#dadzawa angst

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𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 ☽ 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨 ☽

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an: this is before high school

This is a repost of my most popular smau on my tik tok:3

likes comments and reblogs appreciated!!! ◡̈

-k

[tang3r1n]

tw; panic attacks, bad self image, implied father/parental issues, bad mental health, self-deprecating thoughts. (reader is implied to be aizawa’s student/hes implied to be a sort of father to them. platonic vibes, but big on physical touch cause it’s my love language)

“my head hurts.”

“take some aspirins then, hon,”

“m’kay,”

aizawa was still nose deep in paperwork, one hand scribbling away on his… less than… academically inclined students, the other softly rubbing your legs spread across his lap. the calluses on his hands felt like sandpaper, but in a nice way, “…your hand feels like a cat tongue.”

“…” he laughs a bit, “…thanks, your legs feel furry,” you scoff and lightly kick him in the gut, causing aizawa to laugh louder, “kidding, kidding,” you lean back down, staring up at the popcorn ceiling above you.

your head feels funny, your nose stopped up, cheeks buzzing and tight. your eyes burned, rubbed raw from crying for the better part of two hours. a heavy sigh was forced upon you, heaving your chest harshly before your breath staccatos out of your lungs rather roughly.

aizawa pats your thigh, tired eyes swiping over to look at you for a moment. you were in the ‘aftershock’ phase of a panic attack, face puffy and flushed, your skin was still stick with tears you didn’t even register falling. he sighed, taking off his glasses and heaving you closer with a grand show of struggle as he groaned and huffed your hips up onto his lap.

you sighed, face numb as he forced you to sit up, your head swimming in the heavy mix of tears and aizawa’s cologne while he wiped at your face. he rubbed away your shiny tears and snot with a soft tissue, patting your back to the rhythm of your heartbeat, “you still feeling it?”

you nod.

“wanna eat something?”

you shake your head ‘no’.

“wanna put something on to watch?” he bends down, grabbing a water and opening it, holding it to your mouth as you take a big gulp. the cold water shocks you, it feels nice.

you shake your head ‘no’, again.

he takes your hands into one of his larger ones, the other still patting your back softly. he starts to rock you two back and forth.

“you’ll be okay,”

you nod, his soft tone makes your nose itch, your throat closes up and your eyes well back up.

“and i’ll be here,”

tears fall slowly, fat and slow as they trail new tracts down your hot skin, burning from the pressure pushed against it.

“every time.” he kisses your forehead, “i’ll always be here for you.”

you start to pant and huff again, chest tight as the tears turn fast and hot. his hand just squeezes yours, still rocking softly, still patting your back in that same rhythm.

“i love you.”

a shrill gasp escapes you, throat burning as air claws down the raw tunnel. you feel loved and it feels awfully warm. sickeningly comforting. it’s terrifying, how softly he handles you, it’s horrifying, how slow he is. you’ve begged for love like this all your life, and now that you have it, you’re petrified he’ll leave, clawing at his sweater, desperate for his warmth, craving his love like the air forcing itself into your deprived body.

but he stays.

he stays, rocking you both, patting your back, aspirin bottle open and knocked to the ground, water spilt all over his younger student’s exams, his ‘old man’ glasses thrown to the floor with your flailing. you’re so ugly, so broken, so jumbled and mixed up and upset and ruined and worthless and sensitive and hungry—

but he stays. he’s there, holding you, breathing for you, feeding you his love, teaspoon at a time, one ‘i love you’ at a time, one aspirin at a time.

[qtvi0let]

First post kinda nervous

Summary:

A reckless mistake. A sharp argument. “Stop acting like you’re my father!”—“I’m not your father.” But the words cut deep, and regret lingers.

At 3 AM, you slip an apology under Aizawa’s door, only to find him waiting. An invitation, a conversation, a long-buried fear laid bare. And when exhaustion takes over, you find yourself asleep in the arms of the one person who never left.

A Flower in the Dark

Before Aizawa, before U.A., before anything even close to a home, there was only survival.

You learned quickly that in this world, there were two kinds of people: those who had someone to catch them when they fell, and those who didn’t. You belonged to the second category.

Your parents were a hazy memory, faces blurred by time and neglect. Maybe they had cared once—maybe. But in the end, they had left, and that was all that mattered. The streets became your home. Hunger became your companion. And when a villain group took you in, offered you shelter, food, purpose—you took it without question.

Because what else was there?

They taught you how to fight, how to steal, how to survive. They shaped you into something sharp, something useful. And for a long time, you believed that was all you were meant to be. Until Aizawa caught you.

Until he saved you.

He pulled you from that life, dragging you kicking and screaming into U.A., into discipline, into care. But even now, even with a bed of your own, even with a future dangling just within reach, the past never truly left.

And tonight was proof of that. You messed up. Again.

It had started as something small—just slipping out of the dorms, just a quick little excursion, just testing the limits because you could. Because you hated the feeling of being caged.

Then things spiraled. A confrontation. A fight. A sharp piece of metal you hadn’t noticed until it was too late, leaving a gash across your arm. Blood, not much, but enough to make your head light.

And then—Aizawa.

He caught you, dragged you back, and now here you were, sitting on the edge of a desk in his office, watching his hands as they worked to clean your wound. His fingers were steady, careful, but his jaw was clenched.

“What the hell were you thinking?”

You didn’t answer.

Aizawa let out a slow breath through his nose, but the tension in his shoulders didn’t ease. “You could’ve gotten seriously hurt.”

“But I didn’t.”

He shot you a sharp look. “That’s not the point.”

You huffed, crossing your arms, wincing slightly at the sting in your injured one. “I can handle myself.”

“No, you can’t.” His voice was clipped, frayed at the edges. “You act like you’re invincible, like no one else matters. Like you don’t matter.”

You scoffed. “Since when do I matter?”

Aizawa’s hands stilled.

The silence stretched, thick and heavy. He put down the bandages and met your eyes, his gaze unreadable. “Since the moment I took you in.”

Your stomach twisted. It wasn’t supposed to be this hard to breathe.

“You’re my student,” he continued, voice firm. “And whether you like it or not, I care about what happens to you.”

Your fists clenched. It was too much. Too close. The past whispered in your ears, ghosts of all the times someone pretended to care before disappearing.

“Stop acting like you’re my father!” The words ripped from your throat before you could stop them.

Aizawa’s expression didn’t change. “I’m not your father.”

“I know!” Your voice cracked, something raw bleeding through. “But do you know that?”

Aizawa didn’t say anything. And that silence—that unbearable, suffocating silence—was enough to make you bolt. You rushed out of the room.

You cried. Not loud, not dramatically, just silent, shuddering breaths curled up in your dorm room.

You didn’t know why it hurt so much. You knew Aizawa wasn’t your father. You knew that letting people in was dangerous. That caring meant giving them the power to leave.

But despite everything, despite every wall you built, you had started to care about him. And now, you had thrown that in his face. You wiped your eyes with the back of your sleeve, sniffing hard. This wasn’t enough. Just sitting here, wallowing, wasn’t enough.

You hesitated before grabbing your sketchbook. Your hands shook as you sketched, the lines uneven, a single flower blooming from the page. Beneath it, you scrawled the only words you could manage.

I’m sorry.

It was past 3 AM when you crept through the halls. The school was eerily silent, the kind of quiet that made your own footsteps sound too loud. The teachers’ dorms were further back, tucked away from the student housing. Aizawa’s door stood at the end of the hall, the nameplate barely visible in the dim light.

Your pulse was in your throat as you crouched, sliding the paper under the door. You turned to leave.

“(Y/N).”

You stopped dead.

Slowly, you turned back. The door was open, and Aizawa stood there, watching you with those tired, unreadable eyes.

“You’re awake?” Your voice was hoarse.

“I figured you’d come.”

You swallowed hard, throat thick. You weren’t sure what to say.

Aizawa stepped aside, wordlessly inviting you in.

For the first time in a long time, you didn’t fight it.

You sat stiffly on the couch, arms wrapped around yourself. Aizawa sat across from you, silent as always, waiting.

You stared at the floor. “I don’t know why I said that.” Aizawa hummed, neither agreeing nor disagreeing. You inhaled shakily. “I just… I don’t want to need anyone.”

“That’s not how it works.”

You clenched your jaw. “It has to be.”

“Why?”

Your nails dug into your arms. “Because people leave.” Aizawa was quiet for a long time. Then, he leaned forward, elbows on his knees. “I’m still here.”

Your throat tightened. “For now.”, "No, for as long as you let me be." His voice was softer this time.

You blinked hard, looking anywhere but at him. “I don’t know how to do this.”

“You don’t have to figure it out alone.” The room was so quiet you could hear your heartbeat pounding in your ears. Slowly, cautiously, Aizawa reached out, resting a hand on your shoulder. And for once, you didn’t pull away. Something in your chest cracked open, a slow, aching thing. And when exhaustion finally won over, your head dipped against his arm. Aizawa let you stay there, his hand still resting lightly on your shoulder. He was still awake long after you fell asleep.

And for the first time in years, you weren’t alone.

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[c-c-cherry]

Eraser didn’t feel like Eraser at all.

(Part 1/3)

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Shadow and I have been kicking these ideas back and forth for sooooo long. So gaze upon her art she has so graciously let me share — and go read the first chapter of Apple and the Eye on here or ao3!! :D

[herofics]

Hi do you do requests for continuations of fanfics you did 5 years ago😭.

For contacts it is the one about Aizawa's adopted kid gets killed in a villain attack, I don't know if you're long over that but I was thinking if you did continue it could it be like other student's reactions🙏. (love your works btw❤️)

A/N: Oh I will gladly write some more for that. I just picked some characters and mashed them all together into HCs. The post mentioned is this one (I think at least). Thank you for liking my stuff :D

•When Aizawa carried your lifeless body out of what was left of the dorms, everyone was already in shock from what had happened, and your death certainly didn’t make things any easier

•The police and paramedics had been alerted and teachers were pouring to the scene to help and make sure everyone was alright

•Almost everyone else had gotten out with only minor injuries, except for you

•The whole class was quiet, some because of the shock, some because they were showing respect

•You were put into an ambulance and taken away, even though no one could help you anymore, Aizawa wanted to go with you, but he also had a responsibility to his class, so he decided to go to the hospital later

•”Is everyone okay?” he asked as the rest of class-A stood there quietly

•Everyone muttered something akin to a “yes” but no one knew what else to say

•”They pushed me out of the way” Midoriya said

•As if he doesn’t carry the world on his shoulders already, the blame he placed on himself for what happened to you was certainly enough to drive anyone past the breaking point

•Aizawa assured him that it wasn’t his fault, but how could it not be? If he just had better control of his quirk, if he was as fast as All Might, you wouldn’t be dead

•There was a lot of buzz outside the school as to how it could have happened, how does a student get killed in the UA dorms?

•The whole class and Aizawa were so tired of hearing all the theories and the media blaming everyone but the actual culprits

•The whole class brought something for your desk in the class, candles, incense, flowers, food, things like that

•It became a sort of shrine to you

•The whole class was understandably distraught about what had happened, but your closest friends were the most messed up about it

•Bakugou didn’t yell at anyone for at least two weeks, he just muttered to himself whenever someone annoyed him

•He knew heroes die on the job all the time, but you weren’t a hero, you were a student

•It drove him to train harder, study harder, so next time something like this happened, maybe he wouldn’t feel so fucking useless

•Midoriya got the worst of it, he blamed himself, no matter how much everyone else told him it wasn’t his fault, he just wouldn’t listen

•He too started training harder, developing his quirk and his control over it, he didn’t want this to happen again

•In a way you motivated the whole class to be better, get stronger, it just sucked you had to die for that

•Yaoyorozu started practicing more extensive first aid after that, she took some courses outside of what the school offered, and started taking lessons from Recovery Girl too

•Some of the class followed her example, such as Uraraka, Tokoyami, Asui and Todoroki

•Yaoyorozu also made sure to learn how to make certain medicines, hemostatic gauze and things like that with her quirk, that could help in a situation like what happened to you

•His students efforts brought some light into the dark time Aizawa was going through, and the little shrine on your old desk was a nice gesture

•Even though it was sometimes a painful reminder, it was also a reminder of how much you were loved by your classmates and friends

[sadclownvibez]

HELP OMG WHAT IS THE TAG FOR THOSE FICS WITH THE HERO VS. VILLAIN TEAMS?????(bnha)

like I've seen it called the urban warfare exam or a civil war exam but I am so sad that I can't find any specific tag for it :'(

[bluestarjay]

Haha!!! Hahahahaha!!!! Imagine this!!!! Bakugo is trying to convince teacher deku that he should've become a hero with them when he graduated instead of becoming a teacher. (Tbh, idk what happened at the end and why he became a teacher instead a hero, but I assume he wanted a break bc he already saved Japan and fought a war,,,but like wtv.) So he's yelling at him that he could be Japan's first quirkless hero, and that he's wasting his time teaching when he could be out on the field "actually making a difference". Deku gets made bc he *is* making a difference, and he enjoys teaching, but he doesn't have the money or resources to become a hero at this point, and his dream is probably too far gone.

He'd still love to be a hero, but it's too difficult and unrealistic this far into his teaching career. Plus, he's already made so much of a difference with defeating AFO and Shigaraki, and he just wants to be a normal adult for a bit. Bakugo brings up that he used to be willing to do whatever it took to save someone's life or even just make things easier for them. He brings up the fact that being a hero is all he's ever wanted and that he shouldn't throw it all away just bc he's quirkless now. But he's not the same reckless kid he was before. He's not breaking his bones with every punch and running away and trying to do everything on his own. He's not throwing away his childhood dream because he's quirkless; he would GLADLY become Japan's first quirkless hero, but he's responsible for children's lives and wants to be present for them as much as possible and not have to worry about being murdered on a mission or patrol (like aizawa and All Might yk). He WANTS to worry about taxes and bills for a little bit; live a little, and go out drinking and hang out with friends. He's seen what war is like and KNOWS what it's like to be a full-fledged hero, and he would always risk his life to save someone, but he doesn't want to die at 30 and leave his students alone, because he remembers what happened with Mr Aizawa and knows what would've happened without him in their lives, and he can't let that happen. He remembers being terrified when All Might fought AFO, and being scared that he would lose his mentor and father figure.

He's happy teaching and helping his students and caring for them, even if he's technically alone half the time because he stopped talking to his friends and distanced himself and he's not 100% happy with his life, as much as he loves teaching, because he knows that Bakugo is right and his true calling is being a hero.

And you know what song is PERFECT for this scenario??

Exactly. Exactly.

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[shotowrites]

Shoto Todoroki Fanfic Recs!!

Summary:

Shouto was nine when he realized something was wrong and no one else knew. Red flowers grew where they shouldn't and wouldn't go away.

Summary:

There is not much he actually remembers, in the end. The therapist lady in the jacket suit had told him that; that sometimes when things are too painful and memories too shattered, they’ll fade. And sometimes, if those memories are too jagged at the edges, and they had been poking at him for too long, he could fade as well- sometimes there, sometimes not, sometimes somewhere far away, when everything goes fuzzy at the edges and time stutters.

Shoto is not ready. Perhaps in many years’ time, he will be somewhat closer to being ‘ready’. Perhaps not.

Either way, he nods his head, sits up straighter, and prepares himself to speak as the camera light flickers red and starts recording.

Summary:

My take on everything Shouto is going through, because he deserves a good old-fashioned breakdown.

Technically set post ch 297, but this is more like me rewriting ch 298 and then doing whatever I want after that lol.

Summary:

ten years after running away from home, touya has to deal with an older version of his baby brother at his door

Summary:

"Iida, did you hear about the two people who stole a calendar?" Shouto asked as he sat down for breakfast. "They each got six months."

Iida choked on his orange juice, putting the cup down quickly and wiping his face with a napkin. He took off his glasses and cleaned them before putting them back on his face, adjusting them a few times before looking at Shouto weirdly. “Ah.” He shook his head a few times. "For a minute I thought that you made a…" He trailed off. "Never mind."

(OR: Shouto attempts to be funny. He is not.)

Summary:

“He was beautiful!” Ashido pops up, sliding on top of the coffee table in front of Kaminari with a wild grin. The classmates ignore Iida’s indignant yelling.

“Long, flowing hair, pale skin, nice eyes,” she sighs dreamily, “I’m so glad we got to meet such a hot ghost.”

“I didn’t really see him,” Sero recalls, “I just remember hearing a voice and then running for our lives.” Kirishima gives a nod.

“Plus, it was really dark,” he adds.

“That’s because you weren’t looking,” Ashido gives a pout.

Uraraka gives a hum, she wants to see a hot ghost. Hagakure shifts beside her, careful not to move too much, and she feels a woosh by her head from what must be a fist in the air.

“That’s it!” she exclaims, “I want to see the hot ghost.”

In which Class A just wants to find a ghost, but instead they find a lonely, forgotten god in the middle of the woods.

Summary:

Maybe if they can’t have a proper brotherly relationship just yet (or ever), he could try to be Shouto’s friend.

“You have a phone, right?” Natsuo asks, because he is, in fact, the most awkward person to ever exist.

“Yeah. I have a phone,” Shouto says. “Do you want to see it?” Correction: they are the most awkward siblings to ever exist.

Natsuo lost one brother (and friend), but now maybe he's ready to reach out to another that needed him all along

Summary:

Midoriya jokingly says, "Aren't you tired of being nice? Don't you just want to go apeshit?" Everyone's too focused on Iida telling him off for swearing to notice Shouto in his corner of the lunch table, mulling over his words.

He is tired of being nice. He does want to go apeshit.

Or: the one where Todoroki Shouto finds his personality, bit by bit, through the power of memes and friendship.

(background momojirou; tsuchako, shinkami, kiribaku if you squint)

Summary:

Todoroki is hit by a Delirium Quirk, but nobody notices. Least of all him.

The mission is simple: board the train, successfully navigate a crowded festival without running into trouble, and have fun. Aizawa isn’t there to hold their hands, but Shouto has no doubt that he’ll be sitting by his phone the entire time, waiting for something to go wrong.

You’d think that by their third year, Aizawa would have a little more trust in all of them. But he doesn’t.

And considering the way things immediately go wrong, Shouto can’t really blame him.

Summary:

“IcyHot?”

“I need—need help, I can’t, can’t—” Shouto breathes, tears staining his cheeks as he stumbles over to Bakugou, his muscles are weak, heavy—they aren’t working. His legs give out and—

”Easy, easy,” Bakugou stumbles back and keeps Shouto up with his steady arms, holds on to his waist tight.

“I don't know what to do,” he hiccups, pressing his face into Bakugou’s shoulder as he sobs and tugs at his shirt, “what’s happening to me?”

Shouto gets hit with a quirk that prevents him from sleeping and reality as he knows it, crumbles before him.

[eris-snow]

Hi I was thinking if you could do aizawa having a sibling or daughter. Like a younger sister or daughter who he teaches and do some type of angst with them. Like him not paying much attention to her or she’s caught doing something (like smoking,drugs). Something like that. Thank you ❤️

I’m not comfortable writing any mentions about underage smoking or drinking (cause I assume that she's still in high school when this scene occurs) but I’ll try to make it up by making y/n kind of ‘bad girl’ ish!

I don't condone underage smoking or underage drinking. Please take care of your body :D

Note for the requester below!

Tags: daughter!yn, Aizawa, angst

“So, mind explaining what that was?” Aizawa asks, sighing as he pinches the bridge of his nose as he closes his room door in the dorms of Class A.

You think it's ironic because, even as his daughter, you’ve only seen this place once.

Your arms are littered with scars, a nasty bruise already forming on your cheek at where you’ve been punched. It throbs, sure, but it's nothing compared to your father's words.

No, his words are a knife to the chest. They’d make your heart bleed so much more than any quirk every could.

“Don’t want to,” You grouse, shrugging of your school bag. It lands on the ground with a loud thud as you try to reach for the door handle. A hand shoots out to grab yours firmly, making you freeze in your spot.

“May be I should have rephrased my statement,” Your father growls. “Tell me what happened, Y/n.”

His grip is controlled, gentle but firm in a way that makes you want to scoff. So he only cares now, when you kick up a fuss.

How flippant.

And yet, a small part of your mind still cowers at Aizawa’s anger. Your father’s icy wrath can be as cold as a snowstorm or as explosive as Bakugou, and you’re already anticipating and analyzing different ways you could mould yourself back into the person he wants you to be.

Pathetic.

“Nothing happened,” You mutter, not daring to move. “All I did was lose control a little, that’s all—”

“You picked a fight with my student, Y/n!” Aizawa raised his voice, causing tears to prickle your eyes. “Bakugou’s a ticking time bomb that blows up every 10 minutes. You know that, and you still did it! If it weren’t for Midoriya’s quick thinking to get me, you could have been seriously hurt!”

And that’s when it snaps.

“Your s-stu—” You break off, jerking your hand away from his. Your father’s eyes narrow, about to snap again— “Your daughter lost control of her quirk, Dad! Your daughter! Why is it you still care about your own goddamn students over me?”

Aizawa’s eyes widen, fury snuffing out. “Y/n—”

“NO!” You yell, shaking with emotion. “I’ve listened and watched for my whole fucking life. It’s my turn.”

Aizawa opens his mouth, but the minute tears spill from your eyes and a sob escapes your mouth, he presses his lips into a tight line.

“Your students have always been the priority. Ever since day one, you’d throw yourself in front of a villain crime lord to save them when I didn’t know if you’d even spend my birthday with me each year.” You bite your lip, trembling as the word vomit finally spews from your lips. You can’t stop it, and it just keeps coming and coming because now that the lid is off, the words bubble over like a volcano.

“Do you know what everyone in Class B says?” You grit your teeth, clenching your dirt-ridden shirt with your fingernails digging into your skin. The tears burn hot like magma, and you can’t stop yourself from choking the next few lines out. “They’ve labelled you the second father of Class A, Dad! Did you know that?”

A bitter laugh wrenches itself out of your lips, and you’re pretty sure your skin is bleeding at how tightly you’re clenching your shirt. “Am I not your daughter, Dad? Am I not important now that Mum’s gone?”

“I loved your mother—”

“But do you love me?” you sob out.

The question causes Aizawa’s heart to plummet faster than a ten-pound bowling ball. Your voice is so small, so uncertain, and it makes Aizawa’s heartache. Do you-do you seriously think that? That he didn’t love you?

His hesitation was a fatal mistake, because for the first time in a long while, you look up to him with defiance in your eyes. You’d always been a good child, Aizawa had taught you well, after all. But this? Your eyes were hard, stone cold, and it makes Aizawa stop short.

“That’s what I thought.” You curl into yourself with a small choke, hands finding the door handle before you glance back at him with a teary, broken gaze. “Go check on your precious Bakugou. They seem to need you way more than I do.”

The door slams and knocks down the picture frame hanging on his door, shattered glass fragmenting with a loud, high-pitched crash.

On it, is a photo of you and him on Father’s Day.

To be honest, he has already forgotten how long ago it was taken.

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Note to the requester: I'm so sorry it's so late! I was debating if I should make it a happy ending and ultimately decided to go with this so it wasn't forced. Sorry if it wasn't exactly what you asked for, but I hope you enjoyed it nonetheless! Thank you for requesting! 💛

[v3ng3anc3-qu33n]

Shit. (Pt. 6 of Her Revenge Series)

After freeing All For One, according to the news, the heroes knew they were stuck and couldn't win. Not alone, at least. So they branched out, sending an S.O.S. to many different countries for aid. America replied first with The Justice League, Teen Titans, and Young Justice and the Avengers not far behind them, with a few other superhero teams from across the world joining in. Meanwhile, the villains and I have been planning to deal with this, though our resources are lacking compared to them.

"Uncle please tell me you have enough powers to help us." I say unsure of his power levels since being caught.

"I do so don't be alarmed. I did some extra gathering while I was there." All For One reassures.

"I dunno I think we should be alarmed," Toga says.

"Yeah/no," Twice contradicts himself.

"I believe we will need to produce more Nomus at least as a diversion," I say before pausing "Toga you have some hero blood, correct?"

"I have some from Uravity, Froppy, Endeavour, Midnight, Rocklock, and some others why?" Toga replies wistfully as she thinks of her blood collection.

"You will go undercover once a week on Mondays and gather all the information you can." I say my eyes calculating.

She nods before Shigiraki intercedes.

"Wait what do we do to make sure she isn't caught." Shigiraki points out.

"Relax Shigiraki, y/n and I already have this under control." All For One says.

"Correct uncle, because many new heroes are here as they have their own planes or can fly or run on water. I figured this may happen so just think about it maybe it would do you some good though I suppose I will explain regardless. With many new heroes and this chaos of course some heroes will act... off... meaning if Toga messes up she can claim anxiety and stress."

"Dismissed." I say, and everyone aside from me, Shigiraki, and All For One walks off to their individual plans.

I also walk away to my room, leaving All For One alone with Shigiraki.

"I'm worried about y/n they're acting erratic." Shigiraki says. "They only came back because of a rough break up because they have strong powers and accidentally hurt someone."

"I noticed they seemed... off.. see what you can find about the break up every detail." All For One says.

Meanwhile, I sit in my room overhearing this and sigh before I flop down on my bed and unlock my phone. I freeze as I get a photo memory popping up of me and Damian on a ferris wheel together. My eyes water, and I go to our text messages, typing out a message and deleting it, doing this process over and over. Before I go to my photo app and start deleting all our pictures together and destroying every physical picture with him or his family in it, along with everything he ever painted or bought for me. My eyes flicker, glowing purple before they stop, and I just cry in bed, falling asleep as my tears stain my face.

The next morning, I slam my alarm and get up and quickly get dressed in something comfortable and get my hair out of my face for the day before putting on my slippers and going to the main floor seeing everyone else already there.

"Morning Sleeping Beauty." Dabi teases, and I flip him off.

"Guessing you didn't sleep well?" Shigiraki says.

"I slept fine thank you." My voice filled with annoyance.

"Really then why were you throwing and breaking things at 1:30am?" Toga says dubiously.

"Just because Toga. Just because." I say my face and voice cold. "Anyways are you ready to go undercover today?"

"Yup!" Toga says cheerily.

I grimace at her cheeriness so early but nod. As I grab my breakfast I have Kurogiri send Toga to the Hero Base so she can get intel.

We wait for 7 hours. 7 hours of anxiety and paranoia. We all sit in the main room worried as we watch a show until we hear her scream out.

"IM BACK BITCHES!!!" Toga shrieks as she walks in.

"Jesus christ so fucking loud." Spinner mutters.

"What did you find?" I ask.

"Well the news was right the Justice League, Avengers, Young Justice, and Teen Titans are here." She says worriedly as she looks at me.

"Well then, I will be right back," I say tense before teleporting to my room and screaming "FUCKING SHIT FUCK FUCK FUCK GOD DAMMIT THOSE ASSHOLE SHITTTTTT!!!"

Before I teleport back, my eyes flickering glowing purple again before resting on glowing purple and say, "Well, this will be fun."

The rest of the L.O.V. nod unsure and I shoo them all away except All For One and Shigiraki.

".... so you guys want to know what happened with my break up?" I say

"What no-" Shigiraki says before I cut him off.

"Save it. I heard you both last night, I will tell you. You know how my powers aren't a quirk they're magic? And how only in Japan are quirks common? In other places, it's the opposite. The powered are few. After I got my hero licence under the guidance of my adoptive father, Eraserhead? Well, after I had to go to U.A. for a year for social purposes, and I did before I left for America with the blessing of U.A. and The Avengers as a precaution in case I got I over my head. Which I did but not in a way they could help... I fell in love with a boy named Damian, and I was reckless. In America, they don't have a hero licence system, so when I went there wanting to help the powerless, I kept it on me just so no one would mistake me as a villain as its chaotic and they have no hero system you just eventually are recognised as one. This wouldn't have been a problem except for the fact that I fell in love. I fell in love with a vigilantes son just my luck. We started dating when I first moved over when I was 16 and he was 18 we dated for four fucking years his family and friends adored me. Until him and his family were on patrol and they heard me scream. A man killed someone... in the same way I saw my biological parents that night... and I froze. I screamed, and magic shot out of my body without my control hitting and killing the man, and Damian was the first to see me in front of the corpses." I pause and take a deep breath as my voice cracks before continuing. "After my magic teleported me away to the room I was staying in at his family Manor... the next day, Damian confronted me he was livid. I tried to explain, but he wouldn't listen. Then the rest happened. The normies don't like those with power as they can't control them... they fear them.. and he feared me."

-V3ng3anc3

[insanesanitysparks]

Strays

An AU fic where the students of Class 1-A are living through the dark ages or quirk usage and every day is a struggle to survive. Aizawa is just a simple man rescuing these kids from the darkness and adopting every stray he finds. And to hell with the people that say “you can’t save them all” because dammit! Aizawa’s certainly going to try or die trying!

[ravenrissa]

The Aizawas

(Part of the Aizawa-Yamada Family series)

When a villain attack occurs during a family outing in town, Present Mic and Eraserhead jump into action to save lives, leaving Hitoshi to stay back and stay safe. He gets lost in the rushing crowd, however, and ends up bumping into a couple who look eerily like Shouta...

Shouta is extremely resistant to the idea of his parents entering his adopted son's life. They were absent, neglectful parents who left Shouta to fend for himself growing up so they wouldn't have to be parents. He has sworn since the day he began fostering (and later adopted) Hitoshi that he would do everything that his own parents did not, being present in his son's life and letting him know he is loved, so when his parents announce that they want to built a relationship with not only his son, but him as well, Shouta is against the idea. But Hitoshi sees the conflict in his Dad's eyes, knowing that despite outwardly being stoic and indifferent to the situation, he's hurting inside, and sets about trying to make things right in this tense situation.

Read it here.

[tinfoilhatsss]

Are YOU looking for a mha x bsd fic to read?!

“You will both be undertaking long term stealth missions elsewhere, but you won’t be operating together for the most part. Dazai-kun, you’ve heard of UA high school right?”

“Of course I have, it’s like the most popular hero school in Japan or something. And now you’re going to tell me I have to live my dreams and become a hero.” Dazai jokes.

The older man makes no sound, and Dazai turns to look at him.

“Wait. You’re serious?”

Mori sighs, “Dazai-kun, you will be infiltrating UA high school and posing as a student there. You’ve already got experience in stealth training, but it will be a shame to let such a valuable executive go..”

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Dazai and Chuuya are sent on missions to infiltrate opposite sides of two parties that Mori has deemed a threat to the mafia, and to simply gather information from both sides. Is there more to this assignment than what they were informed of?

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I, Tinfoilhats (on ao3) have written a mha and bsd crossover which is Dazai centric. It’s titled ‘I don’t smoke’, with the link at the bottom of the page. Feel free to check it out!! Its over 100k words and currently ongoing, with an infiltration and mystery theme. Fyodor (yes, him), Chuuya, Aizawa and other 1-A characters are the most prominent in the plot. Fyodor is really just there for fun though. It does contain themes of suicide, self harm and alcoholism, but despite these tags (and many more), this fic isnt always that sad. There are def angsty moments though (and gets MORE angsty as it goes on).

Here is the fic link! https://archiveofourown.org/works/33371662

This is also my first time using Tumblr, but whatever. Hope this reaches its target audience

[herofics]

Could you do some dadzawa angst please? Maybe his daughter died in a mission or commited suicide and how he deal with grief.

A/N: I picked died on a mission, because there’s been so many of the suicide themed requests in the past month or so, and I didn’t really feel like writing that. The reader goes to UA and is on an internship where things go south on patrol and the reader ends up dead

•When Aizawa got the news, he was obviously devastated, but he didn’t really react at first

•He tried to convince himself that this had to be a mistake

•He asked the police officer that had come to deliver the news what had happened, multiple times

•Aizawa also sort of on purpose misunderstood who was dead, like he tried to convince himself that the police officer was mistaken and that it was someone else who had passed away

•When the reality finally set in, his legs gave out, and he fell to the floor on his knees

•He hugged himself as he started quietly crying, his forehead almost touching the floor as he bent down

•The police officer offered his condolences to Aizawa before leaving, and he was left alone

•You were his only child, and now you were gone, he felt like a huge piece of his heart had been ripped away

•Aizawa isn’t very good with big emotions, or at least not showing them

•He’d prefer to keep things locked inside himself, but after your passing, he was required to go to therapy by the school which forced him to confront his feelings

•He was barely able to plan the funeral, he just felt so paralyzed by grief and even more so by anger

•Mic and Midnight were a huge help and Aizawa could mostly focus on the eulogy/memorial speech

•When the day of the funeral finally came, it was one of the most difficult days of his life

•The previous day when the wake was, was also very difficult but also very heartwarming

•Your friends shared stories about you and so did everyone else you were close to

•Aizawa listened, and he couldn’t help but think that even though your life ended way too early, maybe you’d had a good life

•There was a certain sense of finality, even though you’d died a while ago

•One last goodbye, one last time he could hold your hand, before your body would be cremated

•Aizawa was numb for months after your passing, he started drinking more often, not enough to be considered an alcoholic but more than before

•He had to take a pretty long period of sick leave after you died, because he just couldn’t function properly

•He had problems controlling his emotions, like he would get incredibly angry for the smallest things and just breakdown when he was alone

•Eventually it got easier, the pain didn’t disappear, but it got easier to deal with as time went by

•It’s not betrayal to get over the pain, you would want him to keep going, you would want him to be happy again

[katsdynam1ght]

chapter 6 is finally here (i'm so sorry for taking a million years)

enter present mic!!! we've had some good dadzawa, but i know everyone's been looking forward to that good good papamic content too ;)

tags! @hyperobsessed @vee-sea @finnthemann @pancakemoment @epickiya722 @kamiiin @vesterport @nielution @justtorzaplease

[pearlatz]

I'm pretty sure that nobody is gonna answer this but I'm searching for a fic on AO3 and I'm not sure if it's still up.

Its basically midoriya izuku, shinsou hitoshi and aizawa shouta that time travel in the past. Izuku is the first to "remember" and then hitoshi and lastly aizawa on his birthday. Izuku also sends an email with a code in it to aizawa for when he remembers and Nezu gets curious. They become vigilante together. also when Aizawa remembers he leaves Yamada. I don't remember if Izuku has OFA or if he's quirkless.

Can someone help me find it ? 😭

P.S: sorry for my horrible english