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miyamorana · 2 years ago

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2022 Fic Recs Part 2: Other Anime

Happy New Year everyone! I have once again read a lot of fics in 2022 and want to share my favorites. I’m only reccing complete fics as usual, although I’m reading a lot of amazing WIPs. Maybe at some point I’ll do a special WIPs rec list?

Anyways! This is Part 2, which is for my anime/manga recs other than BnHA.

Part 1: BnHA (25 + 2 crossovers (Harry Potter and Star Wars)) Part 3: Everything Else (Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Stargate SG-1 crossover (1), Harry Potter (9), Julie and the Phantoms (1), The Legend of Zelda (1), Our Flag Means Death (1), Percy Jackson & Related Fandoms (6), The Sandman (4), The Sandman/Julie and the Phantoms crossover (1), Teen Wolf (5), Voltron: Legendary Defender (2), The Witcher (3))

Fandoms: Haikyuu!! (18), Hunter X Hunter (1), Jujutsu Kaisen (8)

Fandom: Haikyuu!! Title: Three Little Words Author: JonJackTheBoi Pairing: Hinata Shouyou/Yamaguchi Tadashi Rating: General Word Count: 6,584 Summary: After learning he'd never been to one, Hinata insists on taking Yamaguchi to a pet cafe, just the two of them. Yamaguchi's only issue with it is that he can't tell if it's the type of date he wants it to be or not.

Fandom: Haikyuu!! Title: Playing Grown-Up Author: longleggedgit Pairing: Takeda Ittetsu/Ukai Keishin, Hinata Shouyou/Kageyama Tobio Rating: Teen Word Count: 3,856 Summary: Takeda struggles to find the balance between acting like a responsible adult authority figure and acting on what he really wants.

Fandom: Haikyuu!! Title: pull me close (hold my hands) Author: sweetalysssum Pairing: Hinata Shouyou/Miya Atsumu Rating: Teen Word Count: 2,484 Summary:

“See, it’s not so bad.”

Atsumu can’t take his eyes off his skates.

Shouyou chuckles. “Don’t be scared.”

“I’m not scared,” Atsumu snaps, though his whole body is shaking.

“Just look at me,” Shouyou says and Atsumu has no choice but to comply.

Having a crush on Shouyou has some particular effects on Atsumu's life, like making him act without thinking, causing his heart to flutter when he sees him, and forcing him to make a fool of himself as he tries to impress him.

It's a combination of all three that have Atsumu on an ice rink, pretending to know what he's doing, when he doesn't have a single clue.

Fandom: Haikyuu!! Title: Late Night Appetite Author: Cee Pairing: Miya Osamu/Oikawa Tooru Rating: Teen Word Count: 4,565 Summary: After a six-year stint in the foreign league, Oikawa returns to Japan under less than ideal conditions. He finds shelter in a small onigiri restaurant and stays longer than he should.

Fandom: Haikyuu!! Title: Camellia Author: Vane (lividlillies) Pairing: Aone Takanobu/Hinata Shouyou (side Nishinoya Yuu/Tanaka Ryuunosuke) Rating: Teen Word Count: 7,429 Summary: Aone makes some assumptions. Some of them even pan out.

Fandom: Haikyuu!! Title: hey, is it alright if i keep calling out to you? Author: flickercity Pairing: Bokuto Koutarou/Miya Atsumu Rating: Mature Word Count: 21,621 Series: Part 1 of (Words: - Works: ) Summary: "And here’s the thing.Atsumu is not a popular person by any means. Fuck, most people can barely stand him. But when Bokuto is around and happy to see him, he feels this pure, stirring awareness of being a really exciting person no matter how boring he actually ends up being. And Atsumu has never been good at not chasing the highs he wants to deserve." OR Miya Atsumu vs. the mortifying ordeal of being known: the fic

Fandom: Haikyuu!! Title: blood brothers Author: billionairevolleyboysclub Pairing: Akaashi Keiji/Miya Osamu, Akaashi Keiji/Miya Atsumu Rating: Mature (Part 2 is Explicit) Word Count: 2,416 Series: Part 1 of blood brothers (Words: 6,841 - Works: 2) Summary: Akaashi Keiji has a Kink. “Could I get yer notes after class? Sorry, I missed the first half.” When he speaks, Akaashi’s gaze can’t help but flick to his mouth. Slightly elongated canines drop down to break an otherwise even row of white teeth. Oh, Akaashi thinks.

Fandom: Haikyuu!! Title: the soulmate swap Author: electraDandelion Pairing: Hinata Shouyou/Miya Atsumu Rating: Teen Word Count: 9,670 Summary: Hinata Shōyō had waited for his 21st birthday his whole life. Perhaps the thing that got him through the first 21 years of his life — especially through the last year and a half of life halfway across the world — was knowing that somewhere, there was someone waiting for him. Someone made for him. That night, as he went to sleep on the eve of his 21st year, Hinata Shōyō would meet his soulmate. Well, technically, he wouldn’t physically meet his soulmate, so much as swap bodies with them for a day.

Fandom: Haikyuu!! Title: The Trifecta Author: surveycorpsjean Pairing: Bokuto Koutarou/Kuroo Tetsurou/Terushima Yuuji (Established Bokuto Koutarou/Kuroo Tetsurou) Rating: Explicit Word Count: 28,863 Summary: It only took an ass grab, two black eyes, and a couple beers for them to realize how cute Terushima actually is.

Fandom: Haikyuu!! Title: condensation Author: FireHeartAW Pairing: Hinata Shouyou/Kageyama Tobio Rating: Explicit Word Count: 5,821 Summary: “What do you want, Hinata?” Kageyama asks so quietly, hidden behind his other hand that’s now dripping water down his mouth and chin. Hinata can’t take his eyes away, mesmerized by the way the water trails the jawline he’s wanted to kiss so many times, and because of it, he answers honestly. “You. Kage–” Hinata starts, but Kageyama’s eyes sharpen daggers into him as if he said something wrong – and it’s too much, and the cold touch of fear sends a shiver down his spine. “Tobio. Say Tobio, again,” Kageyama requests, the daggers melting into the beginnings of greed, eyebrows furrowing as he bites into the fingers that rest along his lip. It feels like the floor below his feet is nonexistent, like he’s slipping on the gravity of emotions that’s held him in one place for so long. It’ll take this one final exhale of words, one more sentence to change the nature of their relationship and it’s terrifying – but when have either of them ever been afraid to take the leap for things they want? “It’s you, Tobio. It’s always been you,” Hinata reveals and the world around them takes a breath, holds it, and then lets go.

Fandom: Haikyuu!! Title: any way you slice it Author: FireHeartAW Pairing: Hinata Shouyou/Kageyama Tobio Rating: Teen Word Count: 6,706 Summary: In which Hinata confesses to Kageyama via a slice of cake, borrowing a Brazilian tradition for his own personal feelings. But, what if Kageyama came to visit him in Rio with a confession of his own? “‘Yama,” Hinata starts, closing the distance between them and reaching up before he knows what's gotten into him, his sand-scratched fingertips brushing against soft warm cheeks as he turns Kageyama’s face to look at him. He thinks he feels Kageyama lean into it, fantasizes that him closing his eyes is out of comfort rather than exhaustion, and hopes that it’s okay to be touching him like this, so much different than they ever were back home before he left. “What did you come here for?” he whispers, as silent as the contrails left hidden amongst the darkening starry sky above them, as soft as the calm sea just a few blocks away. Kageyama opens his eyes slowly, long eyelashes revealing the deep cobalt constellations of his gaze like a curtain, more emotion swirling inside them than any galaxy.

Fandom: Haikyuu!! Title: but i'm already down Author: flickercity Pairing: Kageyama Tobio/Miya Atsumu Rating: Mature Word Count: 2,413 Summary: Tobio yawned, scratching the back of his head. He looked at Atsumu slowly. “I thought this was supposed to be about sex,” he said. “Well, yeah,” Atsumu met Tobio’s gaze for only a second and quickly looked away. “But then ya wanted to know more about your fake kingdom and I got invested in what I made up, so.” His voice jerked as he pulled out of the parking lot. “Now I want a backstory too.” OR Atsumu and Tobio try roleplay and completely miss the point.

Fandom: Haikyuu!! Title: Sprout Author: boomturkey Pairing: Hinata Shouyou/Oikawa Tooru Rating: Teen Word Count: 9,077 Summary: When Hinata is fifteen he discovers true love is suspension in the air, a moment of connection, perfectly in sync before his palm strikes the ball. And who better to have a connection with than the best-worst-best person he's ever known Three snapshots of Hinata during his time at Aoba Jousai.

Fandom: Haikyuu!! Title: The Witching Hour Author: ive_been_losing_sleep Pairing: Hinata Shouyou/Kozume Kenma Rating: Teen Word Count: 14,009 Summary: The Witching Hour: The time of night in which the world is at its quietest And the demons walk amongst mortals

Fandom: Haikyuu!! Title: how the game is played Author: Slumber Pairing: Miya Osamu/Suna Rintarou Rating: Teen Word Count: 2,014 Summary: There is a light smattering of applause around them, Rintarou thinks. He isn’t really sure. Everything fades to a blur around him as he focuses on Osamu, and this moment, and tries very hard to keep playing his part. But the bottle of champagne that their waiter brings out, interestingly enough—well. That had been complimentary. In which Osamu and Suna fake proposals for fun and profit.

Fandom: Haikyuu!! Title: tabula rasa Author: extinguish Pairing: Kageyama Tobio/Oikawa Tooru Rating: Teen Word Count: 9,070 Summary: Kageyama runs into Oikawa in Tokyo and realizes that time heals all wounds, among other things.

Fandom: Haikyuu!! Title: Allusions Author: Koocatoo Pairing: Hinata Shouyou/Miya Atsumu Rating: Teen Word Count: 7,732 Summary: Hinata can't stop thinking about Atsumu, who has only probably been flirting with him since the end of Karasuno's final match during Nationals. He's not entirely sure, but it's been driving him up the wall! Perhaps his trip to spend a weekend with Atsumu in Hirakata will lead to some answers. At least he has a helpful friend group backing him up! Well... somewhat helpful. Alternatively: Pining, Third-Year Hinata has the hots for Rookie Atsumu, and it's becoming a problem.

Fandom: Haikyuu!! Title: Disequilibrium Author: bokubroya (liarielle) Pairing: None Rating: Teen Word Count: 15,200 Summary: “I received a call from Hinata’s father,” he begins, finally looking up at the rest of them. “For the time being, Hinata will not be returning to practice. His father didn’t provide many details, not yet at least. He did say that it’s not because of his injuries, Hinata has fully recovered. He also…” Takeda-sensei trails off then, his mouth pressing into a firm line. “Take-chan?” Tanaka is the first one brave enough to speak up. “What’s wrong?” Takeda-sensei takes a deep breath and squares his shoulders back, meeting their eyes. “He said that he can’t guarantee that Hinata will be coming back.” ----- Or, what if, after Hinata and Kageyama fight, Hinata questions whether he should continue playing with Karasuno?

Fandom: Hunter X Hunter Title: Harlequin Romance Author: athena_crikey Pairing: Gon Freecs/Hisoka Rating: Explicit Word Count: 26,104 Summary: “Um,” he says, and behind the desk the clerk looks up. His eyes, Gon sees in surprise, are a startling gold. They shine like candy-wrapper foil in the low light. “How much is the tea?” “Price varies by weight and selection,” replies the clerk in a soft tenor. He flicks his fingers towards the shelves; his nails are long and sharp like a mountain lion’s except that they’re painted pale blue, his fingers narrow and shapely. “The price is listed at the bottom of the label,” he intones as though he’s said it a thousand times. And yet somehow Gon can’t see many people stopping into this shop and even fewer interrupting the clerk to ask. Or: Hisoka runs a tea store as a front to a hit man business.

Fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen Title: Eternity Enshrined Author: apartment Pairing: Fushiguro Megumi/Sukuna Rating: Explicit Word Count: 126,211 Series: Part 1 of Eternity Enshrined (Words: 144,935 - Works: 3) Summary: Transported back in time, Megumi must rely on the only familiar face in Heian Japan. Ryoumen Sukuna, a curse to some and deity to others, decides to keep him. The futility of Megumi’s plans distilled into desperation, which had him contemplating that name again: Ryoumen Sukuna, the only familiar one here. But the people spoke of Sukuna in this era with utter terror. There was no air of triumph like in the modern day. Sukuna hadn’t been sealed yet, and the world knew him as the unbeatable, invincible King of Curses. He wasn’t the Sukuna that Megumi knew.

Fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen Title: sink my soul Author: ValkyrieGail Pairing: Fushiguro Megumi/Sukuna, Fushiguro Megumi/Itadori Yuuji, Fushiguro Megumi/Itadori Yuuji/Sukuna Rating: Explicit Word Count: 72,079 Summary: Fushiguro Megumi had thought the feelings were mutual. He was sure he had things figured out, up until he summoned the courage to make a move on Itadori, only to find out that Itadori wasn’t into him like that. Embarrassed, Megumi tries to pretend as if it had never happened. Things might’ve been salvaged, had Sukuna not made his own interest known. Wherein Sukuna knows a catch when he sees one, and Megumi and Itadori struggle to navigate their newly complicated dynamic.

Fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen Title: Bang, Bang Author: starryrajang Pairing: None (Gojo Satoru/Itadori Yuuji in Part 2) Rating: Teen Word Count: 2,593 Series: Part 1 of Two Step (Words: 5,789 - Works: 2) Summary: Yuuji teaches the girls how to dance in heels.

Fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen Title: Fate Blooms Author: LostLoveLetters Pairing: Fushiguro Megumi/Itadori Yuuji, Itadori Yuuji/Sukuna, Fushiguro Megumi/Sukuna, Fushiguro Megumi/Itadori Yuuji/Sukuna Rating: Explicit Word Count: 150,717 Summary: “I hope you find yours someday, Yuji. It’s no good being alone.” If his grandpa only knew, then he would not have been so earnest in his wish for Yuji to find his soulmate. Well, soulmates. Because unlike most people, Yuji has two soulmarks. AKA in which Yuji can see soulmarks and has two soulmates; communication is a three-way crossroads no one finds; and fate and choice are two sides of the same coin.

Fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen Title: All Black Collection Author: athena_crikey Pairing: Gojo Satoru/Itadori Yuuji Rating: Explicit Word Count: 32,828 Summary: Gojou leans in close – too close, so close Yuuji thinks he’s coming in for a kiss and that would be weird but maybe also okay – and smiles. Then he reaches up and raises his glasses. His eyes are a colour Yuuji’s never seen before, like the blue sky shot through with diamonds, like stars in the daytime. “Oh,” says Yuuji, breath catching. Because he’s just found his muse. OR: Young fashion designer Itadori Yuuji is looking for the model who will make his career. Unfortunately, it happens to be a dumpster fire named Gojou Satoru.

Fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen Title: See Through Me Author: athena_crikey Pairing: Gojo Satoru/Itadori Yuuji Rating: Explicit Word Count: 81,374 Summary: At 13 when the tests show that Yuuji’s a Filament, he believes everything the Sorcerer in the old-fashioned clothes who smells of incense and mosquito coils tells him. That it’s an honour, a privilege. That his life will be dedicated to the greatest purpose possible: bringing light to one born into darkness. At 18, he’s perceptive enough to know that being a Filament isn’t an honour, it’s to be a paid captive. That the state will require him to serve as someone’s guide dog for the rest of his life whether he likes it or not, because he happens to have the rare gift of being able to share his sight. So when he has to choose the Prism he’ll serve, why not choose the highest bidder – a high-powered Tokyo lawyer named Gojou Satoru?

Fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen Title: A Fever You Can't Sweat Out Author: benicemurphy Pairing: Fushiguro Megumi/Gojo Satoru Rating: Explicit Word Count: 7,660 Summary: “Alright, everybody out,” a voice says, and after a few moments of shuffling feet and closing doors, the voice gets closer and lower. “Satoru,” the voice—Shoko—says, “you know what this is now, don’t you?” “It better not be,” Gojo growls. “But it is,” Shoko says. Megumi thinks he might hear pity in her voice. “And it looks like you’re the only one who can help him.”

Fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen Title: Four Eyes Author: athena_crikey Pairing: Fushiguro Megumi/Itadori Yuuji Rating: General Word Count: 3,649 Summary: One of these days, thinks Megumi. One of these days Itadori will realize Gojou is a walking disaster. One of these days he’ll start paying attention to the things around him. One of these days, he’ll realize Megumi has the world’s biggest crush on him. Not today though, apparently.

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weirdfishy · 1 year ago

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20 Qs for Fic Writers

thanks to @mashumaru for tagging me!! <3 i love these, and i've finally got a minute to do it!

1. How many works do you have on Ao3?

45! i started writing in the end of 2020, it's kina mind boggling to think that it'll have been three years in a couple months

2. What's your total Ao3 word count?

76,628 :)

3. What fandoms do you write for?

I've currently written for Batman, Danny Phantom, BBC's Merlin & Sherlock, Spider-Man/Verse, The Sandman, Criminal Minds, Harry Potter, Heartstopper, Sk8 the Infinity, The Witcher, and BNHA.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Unknown Caller ID - danny phantom x batman, crack treated seriously, something i will eventually continue

Tim Drake's intoduction to ✨Ghosts✨ - dpxdc, silly goofy stuff

by a sleep to say we end the heart-ache - the sandman, dreamling get-together, my first multi-chap that i finished

just slip me on, i'll be your blanket - the sandman, dreamling angst, something that i've so far put a completed, but in my heart of hearts ik it needs more

crack, hob flirts back, heart attack - the sandman, crack, past hobrinthian, pre-dreamling, pov corinthian

5. Do you respond to comments?

i very much try to, yes, but i also tend to leave comments un responded to for fics i have yet to continue/finish

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

what's interesting abt the two fics i think have the angstiest endings, is they kina have the same tone? like, i wrote two fics abt two different characters having a 'life is absolutely terrible rn, i'm grieving the loss of better times, but no matter what i will keep fucking living god damn it'

anyway it's both to be forgotten but not forget (mcu peter parker) and never to sleep, never to die (hob gadling)

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

[love how i totally forgot to answer this at first; sorry if tumblr tags u again for my editing]

imma go with something recent, a geraskier blurb based on art, :3 (that's the title, i couldn't come up with anything clever, so it's just that lol)

8. Do you get hate on fics?

not directly

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

currently? no. have i? yeah. respect your local smut writers

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

i never wrote crossovers prior to getting pulled into danny phantom x dc, and both of my posted ones are among my most popular

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

not that i know of (if someone does steal a fic- that's shitty.)

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

not in the sense that someone has asked me to translate and repost, so as far as i know, no

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

no, but snake n i have talked about co-writing before (we're busy as shit tho so it's yet to happen)

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

merwaine in any form

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

it's not a WIP, but the second fic i ever posted i said i would rewrite and it's yet to come- i don't doubt that i will rewrite it, but that eventually is pretty far

16. What are your writing strengths?

prose-y scene setting maybe? i don't think about this, really, i just write

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

dialogue, in the sense that it doesn't much feature in my fics

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

personally i'll only do it if i'm 200% confident in its meaning (ie i've studied the language or i've got a second reliable opinion)

19. First fandom you wrote for?

i've since lost it, but the first thing i wrote was for BTS (2018 almost-disbandment rlly had me emotional, ok?)

20. Favourite fic you've written?

i don't have a favorite, and i'm proud of every new thing bc it's a show of my progress

no pressure tags: @oliveofvanders @bootleg-exe & anyone else who would like to :)

#tagg@me #fanfiction #fishy's fics

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soysouse · 1 year ago

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My Harry Potter x MHA/BNHA Crossover fic, on Wattpad or Fanfiction.net (My first cover that satisfied me)

#fanfiction #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #crossover

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mytragedyperson · 6 days ago

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So, a while back, I had a post, basically saying to send me asks of a song, and either a character or a ship from fandoms, and I'd write a headcanon fic / outline for a fic in headcanon form. and I wanna give it another go. But I also think it could be fun to kind of assign a song to a character or ship. So, in addition to headcanons, if you send an ask with a song and one of the fandoms below, I'll try and decide which character or ship suits the song best. There may be multiple characters or ships it fits but I'll explain my thought process. Asks will always be open. Any ships that aren't paedophilia or incest. Like, read what you want but I'm not writing about that. Ships don't have to be romantic though. Ships may not even be the right term, but Burn or Brother by Madds Buckley is literally about Dabi, Shouto and Enji, so like, if it's a song about family, or doesn't have to be romantic that's fine. Gen things are always fine. Can be crack ships or crossover fics. Also I will do character or characters x OC (any gender) and poly ships

Fandoms I'll write for:

Haikyuu

MHA/BNHA

Kuroko no Basuke

Bungou stray dogs

Number24

Kaijou no. 8

Kaos

Dead Boy Detectives

Harry Potter

Percy Jackson and the Olympians / HoO (Please note, I've only read the PJO books, Not HoA or ToA, but I'll have a go)

Assassination classroom

I'll probably add more as we go. Also I'll probably link anything that comes of this here, as a fun little masterlist or something

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harmonie-writes · 5 years ago

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Spells and Quirks Introduction

BNHA x Harry Potter crossover - Midoriya x witch reader

AN: I know floo powder only works on wizarding homes but shhh it’s fine. Let me be happy and have traveling be convenient for you!

This might be long so this might have to be broken into parts (:

Key: (y/h) = your house, (y/p) = your patronus, (y/h/c) = your house color, (y/h/e) = your house emblem

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In the world today, witches and wizards presence is still supposed to be kept a secret from muggles (even if quirks can be magical). However, this hasn’t stopped a young witch from keeping her childhood friend in the dark about where she left to when the school year started. Re-dipping the quill into the ink bottle she finished scratching the letter onto parchment that would soon be sent. Anytime she planned on visiting she would write it down so that her friend, Uraraka could prep and hopefully get people out of the dorms living room.

Rolling up the parchment you walked towards your snowy owl who was sitting by your dormitory window. Sliding the parchment into the tube you opened the window and off your owl went. Casting a glance toward your friend Hermione who was helping you pack your trunk for the holidays. You weren’t going to be spending the holidays at Hogwarts with Hermione or the Boys this year like you did the last.

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In the UA dorms Uraraka was in the common room with the others when she saw a flash of white go past the window. A grin reaching her ears, she quickly excused herself before bolting from the room and upstairs to her dorm room. Her classmates shared a confused stare at the odd behavior, but turned back to the movie they were watching.

Uraraka squealed at the sight of seeing the familiar snowy owl perched on her window ledge. Giddily she slid the pane up to let in the feathered friend and pulled out the parchment. After reading about how you were doing and some of the antics that happened with your Hogwarts friends you told her how you were going to be visiting her in a couple days of receiving the letter, and wanted to meet her friends that she hangs out with. Both excited and panicked because she can’t call you she fretted on how to get people out of the living room so your appearance wouldn’t be as startling. Shrugging it off Uraraka decided she would cross that bridge when it came time.

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You grabbed the portrait of the four of you goofing off on the quad and put it in your messenger bag. “Reducio,” you breathed while pointing your wand at your broomstick, once it shrunk in size you put it in your trunk and your wand back in your boot. Ron and Harry were waiting in the common room to see you off and Hermione was going to help bring your stuff down and say goodbye with the rest of them. Ron initiating the group hug you were squashed in the middle smiling all the while of seeing them in a few days. Pulling out the floo powder you all pulled away from the hug. You happened to still be dressed in your house uniform and black robe instead of changing into more casual clothes but you really didn’t feel like changing, you were too excited to see Uraraka again. Throwing a handful of the green powder into the fireplace you stepped in with your luggage. “UA class 1-A dorms,” you spoke clearly and closed your eyes.

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Uraraka felt like she had been on pins and needles waiting the last few days while also trying to hide the fact that an owl was currently living in her room. In reality she is just so excited to see you again since it has been at least a year since you have been able to see each other. Luckily for her the majority of her classmates decided to go out for the evening since it was a Friday night. The only people left were Midoriya and Iida who wanted to know why they haven’t been allowed in her room, but while all of her free time has been spent in the common room. Lets be real, they have noticed the frequent glance Uraraka would make toward the fire place and wanted to get to the bottom of it.

“Uraraka are you okay? You have been acting a little.. um well off?” Midoriya gave a her a worried look. Iida took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes, “We are worried about your well being as well as why you have been stuck in this room for the last couple days.” “Guys, I’m fine really!” She rapidly shook her head and hands at the same time trying to ease their nerves.

Honestly, you have the worst timing but also the flashiest of entrances is what Uraraka has learned from being your friend in the past. The fire place, mind you, hasn’t been lit so when it crackled to life Uraraka face palmed while Midoriya and Iida jumped off the couch holding each other. Once composed they faced the fire place while Uraraka jumped up to stand a few feet from it. Eyes the size of the moon the boys watched while Uraraka jumped up and down clapping her hands. The fire itself turned green and the fire places started to grow in size. “Do you guys remember that one friend I always talk about?” Uraraka asked not turning around her gaze still locked on the fire place in anticipation. “Um..they aren’t a villain are they? Everyone knows that Disney characters surrounded in green are evil...” Midoriya muttered while getting somewhat ready to fight just in case. “No, you dingdong! She isn’t a Disney villain this is just how it works, but besides that I would like you guys to finally meet her since she will be here right...about.. now!” Uraraka cheered as your figure appeared in the fire.

Being the silly witch that you are you somersaulted out of the fire place and stood with your hands straight up “Tada!” you flung yourself on to your friend who reciprocated with just as much energy. Midoriya and Iida’s jaws were on the floor at witnessing someone step out of fire. They assumed it was a fire quirk they have no idea it’s magic, at least not yet. “Iida, Midoriya I would like you to meet (Y/N). (Y/N) this is Iida Tenya and Midoriya Izuku,” Uraraka introduced the three of you like a proud mother would.

Releasing from the hug you stuck your hand out, “Hi I’m (Y/N), it’s nice to finally meet you. I’ve heard a lot about you from Uraraka!” Both the cinnamon rolls snapped from their dazes to greet you. “Do you have a fire based quirk that gives you the means to travel?” Midoriya magically pulled out his hero notebook and was frantically scribbling down information while glancing at you to sketch and image. “Wha- No, no. It’s a um a little more complicated than that...” You and Uraraka stole a nervous glance at each other. “What school do you attend I’m not familiar with this uniform?” Iida used his iconic hand gestures to point out your black robes and house uniform. Upon hearing this Midoriya stopped his chicken scratch and glanced at what you were wearing. Your uniform consisted of a grey pleated skirt that was just above the knees with long grey socks, a black vest with (y/h/e) over a white shirt, and (y/h/c) tie neatly underneath the vest. You were quite attractive and his cheeks tinted pink.

Fidgeting slightly Uraraka pointed towards the stairwell, “How about we um go talk about this a little more in my room?” Nods were given by you three, and you turned towards the fire place to grab your trunk and rolled it behind you. Midoriya glanced over his shoulder and blushed slightly but went with his gut to be a gentleman. “Um here, let me take this for you,” Midoriya said trying to control his heating cheeks by looking away from you. “Thank you,” you gave him a soft smile. There was no calming of his cheeks when he saw your smile. God you were beautiful. Uraraka noticed this exchange and giggled slightly while continuing to lead the way to her dorm room.

“It’s not much really, but you know its home,” Uraraka rubbed the back of her neck nervously. She knows you go to a large “private school” and sometimes feels like her style of living is a little underwhelming for you. “I love it!” You walk in behind her and do that little spin thing to admire the room. Midoriya’s heart squeezes at how cute you are being without even trying, and Uraraka knows that you are being sincere even if she is a little self conscious sometimes.

As Iida closes the door, you and Uraraka make yourselves comfortable sitting on her bed and Midoriya on the floor. Iida takes a seat on the chair and both boys give their full attention to the girls on the bed wanting to know whats going on.

“How good are you at keeping secrets?” You ask both of them with a quizzical look in your eyes. Midoriya bites his lip and looks down at his hands, he has hidden his quirk from his classmates so he thinks he is alright with keeping secrets. Nodding he looks up. “Great, now do you believe in magic?” you whisper leaning forward while Uraraka an hardly contain the smile on her face. At this point both boys are very confused and having matching looks of puzzlement. “(Y/N) just show them already!” Uraraka exclaims quietly in eager anticipation. “Fine, fine you’re no fun,” you huff sticking your tongue out at your best friend.

Pulling a want made out of Acacia wood and dragon heartstring from your boot you smile and act like a game show host, “Alright then, Midoriya pick something around the room please.” Laughing at your antics he humors you, “Hmm, (Y/N) I pick the spare glasses Uraraka took from Iida earlier this year.” Uraraka laughs and avoids eye contact with Iida and you wear a large Cheshire grin. Honestly the boys don’t think much of your wand until you point at the glasses. “Accio!” your voice spoke clearly as you pointed your wand at the glasses on the other side of the room. Two pairs of eyes widened at the sight of the glasses rising and moving to your open hand.

“I believe you asked for these?” You hand Midoriya the glasses and put your wand back into your boot. This boy is shocked and flustered, shaking hand moving to take the glasses from yours. “I think that I was wrong about the fire bases quirk earlier...” Midoriya answers. Both you and Uraraka are sharing the same splitting smile as you can see the gears in both boys heads start turning.

“You’re a witch aren’t you?”

#bnha x reader #bnha #midoriya izuku #midoriya x reader #ochako #urakara ochako #iida tenya #bnha x harry potter crossover #my hero academy fanfiction #my hero academia #mha x reader #bnha x witch reader #fanfic #spells and quirks #dvos-writes

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pinkykats-place · 2 years ago

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BakuDeku Hogwarts AU

AO3 Fanfic Recommendations

Disclaimers!

None of the stories linked below are mine

Some contain mature content

Credit to @primabohr for the fanart.

Note: If you read any of these and like them, please kudos and comment! Let the authors know their work is appreciated!

One Shot

Sorely Missed by bri_ghtly

Summary: When the riddle had said that the competition would take something he’d 'sorely miss' Katsuki had expected his wand, maybe the first Hogwarts letter that he kept locked in his cupboard, not fucking Deku.

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Bakugou is the Hogwarts Triwizard champion and the second task reveals something he'd rather have kept hidden.

{SFW}

Katsuki Bakugou and the f*cking Yule Ball by The_Crafty_Cracker

Summary: He was Katsuki Bakugou—the Katsuki Bakugou. He was the top wizard in his year and the chosen champion for Hogwarts to compete in the famous Tri-Wizard tournament. All he had to do was get a date for this stupid fucking dance, which, as a champion apparently, he had to attend. So with all that in mind, he should not be having this fucking problem.

“The Yule Ball. Me. And you.” He growled, glaring at the nerd who looked up at him wide-eyed for a few seconds while blushing heavily.

“Kacchan, I’m flattered…” Deku trailed off, not daring to look at him while fiddling nervously with the edges of his green lined robes. “But-”

“But? Why the fuck is there a but?” He raged, there was no way in Azkaban, that Deku of all people was going to reject him.

“Because he’s coming with me.” Another familiar voice butted in and Katsuki scowled as he turned, knowing exactly who it was without even having to look at the fucker. Shoto fucking Todoroki.

{SFW}

Keep Flying by Esselle

Summary: Since second year, and more importantly since Quidditch, after they were made rival Seekers of their respective house teams, Katsuki had discovered that win or lose against that damned know-it-all, all he wanted was Izuku's eyes on him (preferably on his back, as Katsuki swooped ahead of him to snatch a winking glint of gold out from under his nose).

Katsuki is learning that it's harder to remain enemies than it is to become friends, especially when helping your rival tend to a wounded baby Thestral.

{SFW}

radiant smiles (i'll always want you) by goldenfires

Summary: When Midoriya wins the Triwizard Tournament, Bakugou meets him alone to congratulate him. Midoriya sees this as a chance to do what he's wanted to do since they were kids, ask his Kacchan to be his boyfriend.

{SFW}

A Trace of Tentacula by s_the_queen

Summary: He froze as Izuku's eyes landed on him, bristling a moment later. If the fucking nerd wanted a fight he'd get one.

That was the only thing they ever did. They always fucking bickered or fought about something. If they weren't yelling at each other, they were avoiding each other.

He bared his teeth as Deku started stumbling in his direction, red and gold tie hanging loose around his neck and robes caked in soot. What the fuck had even happened to him?

{Mature}

Wands and All Their Uses by Cloudsu

Summary: “Like my cock? Kacchan, is that what you meant to say? You want me to hold my wand like I hold my cock, huh?” Katsuki gulped against the wood of Izuku’s wand.

“N-No. That’s not what I was gonna say, ‘Zuku.”

“I thought only Slytherins lied, Kacchan.”

{Mature}

Suck It by yabakuboi

Summary: Izuku touches down on the Quidditch pitch, his stomach fluttering as much as the Snitch in his hand, the crowd above him a deafening roar that is quickly drowned out by the green-robed bodies of his teammates dogpiling on top of him.

Ochako climbs on his shoulders, shouting at the top of her lungs, “SUCK IT, GRYFFINDORS!”

{Mature}

butterbeer never tasted so good by zuccin

Summary: Where Midoriya, a gryffindor and a seventh year, meets the new worker at the Three Broomsticks and falls in love at first sight.

{SFW}

Multiple Chapters

Amor Ex Oculis by s_the_queen

Summary: Izuku accidentally takes a love potion, and everyone starts acting weird.

Everyone except Katsuki.

Complete | 13 Chapters | SFW

Lions in Our Hearts by yabakuboi

Summary: Midoriya Izuku never expected to get his Hogwarts letter, no matter how much he wished for it. Looking up to Bakugou Katsuki, a magical prodigy that everyone says is a true Gryffindor through and through, destined for greatness, and growing up in his shadow, all Izuku wants to do is to stand by his best friend’s side. But, without a trace of magical ability, he knows it's a hopeless dream, and he watches Katsuki grow further and further away from him. Katsuki will go to Hogwarts and get to do everything Izuku has always wanted to do, all without him. Resigned, Izuku gives up.

Until one sunny morning, on Izuku's eleventh birthday, when he's awoken by an incessant tapping on his bedroom window.

Complete | 9 Chapters

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droplet-dread-cat · 2 years ago

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So, a while ago I made this post: https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/droplet-dread-cat/688448019542294529?source=share

and I thought: yes. art. yes.

Here they are, my beautiful children:

Tomura Shigaraki as Harry Potter Dabi as Ron Weasley Himiko Toga as Hermione Granger

and, of course, here are the book titles:

- Tomura Shigaraki and the Decayed Teacher - Tomura Shigaraki and Everybody thought he was a Blood Supremacist for Two Months Straight but at least he got a Giant Snake out of this whole Debacle - Tomura Shigaraki and the Unnecessary Family Drama he could have Easily Lived Without - Tomura Shigaraki and Someone’s Going to Jail for Identity Theft - Tomura Shigaraki and the Borderline Illegal Underground Bar he Turned his Godfather’s Family House into - Tomura Shigaraki and the Time he and his Friends Brutally Murdered Dozens of Invaders and were Celebrated for it - Tomura Shigaraki and Being Celebrated for Killing People still feels Weird but it makes Taking Over the Wizarding World a lot easier

#mha #mha x hp #hp #my hero academia #harry potter #fanart #boku no hero academia shigaraki #shigaraki tomura #tomura #tomura fanart #dabi #todoroki touya #mha dabi #bnha himiko #toga himiko #mha toga #crossover fanart #bnha fanart #mha fanfic idea

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daswarschonkaputt · 2 years ago

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WIP Wednesday Aizawa/Harry Potter One Night Stand AU

okay, so when i wrote this i was deeply nostalgic for a period of fanfic where you just sort of dumped harry into whatever fandom you wanted and shipped him with someone. (did i read a lot of twilight x harry potter crossovers in my youth? yes. i am only slightly ashamed.) and i was like, you know who would be great? unlikely fandom sex symbol, aizawa. so that’s where this fic comes from.

Summary

A wizard and a pro-hero walk into a bar. It’s only the start of their problems.

Content warnings: attempted suicide and discussion thereof (minor character), suicide baiting (same minor character), implied/referenced animal abuse.

“Two mojitos, and a—what do you want to drink, Shouta?”

Aizawa blinks, looking up from the menu he’s spent the past ten minutes supposedly engrossed in. “Water’s fine,” he says.

Beside him, Nemuri rolls her eyes. “He’ll take an old fashioned,” she says. “On me. I’m not letting you spend your birthday sober.”

The better present, Aizawa can’t help but think, would have been to let him sleep. He sighs, but accepts the drink when it’s handed to him, and dutifully follows his friends to a table at the back of the bar. He doesn’t even complain when they take the two seats facing the bar’s entrance, leaving him with the tactically unnerving position of staring at a wall.

“How goes the uphill climb?” Hizashi asks, sprawled in his seat. “You’ve got how many left now?”

“Three,” Aizawa says.

Nemuri’s eyes widen. “Three? It was four yesterday.”

Aizawa shrugs. Takes a sip of his drink, which seems to mostly taste like whisky.

“Man, you heroics tutors really have it easy,” Nemuri says. “You know how many kids get expelled from the management track? I’m lucky if I lose even one – let alone seventeen.”

“I’m not mad about it,” Hizashi says. “Seventeen fewer assignments to mark. Seventeen fewer times I have to look like an asshole for calling out obvious copying. Do you know how many of your kids supposedly mistranslated manual labour as a hand job, Nemuri? Fifteen. At least Shouta’s hellions are too dysfunctional to cooperate on cheating.”

Nemuri’s laugh is tinged with something close to pride. “Yeah, the little bastards are pretty industrious,” she agrees. “But – come on, Shouta. Don’t leave us in suspense. Which one of your brats got the axe this time?”

Aizawa swirls the amber liquid of his drink. “Yamakawa.”

Nemuri taps the table thoughtfully. “Blonde kid, cutting quirk, costume that looks like a peacock?” At his nod, she tilts her head. “Huh. Any reason?”

Aizawa sighs. He doesn’t especially want to get into this right now. “Penchant for animal abuse.”

“Ah.”

It hadn’t been a particularly fun call to receive – a police detective calling him in at five in the morning on the day of his birthday, because one of his wayward students had been picked up for illegal quirk use on stray cats. Listening to Yamakawa’s stuttering justifications – how else was he meant to learn control? – had been somehow even less fun. Hauling his exhausted body back to campus to try and drill some semblance of sense into his remaining students had honestly felt like twisting the knife.

Happy fucking birthday, Aizawa guesses.

Nemuri puts her empty glass down on the table with an audible clink. “Another round?”

Hizashi nods. “Maybe grab two, whilst you’re up.”

“Shouta, you good?”

Aizawa indicates his drink – barely touched.

She grabs her wallet off the table, then pauses, and undoes two buttons on her shirt. Her smile is wicked. “Cleavage discount,” she explains with a wink – and Aizawa momentarily regrets every second he’s ever known her.

As she saunters over to the bar, a noticeable swing in her hips, Hizashi’s relaxed smile falls.

“So,” he says, voice unusually quiet as he leans in towards Aizawa. “What was it this year?”

Aizawa momentarily considers downing his drink to avoid having to have this conversation – but he doubts alcohol would help much with it at all. “A watch,” he says, words stilted. “Patek Phillipe. Very expensive.”

“Engraved?”

He hates that Hizashi knows to ask. “To her darling Shouchan. There was a note. She wants me over for dinner.”

“You’re not going to go.”

Aizawa shrugs.

“Shouta.”

“I’m not stupid, Hizashi,” he says, because it’s easier than putting into words the gut-wrenching, sickening hope that he’d felt when he ran his fingers over the handwritten card. “She’s never going to divorce him.”

“Even if she does,” Hizashi says, “it doesn’t erase—”

“I don’t want to talk about this,” Aizawa says.

“What aren’t we talking about?”

Aizawa doesn’t jump, but it’s a near thing. He contents himself with shooting a scathing look at Hizashi – as the one with the vantage point, he’s the one whose job it was to watch out for Nemuri’s return.

Hizashi smiles apologetically at him, before picking up a glass. “Online dating,” he lies smoothly.

Nemuri laughs as she unloads the tray of drinks – a veritable armada of cocktails, all various degrees of lurid. “For Shouta?” she asks. “Really?”

Aizawa sighs. Trust Hizashi to pick the worst possible lie. “I work two jobs,” he says. “I don’t have time to date.”

“Please, I work like five, and I still find the time to take out a pretty lady or two,” Hizashi says.

“And two jobs is stretching it a little, given your class size,” Nemuri says. “It’s more like – what, twenty percent of a job now?”

“Fifteen,” Hizashi corrects absent-mindedly.

“Anyway, the whole point of online dating is that you can work it around your schedule,” Nemuri says. “Hizashi and I could even put together your profile for you. Just send me a photo of your abs and you’ll have to beat them away with a stick.”

Aizawa can’t think of anything less appealing than having a photo of his bare torso posted anywhere online, much less in Nemuri’s possession. “No.”

“C’mon, Shouta, live a little—”

“I’m not interested.”

Nemuri sighs. “Fine. But only because it’s your birthday.” She drains another drink, pushing it towards their slowly growing collection of empty cocktail glasses. Given the assortment she ordered earlier, Aizawa can’t help but wonder if she’s trying to complete some sort of collection. “You hear the rumours about All Might?”

“What, that he’s retiring?” Hizashi asks. “I’ll believe it when I see it. He’s been supposedly on the brink of retirement for the past ten years.”

“I meant more that I heard he’s considering a post at UA,” Nemuri says.

Aizawa raises his eyebrows. That is new. “Where did you hear that?”

“My sources are many and varied,” Nemuri says. “People tell me all sorts of things.”

Aizawa stares at her.

“Fine. I saw that skinny blond guy that works for him leaving Nedzu’s office.” She reaches for another cocktail. “Not many reasons why a hero’s secretary might be wandering the halls of UA – especially not one that looks the way that guy does. He looks like he’s a few sharp coughs away from losing a lung. All Might should let the guy retire – or at least hire him an assistant.”

“Pros like All Might don’t tend to be that plugged in to the concerns of their staff,” Aizawa says flatly. “It probably hasn’t even crossed his mind that his assistant might need help.”

“Careful Shouta,” Hizashi says. “Your anti All Might bias is showing.”

Aizawa opens his mouth to refute that, but is cut across by Nemuri. “Ugh,” she says. “Don’t make a scene, but I’m pretty sure the guy at the bar has clocked me.”

It’s a hazard of hero work, getting recognised off-duty. Aizawa knows some pros relish the fame, but the three of them try and stay fairly low profile. Aizawa has always eschewed the spotlight, and Hizashi looks completely different out of costume – so the only one of them who ever really gets approached is Nemuri, for whom scandal had come early and viciously, and never really left.

Curious, Aizawa subtly cranes his neck to glance behind them. He picks out Nemuri’s hero fan with ease – he’s not even trying to hide the fact that he’s staring at them. He’s—well, the first thing that comes to mind is handsome. He certainly stands out, that’s for sure. He’s not Japanese, but he isn’t white either, and Aizawa doesn’t know enough to guess at his background without embarrassing himself. Aizawa clocks the rest of his features absent-mindedly: average height; lean build; a mess of jet black hair barely restrained by a short pony tail at the base of his neck; large, circular glasses; and, behind them, a pair of vivid green eyes, the kind of intense colour that you don’t see often without some kind of quirk behind it.

“Why do you sound so mad?” Hizashi asks. “He’s hot, and he’s a fan of yours. Just your kind of man. Go forth and—sluttify, or whatever.”

Nemuri swats him. “It’s Shouta’s birthday,” she says. “I’m not about to abandon him for a nameless hook-up.”

“Ah. So you’re mad because he’s hot.”

“Don’t put words in my mouth,” Nemuri says. “It doesn’t matter if he’s hot. Who cares what a guy’s face looks like if you’re just going to sit on it?”

Aizawa glances balefully at Nemuri and Hizashi’s accumulated empty glasses. Three each. What, exactly, was the alcohol content in those things?

“I’m certain I don’t want to know the context,” comes a voice from behind Aizawa, and he tenses a little; he didn’t hear the approach, “but I’ll cop to curiosity.”

Aizawa turns around as conversation stalls. It’s the guy from the bar – the unknowing subject of Nemuri’s crude attempt at wisdom.

“I’m Harry,” the guy says. “And I was wondering if I could buy you a drink?”

Aizawa turns to Nemuri, ready to be appalled by however she decides to dismiss ‘Harry’ – but she’s frozen, eyes wide, mouth open. Aizawa looks back to the guy – and that’s when he realises that the question was directed at him.

Oh. Oh. This is… New? Unusual. Strange.

The thing is, Aizawa knows he’s not without appeal. He has good bone structure. As Nemuri frequently points out, he has abs. He even cleans up nice, on the rare occasions he decides to make an effort.

But – and this is the real kicker – Aizawa’s not trying to be attractive.

He doesn’t iron his clothes – doesn’t really see the point, when he never has the time, and the only people he ever sees are his students, who know to fear him regardless of his clothing, his co-workers, none of whom would be fooled by a pressed shirt, and the villains he arrests, who are generally far too pre-occupied trying to kill him to notice his outfit. On a similar note, he doesn’t own anything that’s not black or dark grey, because anything lighter tends to accumulate bloodstains which he doesn’t have the patience to try and remove.

His hair is long, because he finds cutting it more of a chore than simply pulling it into a scraggly bun when he needs it out of his face – and it’s full of split ends because he uses whichever shampoo is on sale whenever he gets the time to go to the store. He shaves when he remembers to, which is rarely, and it probably wouldn’t be an issue if his facial hair had gotten the memo that he was in fact 30 years old, and not a teenager delighted with patchy peach fuzz.

As Nemuri put it once: he looks just a little bit homeless.

Faced with objective, undeniable interest in him, Aizawa’s first thought is, This man is after something. Which, his rational brain points out, whilst paranoid and ridiculous, is probably at least partially true.

Just – the something this guy is after is probably sex. With Aizawa.

And not the drunk and slutty Aizawa who trawled gay clubs with Nemuri in his early 20s, desperate to prove himself and validate his sexuality – not even the well-groomed and professional Aizawa who’s been called into court to testify – no. This guy is into the scruffy, tired, post-patrol, post-five-AM-callout, post-teaching Aizawa who would rather be sleeping than drinking and looks like it.

Aizawa doesn’t really know what to do with that.

The guy is still staring at him, waiting for an answer. Aizawa opens his mouth, not even certain what he’s going to say when he starts. “I—”

“Get him something with coffee,” Nemuri cuts across him. Her shock has melted away to an almost predatory eagerness. “An – what’s the cocktail with espresso in it?”

“An espresso martini?” Harry says. He says the cocktail name in perfect, lilting English that has Hizashi tilting his head. Something in his accent then – something not American. Australian, most likely, but possibly British.

“That okay with you?”

The question is once more directed at Aizawa, who looks to Nemuri and Hizashi. There’s a palpable air of excitement between the two of them, now that Hot Foreigner’s target has been revealed to be Aizawa. They’re probably about two drinks away from stripping him naked and dropping him into the guy’s lap.

It surprises him when he realises that he’s actually considering it. Am I really going to do this? he asks himself.

The answer, when it comes, is deceptively simple. Yeah. Because I want to. Maybe this is the universe’s version of a birthday gift – or at the very least an apology. Good job on soldiering through those thirty years, Aizawa. Now go get dicked down like you deserve.

It’s the type of thing—

Never mind.

“You know what?” Aizawa says, standing. “How about I come with you and order for myself?”

Harry smiles.

As Aizawa follows him away from the table, he turns back to Nemuri and Hizashi. They’re practically vibrating in their seats, just waiting for Aizawa and Harry to leave their earshot, so they can explode into a thousand different conversations about what just happened.

Aizawa smirks at them, and turns back to Harry.

“I know it’s a cliché, but I have to ask,” Harry says, as they wait for the bartender to make his drink – which Aizawa had chosen blindly off the menu. He knows very little about cocktails. “Do you come here often?”

“No,” Aizawa says. “I’m not much of a drinker.”

“We have that much in common,” Harry says. “I’m only here because I’m staying at the hotel across the street. I haven’t even been drinking alcohol, though I think this is the most I’ve ever paid for a glass of orange juice.” He leans against the bar, somehow still graceful when he’s all but slouching. “So, do I get a name?”

“Aizawa,” Aizawa says simply. He’s not in the habit of giving out his full name – professional paranoia, if nothing else.

“Just Aizawa?” Harry asks.

“Just Harry?”

Harry laughs. It’s a nice sound. Easy. The laugh of a civilian. Aizawa doesn’t know many pro-heroes who can laugh like that. “Okay, okay, but you’ve got to give me a little more to work with than ‘Aizawa who doesn’t like drinking’.”

The bartender finishes making Aizawa’s drink and slides it over to him. Aizawa takes a sip. It’s sweet, with a sour kick – not his usual fare, but pretty good. “I never said I don’t like it,” he says. “Just that I don’t do it much.”

“There’s a difference?” Harry asks, leaning in towards him.

“I only drink socially,” Aizawa says. “And I’m very busy.”

“Aren’t we all?” Harry asks lightly. “What’s your particular brand of busy, then?”

“Teacher.”

“Troublesome students?”

If only he knew. “Saying that implies the existence of non-troublesome students,” Aizawa says, because it’s about the most neutral thing he can manage after the mess with Yamakawa.

Harry smiles again. “I want to refute you, but I wasn’t exactly a shining beacon of obedience in my school days.”

Aizawa takes another sip of his drink. “You seem to have turned out fine.”

“What’s adolescence without a little skulduggery and civil disobedience?”

“Easier on your teachers,” Aizawa says. “And you?”

“And me what?”

“What’s your brand of busy?”

Harry shrugs. “Depends who you ask,” he says. “If I tell you I’m a lazy, useless layabout, frittering away my youth and inherited wealth, will you walk away and never talk to me again?”

It’s said lightly, and with an air of self-deprecation, but Aizawa isn’t entirely convinced it’s true. Lazy, useless layabouts do not fly to Japan, turn up in bars wearing business casual, and decline the opportunity to drink. Aizawa would know. Half of his childhood friends turned out like that.

“Inherited wealth,” Aizawa says, instead of any of that, “usually comes with an accompanying burden of grief. So I’d say no, and I’m sorry for your loss.”

Harry blinks at that, his easy-going demeanour faltering slightly. “Thanks,” he says, after a pause.

It’s a little too personal for both of them. Aizawa drains the remainder of his cocktail, and puts his glass down at the bar. “Close your tab,” he tells Harry.

Harry raises his eyebrows.

“You have a hotel room across the street,” Aizawa says. “How about you show me it?”

Aizawa is awoken by a loud, persistent buzzing. There’s a pleasant kind of residual heat in his muscles, the kind he gets after a good workout, or a patrol that passed without any rough landings. An arm is slung over him, fingers curling loosely somewhere near his hipbone.

Aizawa closes his eyes, letting the memories of last night wash over him.

Harry. The bar. Harry. A fancy hotel room. Drinks from the mini fridge. A hand brushing his hair from his eyes. A wicked smile. Letting himself be pushed down onto the bed. Harry’s huffing laughter in his ear.

It was almost nice. Nicer than these things typically run.

The buzzing sound continues, coming from the floor across the room.

“You going to get that?” It comes from Aizawa’s side, raspy in a way that has Aizawa’s stomach coiling. He know who put that rasp in Harry’s voice. “Good morning, Aizawa-san.”

Aizawa turns his head, taking in Harry’s appearance. In the morning light, there’s something softer, less guarded, about Harry. Without the suit and easy charm, he looks younger.

“It’s a bit late for honorifics,” Aizawa grunts, rolling out of the bed. He picks up the first item of clothing he finds – Harry’s suit jacket – and puts it to the side.

“Eh,” Harry says, waving a lazy hand. “Formality and I only really have a passing acquaintance, even in English. Keigo baffles me.”

Aizawa finds his pants behind the television, and digs through his pockets until he finds his phone. It buzzes plaintively in his hand, screen alight with a call from an unknown number. Aizawa sighs and answers it.

“Is this Aizawa Shouta?” a woman asks.

“Speaking,” Aizawa says. He sees Harry mouthing ‘Shouta’ with a grin, and turns away from him.

“I’m calling from Mustafu General Hospital,” the woman says. “Last night a student of yours was brought in. Normally, we’d call the parents, but you were listed as her emergency contact.”

It’s standard UA procedure to list a hero student’s homeroom teacher as their emergency contact. In cases where a student has been injured during a work study, or targeted by a villain, it’s useful to have UA staff notified as soon as possible following the incident – and civilian parents don’t tend to have the forethought to call their child’s school teacher in times of crisis.

Truthfully, it could be any one of his students – past or present – but Aizawa has a bad feeling. “Name?” he asks.

There’s a pause. “Toukei Hayaka.”

Aizawa closes his eyes. Of course. Because it was too much to ask for one night off.

Toukei is one of his Class 1A hellions, a meek and mild-mannered girl who has spent her time at UA quietly keeping her head down, and as such has dodged the worst of his ire. Arguably, she has the most potential of her remaining classmates – she works hard, she cares about people, and, critically, she listens, which automatically places her a cut above the rest. Her one flaw has always been indecision. She second-guesses herself, and hesitates.

In hero work, hesitation can get you killed.

Aizawa really hopes it hasn’t killed her just yet.

Glancing at Harry, who isn’t even pretending to hide his eavesdropping, Aizawa refrains from asking for any further details. He’s not about to broadcast a teenager’s private medical information to his one night stand. “Okay,” he says. “I’ll be down there soon. Is she awake?”

“No, sir.”

“Have someone available to brief me when I get there,” he says, and hangs up.

Aizawa shoves his feet into his pant legs, zipping up his fly, and hunting for his boots. Something dark appears in his field of view, and he flinches – before he realises it’s Harry, offering him his shirt.

Aizawa takes it. “Thanks.”

“Duty calls?” Harry asks, sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Something like that,” Aizawa says.

“Hm,” Harry says. “Well, this does disrupt my plans somewhat. I’d planned to ply you with breakfast in bed and intelligent conversation—”

“I really have to go—”

“—before asking for your number.”

Aizawa pauses, halfway through lacing up his boots.

“So?” Harry asks. “Can I get your number?”

Aizawa opens his mouth. Closes it. Opens it again. “I—”

“You didn’t,” Hizashi sounds far too appalled for how hungover he must be. “C’mon, Shouta, he was hot!”

“He was charming,” Aizawa corrects as he exits the cab, slapping his UA expenses card onto the reader without even glancing at the amount. “People like that don’t get told no often.”

“So, what, you decided to turn your morning after into a teachable moment?”

Aizawa rolls his eyes. “I wasn’t interested in furthering our relationship,” he says.

“That’s cold, Shouta.”

Aizawa sighs pressing his phone into his shoulder as he flashes his Hero ID at the receptionist of Mustafu General. “Toukei Hayaka.”

She nods, tapping away on the computer. A few moments, and she tells him the ward and bed number. Aizawa smiles at her and heads for the elevators.

“I told you last night,” he says, bringing the phone back up to his ear. “I don’t have time to date, not even conventionally attractive foreigners from—” He pauses, realising that he never actually managed to find out where, exactly, Harry was from.

“England,” Hizashi finishes for him. “He could have been after something casual.”

The elevator arrives before Aizawa can formulate a response. He boards, plugs in the floor number the receptionist gave him, and thinks over what, exactly he wants to say to Hizashi. Truthfully, Aizawa knew that Harry was likely only after a bit of fun – nothing serious, nothing involved. Inherited wealth or no, hotels like Harry’s aren’t usually affordable on a semi-permanent basis.

And that had made something in Aizawa curl. “I don’t do casual,” Aizawa says, after a moment.

“Your track record says you don’t do anything—” Hizashi starts, but at that point the elevator doors open, and Aizawa sighs.

“Hizashi, I’ll call you back.” He hangs up the call, dropping his phone into his jacket pocket, and walks over to the bench of seats directly opposite the elevator. Curled up, clothes soaked in blood is Gentoku Akira. 1A Hellion #2.

“So,” Aizawa says, and Gentoku flinches, eyes going wide at the sight of him. “Are you going to tell me what you’re doing here, or do I have to guess?”

Gentoku’s fist is white where it��s clutching his bloody shirt. “Sensei, I—” he stammers. “Hayaka-chan, she—” He looks at his lap. “I couldn’t—I tried, but I couldn’t—”

Aizawa suppresses a sigh. He’s probably not going to get much out of him at this juncture, but it’s probably not a good idea to let Gentoku leave – not until Aizawa has figured out exactly what has happened. “Here,” Aizawa says, handing Gentoku his phone. It’s locked, and Aizawa’s not on call, so he’s unlikely to get any sensitive phone calls. “Look after this for me.”

Gentoku takes the phone and clutches it like a lifeline.

“If Present Mic calls, feel free to answer,” Aizawa says. “Anyone else, reject the call. I expect you to still be here when I get back. If you run off with my phone, I’m going to be less than pleased.”

Gentoku nods jerkily.

Time to turn the screws a little. “I’m trusting you with this, Gentoku.” The guilt trip isn’t the kindest thing Aizawa has ever done, but it does the trick. Gentoku looks rooted to the spot, hands clasping Aizawa’s phone like his life depends on it. Likely, he believes it does.

With one last glance back at Gentoku, Aizawa walks through the sliding glass doors into the hospital ward.

“A suicide attempt,” Aizawa echoes dully. He looks through the sliding glass doors to where Toukei lies, pale and motionless, wires and tubing surrounding her body.

“That’s what we think,” Dr Hanabe says, fiddling with her glasses. “She was brought in by a classmate with a stasis quirk – he probably saved her life, even if he neglected to call an ambulance. He carried her across the city, and then promptly collapsed from quirk exhaustion. We got him hooked up to an IV, but he checked out AMA.”

Aizawa closes his eyes. “Has she said anything?”

Dr Hanabe shakes her head. “She had a brief moment of consciousness a few hours ago, but she was intubated. Couldn’t talk. She showed signs of distress, so we sedated her. She’s been asleep since.”

This is… a huge mess, frankly. Aizawa wouldn’t be surprised if there was an internal investigation at UA following this. A suicide attempt on his watch – he’s supposed to be better than this. More aware.

“I know it’s a long shot,” Aizawa says, “but did she have anything with her when she was brought in? A note, or a keepsake, or even her phone?”

“If she had anything, her classmate likely took it with him when he left,” Dr Hanabe says.

“Have you called her parents?”

Dr Hanabe shakes her head. “She’s a UA student, and you’re her emergency contact. Protocol says we wait for your arrival – just in case this is wrapped up in something sensitive.”

“You can call them now,” Aizawa says. “I’m going to be in the area all day. Let me know if she wakes up. If she’s up to it, we need to have a talk.”

“Of course, Eraserhead,” Dr Hanabe says.

It’s times like this that remind Aizawa why he doesn’t drink alone.

When he exits the ward, he finds Gentoku in the same position he left him. He’s staring at Aizawa’s phone like it’s a puzzle he can’t figure out.

Aizawa holds out his hand for his phone. Gentoku blinks a few times, and then hands it over.

“Sensei,” Gentoku says, after a moment of hesitation. “Are you gay?”

Aizawa raises his eyebrows. “I take it Present Mic called,” he says.

“Yeah. He, uh. He had a lot to say about someone named Harry,” Gentoku says. “He shut up when he realised it was me. He’s—he was very nice.”

Aizawa sighs, dropping into the seat next to Gentoku. “I heard what happened from the doctor,” he says. “You saved Toukei’s life.”

“I should have called an ambulance.”

“Probably,” Aizawa agrees. “But she’s still alive. No-one died, this time, and you’ll do better next time.”

“I don’t want there to be a next time,” Gentoku says quietly.

“Neither do I,” Aizawa says. “But there always is.”

Gentoku sits in silence for a moment. “Am I in trouble?”

“What would you be in trouble for?” Aizawa asks.

“I—I froze Hayaka-chan using Stasis Touch,” Gentoku says.

“Yes, and?”

“I don’t have a heroics licence.”

Aizawa sighs. “You have a medical quirk, Gentoku,” he says.

“It’s—I guess, technically—”

“Toukei would have died if you didn’t freeze her,” Aizawa says. “You saved her life, using your quirk – precisely the kind of situation that the medical exemption subclause of the vigilante laws is designed to protect. You didn’t do anything illegal.”

“So, I’m not getting expelled?” Gentoku looks like he might cry.

Aizawa sighs again. “No, you’re not getting expelled. Forgoing the ambulance was stupid, and I’m not pleased that you checked out of hospital against medical advice, but none of those are fatal flaws. You still have potential. I’m still willing to teach you to be a hero.”

Gentoku looks down at his hands. They’re still covered in blood – much like his clothes. Aizawa wonders why no-one at the hospital thought to grab him some scrubs.

“What if—” he pauses. “What if—I’m not willing?”

Aizawa looks at him closely. “That’s your choice,” he says.

“It’s just—” Gentoku looks up at him, and meets his eyes properly for the first time since Aizawa got to the hospital. “I don’t know if I can do it,” he says. “When I found Hayaka-chan, it was—it was the worst day of her life. She—she’d never have wanted me to see that. And I realised that heroes—all you see are the worst days of people’s lives. And I don’t think I can do that and still—” He shakes his head. “I don’t think I can do it, sensei.”

Aizawa leans back in his chair, looking at the ceiling. Truthfully, he’s not built for this kind of thing. He’s always struggled with the softer side of heroics – learning how to save someone with your words, rather than your quirk. Hizashi and Nemuri find it effortless – and that, more than anything else, is why he went underground, instead of into the spotlight.

Sitting in this cheap hospital chair, in the midst of losing one student, having already lost one today, he feels his inadequacy keenly.

“Heroics isn’t for the faint of heart,” Aizawa says at length. “You’re right. You see a lot of bad things – many more than you manage to stop. But the driving force of every hero is believing in the inevitability of gradualness. You have to have faith that just by doing your bit, by chipping away at the problem, you can make some small difference. That you can make the world better one person at a time. Not everyone can do that. And if you can’t, it’s better you figure it out now, than ten years down the line when the stakes are much, much higher.”

He lets that sit with Gentoku for a while.

“Sensei,” Gentoku says suddenly. “Hayaka-chan, she had her phone with her when she—” he breaks off, turning his head. “I didn’t mean to look at it, but the messages kept coming in. They were—they weren’t good.”

Aizawa accepts the subject change gracefully. “You still have it?” he asks.

Gentoku nods. He pulls it out of the front pocket of his hoodie and hands it over.

“Gentoku,” Aizawa says. “Regardless of whether you choose to stay in 1A, I want you to know I will not allow the matter of Hayaka-chan’s suicide attempt to be brushed aside. There will be an investigation, and there will be consequences for those involved.” He puts a hand on Gentoku’s shoulder. “You can rest now, Gentoku. I’ll handle it from here.”

He stands up.

“Are you leaving?” Gentoku asks.

“We’re checking you back into the hospital,” Aizawa says, “and we’re calling your parents. Quirk exhaustion’s no joke.”

Selfish bitch.

Just kill yourself already. No one wants you here.

Everyone knows you’re just a villain waiting to happen. Do us all a favour and—

A polystyrene cup of coffee appears in Aizawa’s field of vision. He looks up, following the hand up to its owner. Hizashi smiles sadly at him.

Aizawa puts the phone down on Toukei’s bed. “Thanks,” he says, taking the coffee.

“Any time,” Hizashi says. He leans against the wall next to Aizawa. “Anything of note?” he asks, nodding at the phone.

“A diatribe of harassment and suicide baiting,” Aizawa answers. “All from private numbers, or anonymous accounts. I’ll hand the phone over to Nedzu tomorrow. He’ll have more of an idea what to do with it.”

“How’d you get her passcode, anyway?” Hizashi takes a sip of his own cup of coffee.

“Touch ID.”

“Ah.”

It’s quiet in Toukei’s small hospital room. It’s just them, Toukei, and the one-to-one nurse assigned to watch her.

“Did you notify the hospital about her quirk?” Hizashi asks.

“It was in her file,” Aizawa says. He nods at the tube lodged in Toukei’s mouth. “Hard to hold your breath when you’re intubated.”

Toukei’s quirk is equal parts understated and terrifying. It freezes perception of time for people within her field of vision, so long as she holds her breath. Aizawa had been eyeing her for a future in underground heroics, but there’d been some mumblings between her and Gentoku about forming a hero duo that Aizawa had neither encouraged nor discouraged.

“You going to keep her in the class?” Hizashi asks.

“I can’t,” Aizawa says. “Not after this.” He swirls the coffee in his cup, watching the harsh hospital light glint off it at different angles.

“She could make up the missed hours once she’s done with treatment.”

“That’s not it,” Aizawa says. He lowers the cup of coffee without drinking from it. “Pro-heroes put their life on the line daily. I’d have no guarantee that…”

“That she wasn’t just waiting for a socially acceptable way to die,” Hizashi finishes.

Aizawa nods. Maybe another teacher at UA would have a different answer. Maybe Kan, or Nemuri, or even Hizashi would know themselves capable of supporting a student like Toukei. But Aizawa knows himself, and he knows what he swore, when he took his job at UA. He would not be complicit in sending children out to die.

He sighs, and finally brings the cup of coffee up to his lips for a sip. Oh. Yikes. “This is awful.”

Hizashi grins. “Yeah, I know. I was waiting for you to drink it.”

Aizawa feels something warm bloom in his chest. In an hour’s time, Toukei’s parents will be here. In an hour’s time, Aizawa will haul his body out of this chair, and bow to ninety degrees, and apologise for his failures as a teacher. In an hour’s time, he will calmly answer any questions they might have, and he will accept their reaction, whatever it may be.

But he won’t be doing it alone.

The afternoon is melting away into night by the time Aizawa arrives on Anzu Street in the suburban edges of Mustafu. He’s changed out of his casual black clothes into the only suit he owns – black, a little rumpled, usually reserved for funerals and weddings – and forced a brush through his hair. The end result is not quite professional, but presentable at the very least.

He inhales, flexes his knuckles around the handle of his briefcase, and then knocks on house number 38.

There’s a pause – the sound of footsteps – and then, the door opens.

He grimly meets the eyes of Aomori Shizuka. 1A Hellion #3.

Her eyes go wide. “Aizawa-sensei?” she asks. “What are you doing here?”

“Are your parents here?” Aizawa asks.

“My mother is,” Aomori says. “What’s…”

“I need to speak to you both. Can I come in?”

Aomori’s mother is pretty – she has that much in common with her daughter – and apparently baffled by everything about him. She gives him a polite, if confused, greeting, and invites him to sit at their kitchen table.

“Do you want some tea, Aizawa-san?”

“No,” Aizawa says.

“Or some water, or juice – I know it’s a bit late for caffeine.”

“Aomori-san, please sit down.”

Aomori’s mother falters. She sits. Her daughter hovers in the doorway of the kitchen. “You too,” Aizawa tells her.

With some reluctance, she does.

“Aizawa-san,” Aomori’s mother says after a moment, “is something wrong?”

Aizawa reaches into his briefcase and pulls out a manilla folder. He slides it across the table to the two women. “These are copies of messages that your daughter sent to another student,” he says. “Last night, the student in question attempted to end their life.”

Aomori’s mother goes very, very pale. She flips open the folder, eyes scanning down the pages of messages. “This isn’t—” she looks up at him. “This isn’t my daughter’s user name. Or her number.”

“Some of the messages were sent using UA’s campus wi-fi,” Aizawa explains. “We require students to login to our internet services with their details. We were able to track these messages back to her digital profile.”

Aomori’s mother is quiet. “The other student – are they okay?”

“They’re alive,” Aizawa says. “I’m not authorised to share any more details of their condition.”

“Will there be charges?”

Aomori jolts. “Mom—”

“Be quiet,” her mother snaps. “Aizawa-san, do you know if they intend to pursue charges?”

“The family of the student do not intend to seek criminal or civil charges against your daughter,” Aizawa says. “For now, they are focused on ensuring their child’s wellbeing, and a court case would not be conducive to that. That may change, a few months down the line. I have not advised them either way.”

Aomori’s mother clasps a hand to her mouth. “Thank you,” she says. “Thank you, thank you, thank you—”

“There will, however, be consequences for this,” Aizawa says. “Given the conduct of your daughter, Aomori-san, UA has decided to proceed with expulsion from our hero course. We will not, at this time, be extending the offer of a place in one of our other departments.

“This incident will be included in your daughter’s permanent record,” Aizawa continues. “We have also made the additional decision to personally inform future schools your daughter may choose to attend of her conduct.”

Aomori’s mother looks—ruined. “Aizawa-san, please—”

Aizawa stands. “Thank you for your hospitality.”

“Aizawa-san—” There’s a thud behind him. He turns back, just slightly, to the sight of Aomori’s mother on her knees on the kitchen floor. She sinks into a deep bow, her head colliding with the floor with an audible smack.

“I have taught my daughter poorly,” Aomori’s mother says. “Please preserve her future.”

“Mom,” Aomori says, tugging at her mother’s arm. “Mom, get up. Mom, please don’t do this.”

“I have taught my daughter poorly,” her mother says again, rising, and then lowering her head once more. “Please preserve her future.”

Aizawa sighs. He kneels down, and pulls Aomori’s mother up, out of dogeza, and to her feet. “Aomori-san,” he says gently, “as a teacher, I understand your desire to protect the future of your daughter. My first concern is always to protect the future of my students.”

He notices that she’s crying. “Then—”

“But as a pro-hero,” he says, “I have a duty to more than just your daughter. I have a duty to protect the future of the student currently lying in a hospital bed, following a suicide attempt. I have a duty to protect the future of the student who found them, and saved their life. I have a duty to protect the futures of other vulnerable students your daughter may encounter. I have been as lenient as I can be, given all these things.”

Aomori’s mother looks at him, and then collapses into sobs.

“Thank you for your hospitality,” Aizawa says again. He turns and leaves.

It’s as he’s sliding out of the Aomori household’s slippers and back into his dress shoes, that Aomori the younger finally approaches him.

“Toukei-chan,” she says. “Is she really going to be okay?”

“I don’t know,” Aizawa answers honestly.

“I—I didn’t really want her dead.”

Aizawa looks at her. Even now, he doesn’t know why she did it. Doubtlessly, there’s some deeper reason – but he finds he doesn’t care. “For someone who didn’t want her dead,” he says, finally, standing up, “you were very convincing.”

“It’s a little impressive frankly,” Nemuri says. “Three students to none in 24 hours. You really are the picture of efficiency, Shouta.”

She reaches across their table and steals a piece of pork out of Aizawa’s bento. Aizawa, who has been subjected to this kind of vulgar behaviour for nearly fifteen years, lets it happen without a fight.

“What did Nedzu have to say?” Hizashi asks. He also dips his chopsticks into Aizawa’s lunch, but he’s after the red peppers.

“The investigation is still ongoing,” Aizawa says. “On the request of the auditing team, I’ve been temporarily suspended from teaching.” He pulls a few bamboo shoots out of Nemuri’s own lunch – fair is fair.

“Did he give you a prognosis?” Nemuri asks.

“He didn’t seem to think I had anything to worry about,” Aizawa says, “but it might take a couple of months. The team wants to re-examine my history of expulsions.”

Hizashi snorts. “A couple of months might be understating it in that case,” he says.

Aizawa shrugs. There’d been a little more to it when Nedzu went over it – some concern from the internal panel that his ‘trigger-happy expulsion policy’ (a direct quote) might have contributed to a toxic classroom environment – but Aizawa, much like Nedzu, isn’t worried about it. He follows UA policy to the letter, and he always strives to be fair – if not forgiving.

“You going to pick up a few more shifts as Eraserhead, then?” Nemuri asks. “Anyone else, I’d think vacation, but I know you’re congenitally incapable of downtime.”

Aizawa ignores the jab at his – non-existent – work-life balance. “I’ve been requested on a case,” he says. “International quirk trafficking. They want me full-time on the investigation team. I was going to turn it down, but it’s apparently a big deal to have been asked. It’s a joint task-force with foreign heroes.”

Hizashi wrinkles his nose. “Sounds like a bureaucratic nightmare,” he says. “Those joint efforts always end up tangled in red tape.”

That had largely been Aizawa’s perspective when he was first approached, a month ago. At the time, he still had half a class left – and they were working hard to make up for their deficit in numbers with pure stupidity – and it had been easy to tell the investigators he had too much on his plate. Now, Aizawa’s starting to feel that red tape might be a fair price for something to do.

“Don’t be so cynical,” Nemuri says, swatting Hizashi. “It sounds like a good opportunity.”

Aizawa shrugs. “We’ll see.”

The briefing room is fairly standard as these things go. Pale walls, rough carpet, tables arranged in rows with chairs pointing at a large screen. Aizawa is neither early nor late, but the room is only half-filled. He recognises a few underground heroes, and raises his eyebrows when he spots Hawks, off to the side, chatting with Abyssal, an underground hero who started out as a vigilante.

“A pretty good turnout, all things considered,” comes a voice from Aizawa’s left.

Aizawa turns. “Detective,” he nods.

“It’s been a while,” Tsukauchi says. He looks much the same as he had when they first met, all those years ago: like a salaryman who stumbled into a police precinct by mistake and stayed out of some sort of masochistic civil obligation. It’s an impression that Tsukauchi never quite manages to step out of – even when he’s competently sweeping rooms in full riot gear, he still looks a little like an accountant having a very dull day. “UA treating you well?”

Aizawa shrugs. “Can’t complain.”

“It’s good to have you onboard,” Tsukauchi says. “We’ve had issues getting heroes involved, even with the foreign cooperation angle.”

Aizawa privately thinks that Tsukauchi’s sales pitch must need some work if it relies entirely on the universal appeal of bureaucratic nonsense. “Joint ventures like this are rare.”

Tsukauchi smiles tiredly. “Hopefully a little less so, once we’re done here,” he says. “We’ve had some success cooperating with America, thanks to All Might, but this is one of the first times we’ve ever worked this closely with the British. It’s a big deal, even if the case is a little—”

“Okay, everyone,” comes a voice from the front. “Let’s take our seats.”

There’s a flurry of movement as everyone filters into chairs. “We’ll talk later,” Tsukauchi says quietly, before he shuffles across the room to a larger group of police officers – his team, most likely. Aizawa simply pulls out the chair closest to him and drops into it.

As more people sit down, the owner of the voice becomes visible. She’s plain-faced, with dark blue hair that’s pinned in a tight bun behind her head, and dressed in a navy pantsuit the exact same shade as her hair. She has an ID badge pinned to her lapel, but Aizawa can’t make out much more of it than the HPSC logo superimposed over it as a watermark.

“Good morning,” she says. “I’m Tanaka Mayumi, the lead investigator on this case. I work for the police, but I also hold a hero licence, hero name Vector. Potter-san, do you want to say anything?”

“Sure.”

Aizawa turns to the source of the voice, and feels his mind go blank. ‘Potter-san’ unfolds his body from where he’s been leaning against the wall, all long limbs and lithe grace. Aizawa watches it happen like he’s someone else, somewhere else. Suit and tie. Messy black hair. Vivid green eyes.

“I’m sure by now, you’ve heard that this is a cooperative investigation between Japan and the UK’s hero forces,” Harry says, with that same easy charm. “I represent the UK side of that equation. I’m Harry Potter, codename Fractal, but you can call me whatever combination of those names makes you most comfortable. I know I look young, but I have over a decade of experience in villain apprehension. I look forward to working with you all. For now, I’m in your care.”

He bows.

There’s some polite applause, but Aizawa can’t move. Harry rises out of his bow, and as he brings his head back up, his eyes catch.

Aizawa knows he’s been made.

Harry’s face twitches a little, eyes going wide with shock, and then—

He meets Aizawa’s eye and smiles.

Fuck.

[tbc??? maybe]

#kaputt wip weds #kaputt writes stuff #bnha fic #harry potter x bnha crossover #harry potter fic #this fic brought to you by: the greys anatomy one night stand trope #suicide mention cw #aizawa's actually my favourite bnha character #i know we're two for two on the bnha fic from this week and last week #i'll pick something else next week lol #you ever have a character that you like writing because they get to be inappropriate in a way you never permit yourself?#that was me writing nemuri she's so much fun #fic: one night stand au

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