#cute aizawa shouta imagine

[aizawasotherwife]

If you don’t think Aizawa would adopt a older cat that nobody else would take home because he wants to let it live the rest of its life outside of a cage you’re wrong btw (especially if it’s black because of the superstition)

[aizawasapple]

aaa I tried chibi style, it’s so cute !

[tired-teacher-blog]

Here's one for you! Might be slightly ooc but I couldn't give less of a shit bc it's cute lol

When in the privacy of your shared home, sometimes Shouta will use his scarf to curl around you and spin you close to him. He'll stare at you for a second with a ghost of a smirk, the scarf still snugly trapping your arms to your sides. He'll tuck the bit of hair that came loose back behind your ear before kissing your forehead and allowing his scarf to uncurl, spinning you back to wherever you had been standing before. Your eyes are wide with shock as you turn to smile giddily at him, biting on your lip as your eyes twinkle at his rare moment of playfulness.

Playful Shouta lives in my brain rent free

- 🐺

Who cares if it's ooc?! This is the cutest thing ever and I'll take it any day!

I also believe him to be playful, soft and vulnerable around you (we already discussed this before) so whenever he decides to use this trick on you, you are instantly reminded that you're the only one who gets to see this side of him, and it warms up your heart and paints the most beautiful smile on your face.

Although, you're now unable to control the blush creeping up your face everytime he's handling his capture weapon, wether it is during training or even during a villain attack.

And you find yourself thanking the heavens no one can figure out what you're thinking, though you can almost swear he knows, why else would he glance your way and give you a playful wink?

[usopps-goggles]

Mha Boys When You Sleep Over For The First Time

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Featuring: Izuku Midoriya, Katsuki Bakugo, Shoto Todoroki,Denki Kaminari, Eijiro Kirishima, Keigo Takami (Hawks), Shouta Aizawa, ————————————————————————————

I.Midoriya: Honestly poor boy would be so nervous he barely could achieve sleep, expect a lot of him asking you if you need anything “are you cold? do you need another blanket? are you sure you wanna be this close?”. . . yeah you’re in for a long night.

K.Bakugo: Starts out farthest away as possible from you claiming he didn’t even want you over to begin with, but… gradually as the night progresses he inches closer unbeknownst to you. you wake up the next morning practically capsuled in his arms, the boy actually looking peaceful for once as he slept.

S.Todoroki: Hesitant at first, offers to take the couch multiple times before eventually giving up as you two climb into bed, is kinda awkward but relaxes gradually as his arm drapes loosely around your neck resting on your collarbone. definitely a back sleeper, you feel comforted by his. slow and paced breathing as you drift off.

D.Kaminari: Is practically bursting at the seems with excitement, can’t help but imagine lewd things that might go down with you sharing a bed, has unmistakable disappointment when he realizes there would be no… suggestive activities. is still ecstatic to be this close to you, accidentally shocks you once during the night because he was so excited…

E.Kirishima: Probably the chillest about it, pampers you and makes sure you have everything you need (because chivalry is manly he says). cuddles galore! lets you play with his hair while it’s down, lacking any product. you braid and put cute little barrettes in it. definitely is a snorer, as well as the one who moves all over the map in their sleep.

K.Takami: Hawks is over the moon on the inside but acts nonchalantly, definitely has a big ass double king size bed for his wings loaded up with pillows, snacks right before bed, you don’t know how but you’ll randomly find a feather or two smushed between some pillows. he’s a stomach sleeper curtesy of his wings, unknowingly drapes a wing around you in his sleep, you wake up to him snoring face down in the pillows.

S.Aizawa: Definitely is out cold once he hits the pillow, is already tired as is throughout the day, so once his head is graced with the luxury of a mattress he.is.gone. on days where he’s not as tired he’ll ask for massage, which you happily oblige to, your fingers working out the stress built up from teaching and being a hero. his worries slip away when he’s with you and there’s nothing he loves more than a night where he’s falling asleep in your arms, his mattress having the extra weight of his lover accompanying him.

[xothatnerdykid]

say yes to heaven (say yes to me)

Aizawa finds out you have a crush on him. Fluffy, slightly suggestive Aizawa Shouta/Eraserhead x reader drabble. Slight age gap, teaching assistant!reader. 1,937 words.

"You know Y/N has a crush on you, right?"

You nearly choke at that, freezing up against the wall. You had been taking a phone call outside the faculty lounge when you overheard Yamada and Aizawa make their way inside, oblivious to your presence. 

"I thought I told you to drop it already, Hizashi," Aizawa grunts.

"Wait, you know?" A third voice, Nemuri, asks incredulously, followed by a noise that sounds suspiciously like Aizawa elbowing Yamada mid-laugh.

You feel your face heat up, mortified at their discussion. Of course Aizawa knew you had feelings for him, you all but slap yourself. How could he not when you clam up and turn into a stuttering mess whenever he’s around? 

You're well aware that plenty of the girls of Class 1-A (and even 1-B) harbor a not-so-secret crush on their sensei, and you're embarrassed to admit that you're not much better. You're always suddenly breathless and flustered to be near him.

Always a little too eager to help during training or classes. Always tripping over your words whenever he spoke to you. He must have tried to brush it off at first, but it just kept happening too many times for him to ignore.

"The only thing I know," Aizawa answers gruffly, "Is that this conversation is bordering on entirely inappropriate."

"What? Why? It's not like she's a student here or anything," Yamada retorts.

"She was, just a few years ago."

"Yeah, and now she's my teaching assistant," Nemuri counters.

But you can practically see Aizawa shake his head. "See? Same difference."

"Oh, lighten up! So you have a bit of an age gap—"

"I wouldn't call 8 years a bit of an age gap, Hizashi."

"Who cares about that? I think she could make you happy, Shouta, and you deserve to be happy."

“Now that I think about it," Nemuri adds. "You two would be good together. You need someone who can make you smile and stop being so serious all the time, and she..." She chuckles playfully. "For some unexpected reason, really likes that about you."

"Don't tell me you haven't at least thought about it?" Yamada teases. “I see the way you look at her, too, you know."

Nemuri squeals, "Just imagine, the two of you being all lovey-dovey. It'd be so cute!"

Your heart catches in your throat, but Aizawa is quick to interject.

"It doesn't matter. None of those things you said matter. To do anything about Y/N's feelings for me would be taking advantage of her."

"Fine," Nemuri huffs. "But the least you can do is talk to the poor girl about it. You can't keep giving her the cold shoulder forever."

There's a beat of silence before Aizawa dejectedly responds, "You’re right.” And you hear the door knob lock behind them.

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You pretend not to notice that Aizawa's awkwardly been standing behind you for almost five minutes now, hoping he'd eventually leave if you looked busy enough typing away on your laptop.

And he almost does, if it wasn't for Midnight and Mic, who you can see out of the corner of your eye, gesturing at him quietly but frantically to go on. 

Your heart races when he clears his throat. "Uh, Y/N, do you have a minute?"

"Um..." You want to say no but can't think of a reason fast enough, so you take your time closing your laptop instead, bracing yourself. "Sure."

You get up from your seat and turn to face him, but neither of you can meet the other's gaze, which just makes everything feel all the more mortifying. 

"I'm aware of...Er, I mean...I apologize if I've seemed a little standoffish lately."

"You mean more than usual?" You smile weakly, trying for a bit of humor.

When you look up, you're surprised to see that his expression is serious but gentle. He almost smiles for a second before he seems to think better of it.

"It's been brought to my attention that you might…” He sighs, then starts over. “If I’ve ever given you the wrong impression, I’m sorry. It wasn’t my intention. I want you to know that I respect your feelings, but I think it’s best that we maintain a professional relationship."

“Of course! I-I never–You never–Um–" You swallow thickly, feeling your face burn up. “I agree.”

“Good. I hope this doesn’t make things awkward between us.”

Like it could get any worse? You bite back the retort.

You take a deep breath, attempting to regain your composure, and plaster on another half-hearted smile. “It’s fine. We can move past it.”

He nods, his expression neutral. “Glad to hear that.”

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But you do not, in fact, move past it. At least not for a couple of weeks. 

In the days that follow, you find that you can't shake off the conversation, the way he looked and the vulnerability in his voice lingering in your mind. The hours at work feel longer now that they're filled with lingering silence, heavy with unspoken words and punctuated with stilted conversations.

Even more embarrassing is the fact that everyone seems to know about your unrequited and inappropriate crush now, if they didn’t already. You notice Mic and Midnight's sympathetic glances, and All-Might's whispered concerns.

Their attempts to act normal around you are agonizingly obvious, so you make it a habit to be the first one to leave every afternoon and spend most of your days alone at your table, with your eyes glued to your laptop screen or your nose buried in a mountain of paperwork. 

So how, exactly, did you find yourself in this position? Alone with Shouta in his apartment and sitting in his lap with your fingers tangled in his hair and his tongue practically down your throat?

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Last thing you remembered, you were walking home when he suddenly fell into step beside you.

"Hi," you managed, giving him a weak smile. It must've been the first time you've ever been alone together since the talk. 

"Mind if I join you?" He tilted his head to ask, his hands in his pockets and looking as tired as ever. 

"Not at all," You tried to reply coolly, even though your heart just about dropped to the floor.

A familiar awkward silence fell upon both of you.

You bunched up your skirt in your fists, acutely aware of the way he’s looking at you. His usually stern face seemed almost…unsure. Finally, he broke the silence. "How have you been?”

“Oh, you know…” You waved your hand dismissively. “Just trying to get through each day.”

He nodded solemnly. “Listen, y/n, I hope I didn’t hurt your feelings last time we talked, because that’s the last thing I’d want.”

You shook your head. "No, not at all. If anything, I should be the one apologizing for the position I put you in."

"I just want you to know that...It's not that I don't..." He trailed off meaningfully, his eyes downcast. "I just don't think it would be appropriate or fair to you to pursue anything because...Your feelings for me…they’re not real.”

You felt your heart skip a beat. “What?” 

"I understand that you might be confused by...that the dynamics of our relationship might have clouded your judgement and made me seem…”

“Stop.” You level him with a fierce gaze and he does. You do your best to sound firm despite the sting of his words. “It’s one thing for you not to return my feelings. That I can understand. But don’t patronize me by telling me what I do or don’t feel. It’s clear that you think otherwise, but I’m not a child, Shouta.”

Aizawa, surprised by the intensity in your voice, leaned back slightly. He doesn't say anything, which gives you the courage to speak your mind, telling him off before you can think better of it.

“I don’t like you just because you’re older than me or I see you as some sort of authority figure. I like you because you care a lot but pretend you don’t. And it makes me want to get to know you more. I admire your dedication and hard work at being a hero and a teacher here.”

He looked at you thoughtfully for a few moments, then nodded, a flicker of realization crossing his features as he absorbed your words. “You're right. I shouldn't have assumed or tried to define your feelings for you. I apologize."

"Thank you."

"And as long as we’re sharing…” He rolled his sleeves up, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips. “I don’t think you’re a child, you know. I think you’re intelligent and perfectly competent. In fact, I think you're amazing."

The irritation and hurt you felt just moments ago was quickly chased away by the warmth that spread within you at his surprising admission.

He brushed his hair out of his eyes. "I was hesitant because I didn't want to take advantage of you, given our age gap—"

"It doesn't bother me," you said with newfound confidence, and he couldn't help but chuckle at your boldness.

"But maybe... I've been too cautious."

You tilted your head, smiling up at him softly, sweetly, like you used to. "What do you mean?" You asked even though you already knew, you just wanted to hear him say it.

He ran a hand through his hair again, rubbing the back of his neck. A nervous habit, you’ve noticed. "I mean, perhaps I've been so focused on maintaining professional boundaries that it's made me overlook the possibility of a genuine connection between us."

You bit the inside of your cheeks to keep from smiling any wider. "Are you saying...?"

He nodded, a hint of a blush tinting his face. "Would you consider having dinner with me tomorrow?"

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Fast forward to now, hours after dinner and one glass of wine too many, and you’ve somehow managed to muster up the courage to kiss him good night.

It catches him by surprise, but once he leans into it, he doesn’t let you pull away. He responds with an almost bruising eagerness, kissing you again, and again, and again, until you find yourself pressed up against the door of his apartment.

He jams his keys into the doorknob, leaving open-mouthed kisses along your jaw and down your neck.

But instead of swinging the door open like you expected, he puts his hand up against it instead, next to your face, and presses his forehead against yours.

“I don’t know if this is such a good idea,” he says breathlessly, his eyes screwed shut.

You draw a steadying breath of your own. “Why not?”

“Because,” he drawls in that frustratingly raspy voice of his. The one so low and deep you could practically feel it vibrating against your own chest, echoing off the walls inside of you. “You do something to me…to my self-control…”

You swallow thickly. “Do I?”

He nods.

“Good.” You link your hands around his nape, pulling at some of the hair there, and smile against the crook of his neck. “Then the feeling’s mutual.”

He puts his hands on your waist, gingerly, cautiously. “Doesn’t make it rational.”

You kiss his jaw. ”Why does it need to be rational?” And then his cheek. ”We’re both adults.” And then gently bite his ear, whispering, “Why can’t we let ourselves want what we want?” 

“And are you sure…” He pulls away a little, his eyes still closed and his eyebrows furrowed. “This is what you want?” He finally opens his eyes to search yours, and his are so smoky and dark you feel as though you're falling through the night sky.

You take a moment to gather your thoughts, captivated by the intensity in his gaze.

"Yeah," you answer, your voice steady despite the flutter in your chest. "I'm sure."

His smirk is the last thing you see before your eyelids flutter close and his lips are on yours again. 

He doesn’t waste another moment.

[miakorei]

Thinking about an idol au where Izuku is in a unit with Todoroki and Bakugo. Izuku is normally the sunshine center—always upbeat and wearing a smile, a breath of fresh air, a soothing balm for those who see him. This is no different for one extremely ‘tired of life’ Shouta Aizawa.

Shouta is shown a clip of the group one day by his very musically inclined best friend Hizashi, and he can’t bring himself to look away from their sunshine center. Even afterwards Shouta just can’t stop his mind from wandering back to that video. He almost thinks that the feeling he felt at the time was a vague sense of attraction. But that would be illogical— it was one measly clip, barely a few seconds, and a single smile. Which is why he had to watch more. And there it was hook, line, and sinker. He had fallen for the trap.

Shouta falls down the rabbit hole much harder and with far less grace than Alice ever did. He finds clips of Izuku’s trainee days and starts watching all the way to present. Shouta enjoys falling under the radar by giving off the air of laziness, but the reality is he doesn’t do half-baked—especially in regard to being knowledgeable. He likes to obtain all the information he can before making a decision, thank you very much. Regardless of how absolutely fucked he already was. Not that he would admit it. However, when perusing the videos of Izuku’s career, many things became apparent to him.

First and foremost Izuku used to suck. Bad. His singing wasn’t the best, but his dancing was by far the worst. The poor kid had two left feet and then some. But at some point he had begun to significantly improve. It wasn’t because of the instructors from his agency—they had already given up on him at that point. The kid was far too average in everything besides enthusiasm from what Shouta could see. It was so obvious that it soon came up as a question in an interview after the unit’s debut. Shouta clicked on the video featuring a woman in a cute dress with a curated smile and more energy than he could ever imagine having.

“Many fans have noticed that your dancing ability received a significant boost out of no where during your trainee days. What’s your secret?”

The camera follows the microphone over to a head of soft verdant curls, somehow tamed to be parted down the side. A pair of big, round green eyes, so bright and filled with mirth, looks directly at the camera and Shouta’s heart stutters for a second. And oh, that was weird.

Izuku smiles a smile different from his signature sunshine smile. It’s shy, awkward, and it makes something warm stir inside Shouta’s chest. For some reason, it feels like he can’t get enough air. His head’s fuzzy and he feels lightheaded. Maybe he’s coming down with something. Shouta returns to the screen from his musings when he hears what he thinks is a little laugh. It’s short, strained, and more like a mixture of a whimper and getting the air knocked out of you than an actual laugh. Izuku reaches up to rub his neck before looking away from the camera, blush rising on every exposed freckled surface. And Shouta can’t help the absent contemplation of how far down that delicious red extended.

“Actually…I stumbled across an online mentor of sorts. I ended up studying their videos quite a bit. It’s a faceless underground dancer that not many have heard of, but I’ve come to admire.”

And oh.

“Well don’t keep us in suspense now.”

Oh, Shouta knew.

“No one knows their actual name but…”

In the safety of his own home, when he fell out of his chair—eyes wide, pink quickly staining the pale of his cheeks and ears— in tandem to the name that fell from Izuku’s plush lips, Shouta knew.

“They go by Eraser.”

Shouta Aizawa had to admit that he was already irrevocably fucked.

[faededaway]

Aizawa Shouta x female (sex worker) this might be a bit degrading. It's definitely a little ... Ambiguous on the consent.

Pro-hero Aizawa who goes to gloryholes to get himself some much needed release. He can't sleep with any sex worker who might see his face (being an underground hero has no meaning if people know what he looks like).

So yeah. Gloryholes. Gloryholes that promise anonymity for both the giver and receiver.

He's been to a few establishments around Japan. His favorite one doubles as a public bath (no one would question why he visits a bath so often).

He just goes to the counter and asks for a relaxing encounter. The receptionists lead him to a hall of stalls.

The stalls each have 3 walls and curtains in them. Providing extra privacy for the users. Unoccupied stalls have their curtains opened so the clientele can take a look at what they're being offered.

Some stalls show nothing. With only a hole, much is left up to the imagination. Others show everything minus a face.

The receptionists know which one Aizawa likes. They all walk him to the very end of the hall, where he's become a regular.

Aizawa's hole (as he so affectionately calls it) has a person's lower half sticking out of it. A very well decorated lower half, he would add.

The first time he saw her, she was clad in lace thigh highs held up with belts that went around her waist. A few stars and hearts were drawn right where the thigh highs stopped. He thought they were tattoos, but his next visit told him they were cutely drawn on.

A low seat was placed below the space where her lower half was sticking out of. A support for her feet. Aizawa had removed her feet from the seat and sat down. He held her thighs on his shoulder. He was face to face with her crotch. He really couldn't think of a better place to be.

He'd started by kissing the inner thighs. Caressing her skin. Feeling the pudginess in the socks. He kissed around the little stars as if they were dotted lines telling him what to do.

Soft whimpers from the other side of the wall made him want to do more. He lifted a skirt like fabric to see the hole he came to use. His mouth got to work, fast. Using his tongue to see if she tastes as sweet as she looks. Her legs tightened around his neck. He continued kissing and sucking loudly when the whining on the other side became unrestrained.

He only stopped when the legs around his neck stopped spasming and fell limp on his shoulders.

He looked behind him to make sure the curtains were drawn. Getting caught with his pants down would be worse than getting caught at all.

He got up from the seat, held up her feet by her ankles and unzipped himself.

A groan left his mouth when his dick was finally free from the confinement of his clothes. After stroking himself for a while, he looked at the hole he was lapping at a while ago.

Just the tip.

He thought about rubbing himself on her gushing hole.

Just a few strokes.

But he shook the thoughts out of his head and pulled out a condom from his pocket. The consequences would be worse on her than on him. So he held himself back.

Or maybe he didn't. He did pound into her hole as if it was first time all over again. A bit messy, a bit haphazardly.

A condom strewn, had been followed by 3 more. The moaning on the other side had turned to soft whimpering. His own legs were giving out now. He sat back down on the stool. The low angle gave him a perfect view of the well used hole he was just in.

He left a kiss to express his "5 stars and more" experience.

After his legs had gained some strength, he got up and placed her feet on the stool.

"if you don't mind, I'll be back in a week"

He had said to her as he left. And as promised, he was back in exactly a week.

Today, she wore sheer knee highs and gold body jewelry that wrapped around her thighs. Aizawa's dick twitched at the sight of her. A smile broke onto his face as he thought about how well he would sleep tonight.

[aizawalikestosleep]

Lull You

Shouta Aizawa x Eri Aizawa- Short blurb. (398 words). With a small sigh, Shouta ran a hand through her long white locks, looking down at the little girl as she was sleepily staring back at him. Her eyelids struggled to stay open, but she wanted to stay awake as long as she could. “Can you sleep in my bed tonight?” her tiny voice requested, as it had many nights prior, barely loud enough to be heard over the heavy rainfall splattering against the nearby windows.

“I’ll stay with you until you’re asleep, I promise. And if you wake up before morning, I’ll be down the hall,” Shouta reminded, an unusual softness to not only his voice but also his demeanor. He removed his hand from her hair and tucked her in better, ensuring it would last the night with her rather aggressive tossing and turning. When his leg shifted on the floor, his thigh accidentally brushed up against a small stuffed animal, which gave him an idea to cheer her up.

Even in her drowsiness, her eyes perked up at the sight of a cute little cat plushie “skipping” on her with maybe a bit of guidance from him, like it was a frog in the wild crossing a river by jumping on lily pads. It tickled despite it being over a thick blanket, making her giggle. “Hehe, stopp..” 

A rare chuckle escaped his lips. For some reason, being around her made everything seem less serious, like she was the only thing in the world he had to worry about. If you’d told him a few years prior to right now that he would have a young child under his care, one he absolutely adored enough to drop his cold, stoic front, he wouldn’t have bought it. But here he was, living a life he never imagined himself in as he pressed the soft toy to Eri’s cheek.

She slid her hands out from the covers and held the toy, holding it close and plopping its head on the pillow next to her. Her heavy lidded eyes could barely focus on the raven-haired man, and she could feel her body sinking further onto the bed.

"Goodnight," Shouta murmured faintly, not wanting to disturb her as he watched her eyes shut closed. After what seemed like forever, she was finally asleep. He ran a hand through her hair once more before placing a gentle kiss on her forehead.

[selmasemlan]

A Family’s Embrace

Summary: A cute moment with the Aizawas

Pairing: Todoroki Shoto x Luna Aizawa (OFC)

Author note: I needed a break from writing the war arc, so here is something cute

Warning: none, cuteness

Word count: 924

Series masterlist

A Family’s Embrace

The late afternoon sun cast a golden hue over the cozy living room of Aizawa Shouta’s home. The soft, amber light filtered through the sheer curtains, bathing the room in a warm, inviting glow. The space was decorated with a blend of comfort and subtle sophistication—a large, plush couch with a knitted throw draped over it, a coffee table adorned with a vase of fresh flowers, and shelves filled with books and mementos. The scent of freshly baked cookies wafted from the kitchen, mingling with the faint aroma of lavender from a nearby candle.

Eri, with her wide, inquisitive eyes and a cheerful smile, was sitting cross-legged on the floor surrounded by an array of art supplies. Crayons, colored pencils, and sheets of construction paper were strewn about, evidence of her creative endeavors. Her tiny hands worked diligently on a drawing, her concentration evident in the furrow of her brow and the way her tongue peeked out slightly as she focused.

Luna, her dark brown hair with its striking red highlights pulled back into a casual ponytail, stood in the kitchen area. She was wearing a soft, oversized sweater in a pastel shade that complemented her warm personality and relaxed vibe. She had a playful glint in her eyes as she reached for the last cookie on a plate. Her fingers curled around the cookie, but Aizawa’s hand—steady and deliberate—intercepted hers.

“Ah, not so fast,” Aizawa said with a mock-serious tone. His deep voice carried an edge of amusement, his casual attire of a hoodie and jeans reflecting his laid-back nature at home. He held the cookie aloft, a teasing smile playing at the corners of his lips.

Luna’s eyes sparkled with determination as she tried to reclaim her prize. “Come on, Sho-nii! It’s just one cookie. I promise I’ll make up for it later.”

Aizawa raised an eyebrow, his expression a perfect blend of amusement and mock disapproval. “If I give this to you now, I’ll never hear the end of it. Besides, you’ve had your share.”

Eri, watching the playful struggle with delight, giggled softly. “Luna’s always so determined! It’s funny.”

Luna paused, her gaze softening as she looked at Eri. “I guess I am. But it’s worth it for a cookie that tastes this good!”

With a dramatic sigh, Aizawa finally relented, handing over the cookie with a theatrical flourish. “Alright, alright. But you owe me one. And don’t think I’ll let you forget it.”

Luna accepted the cookie with a triumphant grin, breaking it in half and offering half to Eri. “Here you go, Eri. You get first dibs.”

Eri’s face lit up with joy as she accepted the piece, taking a small, savoring bite. “Thank you, Luna! It’s delicious!”

The three of them settled into a comfortable routine, moving to the couch where Eri eagerly displayed her latest drawings. Each piece was vibrant and full of life—bright colors and whimsical designs that spoke to her boundless imagination. Luna and Aizawa sat beside her, their attention fully absorbed in Eri’s artistic creations.

Luna gently ruffled Eri’s hair, her fingers brushing through the soft locks as she admired one of the drawings. “This one’s my favorite. It’s beautiful, Eri.”

Aizawa nodded in agreement, his usual stern demeanor softened into one of genuine pride. “You’ve really improved. I’m impressed.”

Eri’s cheeks flushed with happiness at the praise, her eyes shining with pride. “I’ve been practicing a lot. Luna and I even painted together last week! We made a huge mess, but it was so much fun.”

“True,” Luna said with a nostalgic smile. “We did make a mess, but it was worth every splattered paint drop. And look at how great Eri’s gotten!”

As the evening progressed, the family settled into a cozy arrangement on the couch. Eri nestled comfortably between Aizawa and Luna, her small frame curled up against their sides. The soft, rhythmic hum of the TV provided a soothing backdrop as a classic animated movie played out, its colorful scenes reflecting the warmth of the family’s bond.

Luna looked down at Eri, her heart swelling with affection. She could hardly believe how lucky she was to have found a family who cherished her so deeply. “You know, Eri,” she said softly, her voice carrying a tender note, “I’ve always wanted a little sister. And now I get to have you.”

Eri’s eyes sparkled up at Luna, full of warmth and trust. “I’m glad too, Luna. And I’m happy you’re here with us.”

Aizawa, his gaze shifting between his sister and daughter, felt a profound sense of contentment. Despite the demanding nature of their roles as heroes, moments like these made every challenge worthwhile. He wrapped an arm around both Luna and Eri, pulling them close in a protective embrace.

“Me too,” Aizawa added, his voice soft and sincere. “We’re a family, and that means we take care of each other.”

The room was filled with a sense of peace and unity, a perfect snapshot of their shared love and support. The night wore on, the movie continuing to play softly in the background, but the family remained close, basking in the simple joy of each other’s company.

In those quiet moments, surrounded by the gentle glow of the evening and the comforting presence of their loved ones, Luna, Aizawa, and Eri found solace and happiness in their togetherness. The warmth of their home and the strength of their bond created a safe haven where they could simply be, finding joy in the simple pleasures of life.

[aliveinacoffin]

Master List

Of the .1 fics that I've written/posted on here

⋆｡°✩ Spider-Verse ⋆｡°✩

( ´ཀ` ) Miguel O'Hara

Lunch Date - PT1 PT2 - Fluff/Implied F!Reader, can be ignored if you squint

↓ All somewhat connected, neither have to be read to know context, though, I would rec to read top first↑

Come Back To bed - PT1 PT2 - Angst little comfort/GN!Raader

A Difference In Fate - F!Reader, angst no comfort,

Coffee for us - GN!Reader, fluff

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ My Hero Academia ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

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Boyfriend Imagines - Gen!Reader/Izuku Midoriya, Katsuki Bakugo, Eijiro Kirishima, Shouta Aizawa, Denki Kaminari, & Hizashi Yamada - fluff, headcanons, just tooth-rotting fluff :>

ᓚᘏᗢ Aizawa Shouta/EraserHead Hospital - GN!Reader, angst/fluff comfort, TW suicidal talk, and dying) Strawberry Fanta - PT1 Introduction - (Rest On Ao3! Finished) - NSWF!F!Reader, TW yandere, stalking, violence (his name isn't spelled right I don't think? I'm so sorry) Orange Fanta - PT1 - Story and context on Ao3 - NSFW Fem!Reader, TW Yandere, violence, sexual content, dubious consent/noncon Silent Nights Exhibition - No reader, only zawa NSFW: public nudity, gremliness My own mirror - PT1 - PT2 - no reader, 3rd pov TW: Suicidal thoughts, smoking weed, implied abuse, parent death, brief mentions of ED With my whole heart- GN!Reader, angst/little comfort/none, TW: Yandere, violence, mentions of kidnapping, drugging, staking Hating you as well - PT1 PT2 PT3 PT4 - F!Reader, little angst/mostly just the sillies - you just wanted to make friends, but one GUY keeps making that impossible for you, it was like he fucking hated you! And for what!!

❆Shoto Todoroki♨

Deja ya de llorar - GN!Reader, tiny angst/major comfort just cute all around

♬♪ Present Mic/Hizashi Yamada

You're Not Just Him - Pregnant!F!Reader - Fluff - You make your husband take a break from work and have a family day with you and the kids.

✰ ✰ ✰ All Might/Toshinori Yagi

Important To You - Toshinori & Daughter!Reader - angst/no comfort TW! Neglect, parental abuse, depressive episode, mentioned eating problems, bullying, and mjc death - Being the daughter of such an important man was already hard, but after he gets deathly ill and the death of his best advisor? Forget about it!

༺｡° .ᘛThe Last Of Us 1&2ᘚ. ° ｡༻

Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ Ellie Williams

Ellie Band Au Headcanons - no reader- nsfw & sfw parts

☀︎ Grand Theft Auto V ☀︎

Wedding Ring - F!Reader- Smut, cursing, manipulation - Michael De Santa has ghosted you for moths, and now he shows up to your house unexpectedly.

My Ao3!

Unfortunately, I do have unfinished works, and new ones in progress, but it's okay because I guilt myself enough for the both of us.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Requests are OPEN! ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

Won't do: Scat, water sports, puke (in that way, if ya know what I mean lol). Thats kinda it :)

Will do: Pretty much everything else lmao Post dividers by @cafekitsune

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Fandoms I can do!

MHA

Undertale

Across The SpiderVerse

Rick and Morty

Grand Theft Auto 5

SouthPark

The Last Of Us&1 (Games 2)

Harry Potter

Adventure Time

The disastrous Life of Saiki K

F is for Family

Mystic Messenger (Though, I will warn you I haven't completed the game 100%, so I'll go off what I know so far/what I've seen from the fandom.)

[aromanticannibal]

different ways shinsou and aizawa could be related and how they're all hilarious. disclaimer, I don't care about canon here (or ever really) and I'm talking about actual familial relationships rather than aizawa adopted 17y/o shinsou situations.

Aizawa's his dad, the classic. imagine shinsou pulling up to 1-A in season 2 like yo fuck yall and Aizawa in the back waving little shinsou flags. like go son insult my students I can't do it

Aizawa's his older brother. somewhat funnier because it allows a funky dynamic. shinsou is definitely an annoying younger brother and definitely bit aizawa multiple times before. aizawa has probably opened his fridge to find shinsou napping in it and decided fuck this shit I'll get junk food. also you know that lilo and stitch scene where lilo is trying to get nani out of her room and nani suddenly doesn't have bones? yeah that

Aizawa's his uncle. I just know shinsou would desperately try to hide the fact that they're related to not get questions and such but aizawa would very much miss the hint and act affectionate with his nephew anyways.

Aizawa's his cousin. what i imagine is shinsou, who hasn't seen his cousin shouta in some time, pulls up to UA and sees aizawa and is just like oh fuck. what the fuck is he doing here. and realizes omfg why is my cousin teaching at my school since when is he a hero why did i forget this omfg kill me. and aizawa's here like oh damn Hitoshi's gotten tall.

Aizawa and Shinsou are related but god knows how. like third removed mom's cousin's brother or smth. they probably figure out they're related while talking casually and shinsou just mentions his aunt sakura or smth and aizawa's like oh my aunts called sakura too and they slowly come to a realization. but they can't figure out for the life of them how they're related.

obviously in all the situations where it's possible aizawa would very much embarrass shinsou by telling people about how cute he was as a toddler and his habit to sleep in fridges.

[chainslobber]

Angst angst angst! I had a terribly angsty dream and the only way to get angst out of your heart is to inflict it on someone else and then heal together, so here we go

Imagine dating aizawa for a few years, you guys have a cute little apartment, bunch of kitties, just a cute little life going on

But! Oh no! You get kidnapped, and the kidnappers make you leave a note saying you were leaving him and the country and not to look for you. You do it, knowing that he won't believe it, he'll come find you. But as a few weeks/months go by no rescue, these kidnappers must but good, since it's taking so long for your love to find you.

One day you find a weakness and escape, it takes days of running to get back home, the door is locked but you know the bathroom window will be unlocked so you climb through. As you open the door you see him opening the bedroom door to investigate. You run to him, wrapping him up in your arms, kissing him all over, telling him how much you missed him. He's really stiff though, asks what you are talking about, what you're doing in his apartment.

Confused you correct him, our apartment! You tell him how you knew he wouldn't believe the note and he would be looking for you, and how difficult it must have been for him. It was terrible on you and the thought of coming home to him was what kept you going.

That's when you hear something stirring behind him ... In the bed. "Shota?" A familiar voice croaked out.

Was that miss joke? The woman he always told you not to worry about even though she would hit on him while you were standing right there... couldn't be... right?

Then the pieces kinda click for you, he believed the note, he wasn't looking for you, he just moved on while you were waiting for him, you don't even know why you were kidnapped but you know everything thing is over now 😔

I would quite simply kill myself.

In all actuality, that's the kind shit I LIVE for. Not saying Shouta IS, but my ex was a piece of shit, and I lived this moment before. I feel like with Shouta, he WOULD go looking. He'd hunt me down until the ends of the earth because that'd be SO out of character for me. But if it's been months/years, yeah, he'd move on. People grieve in different ways. He'd probably eventually go 'well, everyone leaves me in the end' and believe it.

Like of course having a happy life and then one day going 'I don't love you don't find me' WOULD be alarm bells, the fact that I wouldn't turn up would be concerning. I COULD be dead, i COULD have moved on. Humans are fickle. I seriously think something like this would definitely be my breaking point. Like imagine coming home, the apartment's moved around a little--not much, but enough to be unfamiliar. And then you see all this new furniture. Cute shit. Plushies that aren't yours or whatever else. The place smells wrong, it's not him and I, it's him and her.

And the thing that sucks about crying is you inhale often, so you'd just keep smelling her while you're sobbing somewhere. Because I feel like the thing with Shouta is he'd be awestruck. Right, like I'm not dead. But he also moved on. He's with someone, they might even be happy, about as happy as us. He wouldn't just ditch them to come back. Because he probably told them WHY we split. Popping back into the picture is just cruel for everyone involved and it sucks.

Sometimes, you gotta let people go.

[xothatnerdykid]

what would you do? (baby, if you only knew)

When mysterious pro hero Eraserhead saves you one night, you insist on buying him a cup of coffee to say thank you. Aizawa Shouta/Eraserhead x fem!reader drabble. Cute and fluffy but very suggestive towards the end (still SFW tho). 2,409 words.

"It's not safe to be out at night all alone, sweetheart," the man with the wolfish smile moves closer to leer at you.

Ignoring him, you wrap your coat tighter around you and walk faster. 

As your bad luck would have it, this only riles him up further and he chases after you. "Let me walk you home, pretty little thing. Can't have you getting into trouble now, can we?"

"The only one getting into trouble…" Your voice quivers, but there’s a determination underneath your fear as you turn to face the stranger, “Is you!”

You spray your mace in his eyes but he’s faster than you, and stronger too. He wrestles it out of your hand and grabs your wrist, twisting it behind you. 

Before you can even think to scream, the man’s already on the ground.

A figure in dark clothing emerges from the nearby shadows. He had your would-be attacker tied up in a matter of seconds.

“Don’t you know,” he said low and menacingly — too menacingly for a hero, you think — bending down to grab the man’s wrist the way he did yours. “That’s no way to treat a lady?” 

He twists it until the man screams out in agony. “Gaaah! Alright, alright, already! Just let me go!”

“Not until you apologize.”

He looks up at you with frantic, pleading eyes, “I’m sorry. Now will you please tell this psycho to let me go?”

He loosens his grip on the man’s arm with a shove. “The police are already on their way to pick you up, so don’t even think about trying anything.” 

The perpetrator grunts but bows his head in defeat. 

“Are you alright?” The man finally turns to look at you, the harsh edges of his voice softening just a little when he asks you. 

You take a good look at him and realize he’s almost intimidatingly taller than you. With a lean frame clad in all black and a grey scarf, his eyes are dark and piercing in spite of their obvious weariness. He has a scar on his face and long, messy dark hair. 

But in spite of all these things, there’s a kindness to his expression and in the way he almost reaches out to touch you.

You nod. “Yes. Better, now. Thanks to you.”

He drops his hand and stuffs them into his pocket. Silence hangs in the air for a moment before he clears his throat, “Do you need an escort home?”

You don’t, really. It was only a block away from here and much better lit and safer than this shortcut you recklessly took, but you say yes anyway. “I’d appreciate that.”

Without another word, he falls into step beside you as you start walking. It’s not long before you’re at your apartment building door.

You want to say thank you, but — “I don’t even know your name.”

He shrugs. “You don’t need to.”

“I want to thank you properly,” you insist.

He eyes for a moment before hesitantly reaching out his hand. “Aizawa Shouta.”

Oh.

You weren’t expecting him to give you his real name.

He mistakes your surprise for hesitation and almost pulls his hand back before you realize your mistake, hurriedly shaking it.

“Thank you, Aizawa-san. I owe you for saving me tonight. What can I do to repay you?”

He shakes his head. “That’s not necessary.”

“Please, I insist. Do you drink coffee? Or like cats?”

He scrunches his eyebrows at you. “Cats?”

“Yeah, I work at this cat cafe not too far from here. Stop by anytime this week and I’ll have a free coffee waiting for you,” you offer hesitantly. 

“Hmm,” he rubs his chin thoughtfully. “Maybe if I pass by it on my patrol, sure.” 

But his noncommittal answer makes you cross your arms over your chest. “Don’t tell me I have to get myself into trouble to see you again?” You half-joke.

He doesn’t laugh. 

But there's the faintest glimpse of something akin to amusement in his eyes that you convince yourself you’re probably not imagining, so you take that as a small win.

"Your choice," You shrug and unlock the door to your apartment building.  Turning to face him one last time before heading inside, you smirk.

"See you around, Shouta."

He clears his throat but says nothing more. You leave him standing in the dimly lit street outside your apartment, but he doesn’t leave your mind for days.

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"So is the coffee here any good?"

You look up to the surprising sight of the man who saved you a few days ago standing in front of the counter. “Shouta!” You exclaim, and a genuine smile lights up your face. “Glad you could make it. This shift was starting to get the better of me.”

He rubs the back of his neck and you notice he has his hair up this time, the scarf gone. You can't help but stare at his hands and the exposed skin of his neck as he looks around the cozy cafe and all the playful felines. 

When he doesn’t say anything, you offer, "Do you want to pet a cat? Or just a coffee?" Hopefully not to go, you think to yourself.

“You know I’m too old for you, right?” He asks instead, and you feel your face heat up. 

"I don't think so," you shoot back. And despite how flustered you feel, you look him right in the eye.

He does the last thing you expect him to: he leans against the counter and chuckles. "Relax, I was only teasing."

Filled with newfound confidence, you smirk and look up at him from underneath your eyelashes. "I wasn't."

There’s a moment of charged silence where he looks like he might be on the brink of smiling again, the corner of his lip twitching. But he clears his throat instead and his expression turns stony and blank again. "So, about the coffee..."

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You tell him it'll be ready in 5 minutes, and he takes a seat in the back corner, playing with some of the cats and kittens. For someone who seems so stern and serious all the time, he's surprisingly gentle with them. You think it adds another layer of intrigue to him. 

As you bring his coffee over, you notice him engrossed in rubbing a little orange tabby cat dozing off on his lap. And you know you're not imagining the smile on his lips this time.

"Enjoying ourselves, are we?" You can't help but poke fun at him as you set his cup down on the table. "Is this what heroes do in their spare time?"

He snorts. "What free time?"

"Oh?" You sit down across from him even though you know you're not supposed to (for reasons other than getting in trouble with your manager). 

You cross your legs and brush your foot lightly against his ankle. And although he doesn't comment on it or react, he doesn't move away either. 

“I’m flattered then, that you somehow managed to find the time to drop by.”

He shrugs, then takes a sip of his coffee. "You should've made one for yourself so you could keep me company.”

"I thought you said I was too young for you?"

"No, I said I was too old for you.”

You quirk your eyebrow in return. "And I said not to me."

And though you're just being your usual playful self, you can sense the subtle shift in the atmosphere as the moment lingers, his gaze intense and scrutinizing. You find yourself falling deep into the darkness of his velvety, ebony eyes.

His little laugh breaks the spell, the sound deep and genuine.

"You're relentless, I'll give you that," He shakes his head, one corner of his mouth tipping up.

"And you're stubborn." You take the drink he offers you and make sure to keep your eyes fixed on him as you sip it. "What's it gonna take for you to listen?”

He quirks his eyebrow at you, and you don’t miss the way his fingers brush against yours when he takes back his coffee cup.

“I’m listening…”

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Shouta comes back to the cafe a couple of times after that, and it’s always the same: You make sure you don’t take your break until he arrives so you can happily spend all of it and more chatting with him in his favorite corner near the cat tower. 

Each visit is a bright spot in your day, and you allow yourself the small hope that it is for him, too. The conversations flow naturally, a mix of light-hearted banter and personal stories. Aizawa opens up about his work, his passion for teaching, and his love for cats. In turn, you share your dreams, your aspirations, and your random nonsensical thoughts with him.

And just like every other time, you have to force yourself to get up, sighing. "Okay, everyone's giving me the look again. My break ended about 15 minutes ago."

He holds his hand up to gesture that it's no big deal and gets up too. "Thank you for the coffee and the company. I hope it wasn’t too much trouble.”

“No, no trouble at all. You know, you don’t have to leave just because I have to go back to work.”

“I can’t. Duty calls.” He rubs the chin of the little tabby cat on his arm and she purrs contentedly. “But I’ll come back. This one seems to have taken a liking to me.”

“She wouldn’t be the only one.”

You can’t help but laugh at the way your flirty comment leaves him a little flustered. He looked devastatingly handsome to you, frowning and turning away to hide his blush.

Clearing his throat, he sets the kitten down gently on the floor with the others. 

As he turns to leave, you impulsively reach out to grab his wrist.

He looks at you, surprised, and you give him a playful smile.

"Hey, one more thing before you go?"

Leaning closer, you press your lips against his in a soft, lingering kiss.

He freezes for a moment, uncharacteristically caught off guard again (you seemed to have a habit of doing that to him). But it’s not long before he relaxes into the kiss, his lips moving against yours with an unexpected tenderness.

When you pull away, you search his face for any indication of his feelings and there’s a spark of something…soft and almost shy in his gaze.

“I’ll be looking forward to that coffee,” he says with his eyes half-lidded and his breath ghosting across your cheek.

"I'll be here," you smile, face flushed and heart racing. 

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“You’re not wearing your uniform,” Shouta remarks when he sees you again. 

And it’s such an unexpected thing for him to say when you have him pressed up against the wall of the tiny, dimly lit supply closet by the back of the cafe where you were just making out, that you have to laugh.

“I could say the same for you.” You grab him by the collar of his shirt and kiss him again, deeply, searingly. You love how erratic his breathing and his eyes get, the way his swollen lips feel against yours. 

“I’m not working today,” He murmurs, breath mingling with yours.

“Neither am I.”

“Oh?” He pulls aways for a moment. “Then why are you here?”

You smirk, “Didn’t wanna miss my favorite customer in case he came in.”

His face immediately softens, and you revel at the warmth of his thumb lightly tracing the outline of your lips. “Is that so?”

“Yes. By the way, have you seen him yet?”

It’s his turn to laugh now. 

His deep, raspy voice softens to a low, resonant rumble that fills the room, and the sound is so light-hearted — vibrant and alive — that you can’t help the warmth that floods you at the thought of being the one to bring it out of him.

“No, but I’ll be sure to tell you when I do.” He brushes a lock of hair from your forehead and places a soft, lingering kiss there. “In the meantime, I hope you don’t mind slumming it with me.”

“Hmm,” You pretend to think about it for a moment. “I suppose…I could be persuaded…”

You trail your fingers playfully up his shirt and then cup his chin.

“But you’ll have to work hard to convince me.”

His hands wander down your back and stop to rest on your waist, his touch sending shivers down your spine. “Do you want me,” He murmurs in a voice so low and husky it makes your toes curl, “to show you just how persuasive I can be?”

You nod eagerly, and he smirks as he hoists you up and turns you around so that you’re the one pinned up against the wall now. He cradles the back of your head and leans down to capture your lips in another electrifying kiss.

You feel so lost in the sensations of his intoxicating taste, his hungry kiss, his hands roaming your body that you hardly notice yourself instinctively wrapping your legs around his waist.

He does, however, and feeling your grip on him suddenly tighten, hearing your small exclamations of pleasure — it’s enough to leave him just a little dazed and heady with desire.

You pull back for a moment to catch your breath, but he's not having it, quickly closing the distance between you again. He needs this. He loves it too much to stop. 

You feel yourself smile against his lips and push him away gently. “Shouta,” you laugh breathlessly. “Give a girl a minute.”

He chuckles darkly, his playful demeanor from moments ago subtly turning into something more intense. “You know, y/n,” His grip on your waist tightens as he leans in again, his lips trailing a searing path along your jawline and down your neck. “I pride myself on being a gentleman…”

You don’t — can’t — respond, each touch sending a jolt of desire through you. You can hardly contain the soft gasps that escape your lips.

“So I hope you don’t feel offended by me asking this,” you feel his hot breath against your chest, up your neck. When he looks into your eyes, his gaze is smoldering. His dark and clouded eyes flicker down your lips for a moment before he continues, “But would you like to come back to my apartment with me?”

You’ve never said yes to anything faster in your life.

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Save A Horse

Use the related link post to read Save A Horse on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/60994207 by LeySmitt A reckless bull rider meets a down to earth trick rider at the rodeo, not knowing what kind of fire this one night stand will ignite. After a hot and heavy summer of the two men running into each other at many competitions, Aizawa finds himself ghosted by this blonde man who has began to consume his every waking thought. But when his nephew gets in trouble at school, Aizawa discovers that "Mr. Yamada" is more than just Hitoshi's English teacher, but the blonde trick rider he'd been looking for. Their relationship grows quickly, the two connecting on a level that neither had ever experienced. But Aizawa's thrill seeking ways turn out to be more dangerous than Yamada could have ever imagined. *********** Unlike with my other books, there will be no smut warnings. This is a smut heavy story, with scenes every three chapters or so. Trigger warnings will be placed in the author's note at the beginning of the respective chapters for domestic violence, child abandonment, and passive suicidal tendencies. Words: 2616, Chapters: 1/20, Language: English Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead's Mother, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead's Family, Shinsou Hitoshi, Kaminari Denki, Kirishima Eijirou, Bakugou Katsuki, Midoriya Izuku, Todoroki Shouto Relationships: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead & Shinsou Hitoshi, Kaminari Denki/Shinsou Hitoshi Additional Tags: Rodeo Competitions, Meet-Cute, Shameless Smut, Fluff and Smut, Mutual Pining, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Parental Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead | Dadzawa, Country & Western, Alternate Universe - Western, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Heavy Angst, Dating, Bull Rider Aizawa Shota, Trick Rider Yamada Hizashi, Implied/Referenced Domestic Violence, Suicidal Thoughts Use the related link post to read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/60994207

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I Think I Could Get Used to This

I Think I Could Get Used to This by Wolfkeeper989

Todoroki Shouto had never imagined himself in a relationship, let alone dating. But thanks to a brave friend he was now giving it a try. He hadn't expected for it all to click into place so easily-- being with Izuku that is. He finds himself in deep reflection and wondering how he got so lucky.

Set after: I Don't Know How I Feel About You

Words: 4919, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 4 of I Think...

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Todoroki Shouto, Uraraka Ochako, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Kamihara Shinya | Edgeshot

Relationships: Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Kamihara Shinya | Edgeshot

Additional Tags: Fluff, Self-Reflection, Cute Todoroki Shouto, Cute Midoriya Izuku, Dating, Do not repost

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45185851