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[mhabirthdays]

Happy Birthday

Shota Aizawa (Erasure Hero: Eraser Head) – November 8th

[ethanthespookymonth]

🖤❤️Have some Aizawa! ❤️🖤 (This is my first time drawing him so please no hate.)

[call-me-copycat]

Guess what?! (　･`ω･´)✨

Sorry for the poor photos! I'm not the best at taking them, but I still tried (⁠^⁠～⁠^⁠;⁠)⁠ゞ

Now we're just waiting for Shinso!

(Also you were right @dreaminofanime ! He does look much nicer in real life now that I have him!)

Guess who's coming in the mail! ₍₍ ᕕ(´ ω` )ᕗ⁾⁾

I don't have any figures yet, so these will be my first! Very excited! (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧

[purringysalamiri]

Aizawa shouta in My Hero Ultra Impact.

Present mic bonuses because I loved his.

[redr0sewrites]

⚠️A/n: short, filthy, and self indulgent. literally no plot just straight up smut. also happy late birthday Aizawa !

⚠️Cw: smut, riding, semi-public sex (in his office), degradation + praise, pwnp, orgasm denial, overstimulation, dacryphilia, afab!reader

⚠️dividers

"yea? s'that feel good?" your voice is hushed against his warm skin, and his cock twitches at your tone.

Aizawa lets out a strangled groan beneath you, hips jerking up to meet yours. firm hands dig into your hips, struggling to pacify himself as you bounce up and down on his cock. the chair beneath you creaks from your shared weight, and your thighs squeeze tight around his waist.

"you should get back to work, sir," you tease, leaning in to whisper in his ear. "wouldn't want your students to see you like this, hm? getting fucked in your own workplace.. who would've known that Eraserhead was such a slut.."

"shut it," he hisses, burying his head in your neck, inhaling your scent. "you were the one who suggested this.. if anyones the slut its you, not me. now quiet down. fuck, i could lose my job over this..."

"that just makes it- hngh,,, all the more fun, hm?" you whisper, pressing sloppy kissess to his neck as you rock back and forth on his dick.

"fun, huh?" Aizawa purrs, pulling away and leaning back in his chair to watch you squirm in his lap.

"y-yeah, fun. you do know what that is, right old man?"

"ffuck, you've got a filthy mouth, y'know that?" Aizawa sneers, and his hands immediately grip your waist tight enough to bruise. in one swift motion, he lifts you up almost entirely off his cock- before slamming you back down and watching you moan. he keeps up the brutal pace, his hips snapping against yours until soft uh uh uh's from between your lips and the sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room.

"someone ought to teach you some manners," he hisses, admiring the way your cunt swallows his cock with every thrust. your juices gush around him as you clench, arousal overcoming you with each roll of his hips. a calloused hand reaches between your two bodies to rub circles on your clit, and Aizawa watches with practiced composure as you begin to crumble above him.

"feels s'good sir," you slur, leaning down to bury your head in his neck as your cunt squeezes around him. "m's'close," you shiver, and Aizawa nods before pressing a kiss to your temple.

"i know baby, i know. you can last a little longer f'me, can't you?"

you nod, breathless and teary eyed as he increases his pace, hips snapping against yours impossibly harder than before. the pleasure is mind numbing, and you arch into him as your clit pulses beneath his thumb. nimble fingers continue to stroke your pearl as his free hand crawls up between your shirt to palm your bouncing breasts. he squeezes a nipple between two fingers, watching as your brow furrows in pleasure.

"p-please, 'm gonna cum, i can't hold it any longer-"

"you're going to wait, or i'll stop," his voice is threatening, and you shiver at the thought of him pulling away. Aizawa notices, he always does, and leans in to capture your lips in a filthy kiss. his demeanor switches to be more comforting, almost confescendingly so, as tears begin to form at your waterline, the pleasure becoming all too much to handle.

"c'mon, baby, doing so good f'me, just last a little longer, hm?"

you whimper, and Aizawa's cock twitches inside you. he lets out a low string of curses and his pace picks up, signifying that he's just as desperate as you are.

"c'mon, honey, we'll cum together, okay? you still with me?"

you nod, moaning desperately as he continues drilling his hard cock into your cunt. the burning pleasure in your gut is practically unbearable, and his fingers, which had momentarily paused, return to circling your clit. his ministrations push you over the edge, and he nearly growls in your ear as you cum undone.

you tighten around him like a vice as your orgasm washes over you, and Aizawa twitches inside you once, twice, three times before his own orgasm overtakes him.

"shit, fffuuck honey," his hips jerk up against yours involuntarily, and he continues thrusting for a few more seconds, prolonging both of your orgasms' until overstimulation begins to creep up on you.

"A-aizawa, s'too much!"

"you can take it," he grits his teeth, pressing you down harder against his length. his pace is unrelenting, and your eyes roll back as every nerve in your body seems to light on fire.

"hngh! can't!" you mewl, tears now streaming down your face. Aizawa groans at the sight, his cock still impossibly hard. he can't deny that your tears only turn him on more, and he thrusts into you with a new purpose- he wants to see you sobbing. of course, Aizawa wants nothing more than to comfort you and keep you safe... but your whiny voice and tear stained cheeks make his cock throb.

"aw, don't cry," he murmurs, voice low and husky. "just give me one more, yea? you can do that f'me?"

"o-okay," you mewl, already feeling the coil in your stomach tightening again.

"yea, look at you, s'good f'me, my pretty little darling," he whispers, leaning in to kiss your tear stained cheeks. "you close already?"

"mhm!" you nod frantically, nuzzling into him as he chuckles.

"go on baby, you can cum," he grunts, and you do just that. you fall apart on his cock, mewling and sobbing as pure orgasmic bliss consumes you. Aizawa comes undone at the sight of your pleasure, spurting his release deep inside you. the feeling of him filling you up only turns you on more, and you give a few more exhausted rolls of your hips before collapsing against his chest, purely exhausted.

"are you okay?" he mumbles, voice dry. he gently lifts you up from your position slumped against his chest to slowly pull out of your aching cunt. you whine at the loss, thighs trembling from overstimulation as his fat cock rests against your thighs.

"mhm, jus' tired... do you have any more shit to do?" you grumble, and Aizawa chuckles.

"i think the grading can wait for tomorrow."

you blink, looking up at him with a tired smile.

"so can we go home now?"

"i thought you'd never ask."

GRAHHHHHHHHHH HES SO FINE I NEED TO CHEW ON HIM

[sugawara--san]

the image of two husbands taking their newly adopted daughter shopping for the first time and having to ask their singular female friend to come with because they do not know a single thing about girls

[actuallysaiyan]

A Good Night's Sleep(Aizawa Shota x Fem!Reader)

warnings: somnophilia, pet names, wet dreams, unprotected sex, smut, kissing word count: 1.2k pairings: Aizawa Shota x Fem!Reader summary: Shota is tired, so you two take a nap. you're awoken by your own wet dreams leaving you so needy... a/n: here's my first and CERTAINLY not my last Aizawa smut ;) banners by @adornedwithlight

Finding time to be intimate could be difficult considering the lives you decided to lead. Even for him to admit that he even needed to be intimate could be so challenging at times. You knew that Shota loves you, but the way he liked to show it would make most people wonder if they were even in a relationship.

The man rarely even gave you the time of day whenever you could find a moment alone together. You wondered if sometimes he still liked to act mysterious with you, even if it was just to keep things interesting between the two of you. He must just be trying to keep you guessing.

And considering everything going on lately, you wondered if he was even getting enough sleep. You always worried about that aspect of him. It just was part of you that you could never shake, even if you had known him for so long. 

So the moment you two finally have some time alone, you’re not surprised at all to find that Shota wants to nap. He looks even more tired than you’re used to, so you don’t say no. The look in his eyes is one that seems to be almost pleading with you to get into the bed with him.

With the curtains pulled back, the lights down low and you’re both in bed, it’s the perfect recipe for a good nap. Shota nuzzles his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent greedily. He doesn’t even show you this much affection whenever he’s around you during the day.

He murmurs a soft word of praise and a sweet “mmm…love you.” before you can hear him snoring slightly. You rest against him, closing your eyes and falling asleep.

Your dreams are filled with the most lustful images. The man you’re snuggling with is now on top of you, kissing you, undressing you. His hands can’t move fast enough. His eyes, though tired, are dark and full of desire. He’s lighting this fire deep inside of you.

The more Shota kisses you, the more you find yourself getting aroused. Your thighs are sticky with your slick. His name falls from your lips in soft pants. He’s just about to spread your thighs when you are jolted awake.

The sensation of his hands is still so real on your body. Yet, Shota is sleeping right next to you. Your neediness gets the best of you, so you roll over and you wrap your arm around him to pull him closer. He doesn’t wake up; instead he lets out this soft moan.

Your hand wanders under the blankets, feeling the toned muscles of his body. He grunts softly, but still he lays sleeping. You know that just your touch is enough to make him feel things, but he’s not roused out of his sleep just yet.

Slowly, you push your hand into his baggy sweatpants. The minute you touch the tip, he’s breathing heavily through his nose. You weren’t expecting him to be hard, so you wonder if maybe he’s been having similar dreams as you just had.

You begin to stroke him, using the precum from the tip to lubricate him. Still, he’s sleeping despite all the stimulation. Chuckling to yourself quietly, you lean in to begin pressing kisses to his neck.

Suddenly, you feel him turning to look at you. There’s this dark look in his eyes. He’s not quite fully awake, but he’s conscious now. He looks at you like he’s about to devour you whole.

“Just what do you think you’re doing?” Shota asks.

You stammer, “I-I…was just…”

“You were just what? Touching me? You better finish the job then, trouble.”

Your eyes widen a little. He grips your wrist, making you move it to stroke him once more. The way he’s beginning to buck up into your hand lazily makes the need that started to pool between your legs become even more apparent.

“You wanted to wake me up from my nap, huh? Just for a little attention, isn’t that it?” His questions make your head spin. “I know you’ve been wanting this.”

It’s not long before you find yourself on your back, your legs spread just like in your dream. Shota pulls down your pants, exposing your bare sex to him. There’s a mischievous, almost cheeky, smirk on his face as he slips his cock between your soaked folds.

“You’re such a little problem, you know that? Can’t a man just take a nap without a problematic little girl needing her pussy filled?”

There’s a moment where his eyes are scanning you completely. You always wonder what kind of look he’s giving you. Is he trying to erase your quirk momentarily so you won’t fuss and fight back or is he just assessing how aroused you are?

You let out a strangled moan as he pushes into you. You look down at where you’re connected and your jaw drops a little as you see him completely sheathed inside of you. Then without warning, Aizawa slumps against you.

“Just lemme sleep…” his moans are a little more sleepy now. “Need sleep.”

Despite his pleas for more rest, his hips begin to move. He’s so deep inside of you like this, you can’t help but hold onto him. Your nails dig into the meat of his back as he’s pumping into you over and over. The tip of his cock keeps brushing against that spongy spot inside of you, the one that brings white hot pleasure to your core.

“Are you always this wet when we nap together?” His voice is deep and raspy, his breath hot on your neck. “I bet you are.”

You can’t even think of the words to argue back. Your brain is mush from the slow, painful pace he’s using. The only thing that can come from you are such cute whines. Aizawa has to bite his lip and take a deep breath to prevent himself from spilling inside of you too quickly. He didn’t realize just how pent up he was until just now.

The minute your fingers tangle in his hair and you pull him in for that lazy, sloppy kiss, Shota knows he’s probably done for. He stills himself, allowing himself a moment to rethink everything. Then he smirks as he licks his thumb, bringing it down to your swollen nub.

“Haaaah—Shota, please…”

Your whines are heavenly, but oh so bratty. He thinks to himself that he shouldn’t be enjoying this so much, but the comfort of having your silky walls clenching around him as he lazily pumps into you is the most soothing thing in the world.

“You were asking for this and now you can’t take it?” He questions, a teasing lilt to his voice. “Oh you are trouble, aren’t you?”

He leans in to nip at your bottom lip before kissing you. Every move is almost calculated to tip you over the edge, despite his sleepiness. His eyes may be half-closed, but he’s keeping a very careful watch on you.

You scramble to try and grab onto him as you feel the coil in your stomach about to snap. Aizawa doesn’t let up, instead he keeps such a consistency that drives you crazy. With a shudder, you fall off the edge, pulling him with you.

Warm, thick ropes of cum begin to fill you up. Your arms pull him in even deeper, if possible. Your moans are so sickeningly sweet, Aizawa swears he’s cumming harder than he has in a long time. And then slowly, he’s stopping his pace.

“Now,” he murmurs as he nuzzles against your breasts. “Let me sleep, trouble.”

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[cat-cosplay]

Erase-purr Head

Meow Hero Academia

[blondieeu]

comfort inn. aizawa s.

a/n; early christmas content?!

being in a long term relationship with aizawa shouta and eventually making him a holiday person even though he denies it.

"shouta, you're still the most talented gift wrapper I know," you teased as you peaked under the absurdly large and fully decorated christmas tree that had actually no business in your small apartment.

more specifically, you were peaking at the nicely wrapped and carefully lined up boxes placed under it. on the other side of the christmas tree, were your clearly not so neatly wrapped presents.

as you both laid on the couch, him on the L side of the couch with his arms lazily behind his head, your small tuxedo cat- terra took over the other half of the couch (literally just the arm of the couch) and you, not too far away from him but not touching as you both laid there in one another presence.

he wore a long sleeve black shirt and some pajama pants. his hair was in a nice low sleek bun you did for him while he brushed his teeth. he doesn't ask you to put his hair in a bun for him anymore, you just do it because you know he appreciates it.

shouta narrowed his eyes at you. "someone has to maintain elegance in this chaotic apartment." he mumbled, almost under his breath but he knew you could hear him. the lower half of his face was covered by a fluffy white throw blanket.

"maintaining elegance is crazy work, you know that right?" you chuckled out loud peeling your eyes from the impeccably wrapped presents to your boyfriend, laughing loudly when you made eye contact and he cracked a smirk that quickly went away. "besides, your elegance looks a lot like perfectionism to me shouta."

"same difference." he didn't even move from his position on the couch, arms still behind his head. aizawa had been wrapping gifts like that since your very first christmas together, he wrapped you one on your first date.

your large christmas tree shined brightly from the corner of your living room. many colorful decorations, lights, ornaments and a bunch of other shit could be seen on it. it was so big and extra and unnecessary, especially for your apartment - you loved it so much.

"..are you social distancing now?" you smiled at his subtle request for you to come closer, obliging him as you settled back into the warmth of your couch. you weren't really cuddling, just laying beside one another. you relished in the feeling of the heat radiating off your boyfriend.

eventually, your gaze swept across the small apartment you and shouta made into a home throughout the years of your relationship. currently, it turned into what looked like someones grandma's house over the holidays - specifically yours... and it may or may not have been because you stole a bunch of her stuff years ago and wont give it back.

sparkly christmas lights, and sneaky mistletoes placed above the more frequently used door frames. the smell of baking cookies filled all the unoccupied spaces in your home. 'ridiculous' color changing lights danced around on your ceiling too, something you personally insisted you have in the house this christmas.

"up to eight christmas' man. " you began, affection filling your voice. "i can't believe I ended up turning the king of emo into a christmas pro." you fell into a fit of laughter as you continued to poke fun at him, he kept his eyes glued to the television mounted on the wall. terra yawned and leaped off the couch before disappearing behind the kitchen island.

the pro-hero raised a bushy brow, ignoring the fact that she left. "emo..?" he seemed a little taken aback that someone would tell him that. "im a little quiet, I'll admit." "a little?-" you sat up on your elbow, turning towards him with raised eyebrows.

"I speak when necessary. there's nothing 'emo' about me."

"what about that drawing koda made of you?" you both thought back to a week prior; visiting the wild wild pussycats and finding a crumbled picture of shouta poorly drawn as the grinch, which was ironic because you were only visiting to ask what koda would want this christmas. a snicker was heard from your side of the couch, a side eye was also received directly after.

shouta turned his head at the mention of the piece of paper, trying to hide his faint smile. "koda's artistic skills are.. a little questionable." you laughed again. "and I'm not a 'christmas pro.' I just enjoy.. some aspects of the holiday." "yeah, like what?" you threw a leg over his as you cuddled into him to steal his blanket.

"don't let me find out you really do like our sparkling rainbow ceiling lights shouta!" your long-term boyfriend instinctively put an arm around your shoulder as you laid your head on his chest, then fixing the blanket on top of the both of you. "I tolerate them."

"you're my closet christmas king" he looked down at you with an unexpected chuckle, his breath tickled the bridge of your nose. "don't tell anyone that." you happily held up your pinky, he obliged and curled his with yours as you sealed it with a kiss. "secrets safe with me baby"

blondieeu xx

[katsukidynam1ght]

aizawa: if you’re considering coming out to your adoptive son, go for it. just be aware, he’ll probably judge you.

bakugou: i still don’t get it, honestly.

aizawa: we’re gay, bakugou.

bakugou: i got that part.

yamada: then why are you confused?

bakugou: you’re LOUD. HOW DOES HE PUT UP WITH YOU

yamada:

yamada: well i could ask YOU the same question, asshole

[emrrys]

when your teachers pull out this pose at school picture day

forcing myself to remember how to draw by doing a redraw of one of my favorite pictures

[stingrachelmha]

Someone file a missing person’s report for all might’s waistttt (it’s the total gastrectomy)

[randoimago]

fandom blitzzz🎉🎉

since I’m catching up with the show and it’s in the masterlists, how bout some My Hero? Fat Gum, Aizawa, Amajiki, and Kirishima with an S/O who throws themselves in front of a major hit to save them?

Please and thank you Kat 💛

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Character(s): Fat Gum, Aizawa, Amajiki, and Kirishima

Note(s): I need to catch up with the show, but I also heard things about the ending of the manga that make me go ehh. I still very much love these characters tho and I'm happy to write for them!

Aizawa

Oh, Shota is going to scold you so much later. Yes, he was busy and probably would’ve been hit by the attack but being forced to watch you take it instead really upset him.

Aizawa doesn’t get distracted for long. You took a hit for him, and he’s worried, but there’s still your attacker to deal with. He has to force himself to deal with the situation before he can ensure you’re okay.

When things have calmed, Aizawa is quick to get to the first responders who came to your side. He’s getting the updates and keeping his eyes on you, wanting to hold your hand but not wanting to get in their way. He’ll call in some favors; someone else can take his spot at school while he stays by your side until you recover.

Amajiki

For a split second, Tamaki forgets to breathe. He saw the attack coming at him that he knew he couldn’t avoid and then he saw you push him out of the way. He wants to panic and rush to you, but he also doesn’t want you getting harmed more.

He has to push that panic aside and focus on being a shield for you until help can arrive. When it does, he’s by your side as soon as he can be, guilt in his eyes as he looks at you.

Tamaki is afraid of touching you because he’s scared with how badly you’re hurt, but he does reach out to gently place his hand on yours, pleading quietly that you’re okay.

Fat Gum

Taishiro watches you get hit for him, and his eyes are wide before they narrow and tune in on your attacker. He’s worried for you, but now he’s angry.

He’s running on empty, but he still has the strength to at least hold this guy back until someone else takes you somewhere safe. He’s quick to rush to your side once the villain has been apprehended.

While he knows he should stay out of the way for medics to care for you, he can’t help but take your hand in his. The soft murmur of “it’s going to be okay” exits his lips as he stays close.

Kirishima

Eijiro has to remind himself to focus. Seeing you take the hit makes him instinctively want to go to you and ensure you’re okay, but he also knows he’s not in the situation to do that.

When he is able, he’s quick to rush to your side, already feeling guilt and frustration with himself for not seeing the attack that caused you to get hit for him.

But right now, he’ll be there for you. He’ll put a smile on his face and tell you you’ll be okay. There’s no time for doubting himself when you still need to recover.

[the-chikyuu-times]

[kryptznnn]

♡/♛- It's Been A While

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➸ INTERESTS; -mha!shouta aizawa x quirk-using!freader

➸ BACKGROUND; - after an attack at the high school you studied in, you were requested by your work firm and the firm of that school to work as a teacher there for extra security, incase an attack were to occur again to protect the students (and teachers). Unfortunately, it won't be as easy as you expected when you rekindle with old friends, and a specific someone.

➸ WARNINGS; - wc. 2.1k uu slow burn, second chance, ex-lovers, medication/pill usage, dissociation, anxiety mentions.

➸a.i; - omg new category!! im working a lot guys brace w me!! ill be working on other masterlists and stories and such trustttt, also this is going to be a fanfic!! no more one-shots sorry for the torture

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♡/♛- It's Been A While Masterlist

"Please, there has to be some other way. I'm already busy enough here, this is way out of my league." You complained, tossing your hands up in the air.

"There is no other way" your supervisor responded, you sighed heavily, pinching the bridge of your nose.

"There's no one else available to take on this job?" You asked your boss, who only nodded as he sat at his table with crossed arms.

This was unbelievable, you of all people in this city and they choose you. You're one of the busiest women out there, especially outside of your so called 'once in a blue moon hero duty'. You're part of a government organization for fuck's sake, your entire job is to stay under wraps. You had people who depended on you, a firm to carry on your shoulders as second in command to your chief, just to give it all up to become a teacher back at your high school.

"As of now the school could use all the extended help they can get. You have connections to the school and have learned there before, plus all other heroes with solid quirks that would work in their favor are either already working there or are too busy to be there for hours on end, but you can." He said in a cool tone, handing you all of the paperwork and pointing to the amount of damage and casualties that happened during the accident, you only closed your eyes and shook your head.

"Okay" you said softly, picking up the papers and stacking them in order, placing them in your folder and shoving the folder in your work bag, not wanting to argue. He thanked you for your cooperation and told you you'd start the beginning of next week, Monday. Today was Thursday, giving you a little time to mentally prepare yourself for what was to come.

Of course, as any normal person you were curious, thousands of questions running through your mind which you were sure you'd get answers to during the tour and explanation that was awaiting you over the weekend.

You weren't too concerned about working or teaching students, you'd already knew all about them and had also known you'd cover a chemistry class, you were concerned about using your quirk.

The last time you had used it in the face of danger, things didn't end well for you. It's a great quirk yes, but the aftermath and side effects of it always left a heavy toll on you.

It truly was an accident, well not really. It was ruled out as a case of self-defense and your firm was to cover the damages. You were out with a friend from work until a large commotion was heard outside, where you two had stepped out, ready to leap into action and help whoever was in need.

Apparently, it was a hijack situation on a train in the city, that was now approaching downtown at an insane amount of speed. Your friend had already agreed she'd help escort people out of the way and into safer zones, in case the bus had crashed in the area you and hundreds of other people were in.

You nodded in response, quickly thinking what around you could've been useful to possibly slow it down or bring it to a stop in time to call for reinforcements.

Unfortunately, a child had wandered off into the middle of the road ahead of you without realizing it, and without thinking you ran up, covering her with your body and you held out your hand to shield her, shutting your eyes tightly and using your quirk.

Unintentionally, you had now turned the train into water, wetting you and all other people downtown that were trying to avoid the train crash. Thankfully for you the train was a rather medium sized one, so the water produced from the train by your quirk hadn't caused any damage downtown.

You quickly stood up with the little girl by your side, who quickly ran to accompany her mother once she spotted her in the crowd. You stood there in awe, looking at everyone else and turning back around, seeing the hijackers now sitting on the floor, dripping from head to toe in water.

You were slightly relieved, thankful you hadn't turned them into water. Soon after your friend accompanied you to, tying up the three troublemakers and leaving them off to the side and awaiting law-enforcement to arrive.

Having the powers of matter transmutation meant the world was your canvas, all you had to do was touch it. Creating any matter, you had into something you wanted to, but the only downside being that you weren't able to convert things to people or animals, whether living or not.

You didn't necessarily see it as a bad side, it honestly could be a blessing in disguise, especially since you had such a wild imagination when you were younger.

As you grabbed your belongings from your office and made your way back to your car you began to think about your first day working at the high school.

You loved children, well... most of them. Teenagers now were such pains in the ass, and you've had your fair share with a few, either being rude, weird, or just freaky horn-dogs that obviously weren't loved enough by their parents.

Hopefully things wouldn't go back when you start, and you didn't have to use your quirk as often as all other teachers in the school do.

Unlocking the door to your car you opened it and placed your bag inside as you sat in the driver's seat, starting your car and driving off back to your apartment.

After around 5 to 10 minutes of driving you stop at a red light, resting your head back onto your seat with a sigh, mentally drained for the day. As you waited for the light to change color you felt as if a pair of eyes were on you, before you were able to turn around and see who it was the light had turned green, you only shrugged it off and drove off, keeping your mind on how Monday would be.

Maybe it was the students or the teachers, but an uneasy feeling rested in your stomach, making you feel wheezy. It definitely was the thought of the teachers, more or so your new colleagues.

Well not new colleagues, more like old friends and companions. You knew them all well enough, being classmates and close friends back in high school and distancing after graduation and everyone else focusing on going professional in the hero department.

You had always envisioned yourself as a hero there, waiting to fight side by side with everyone, but towards the end you realized that without having proper control of your quirk you were probably safe enough to not do so. Protecting yourself and everyone else in case of an accident or any immediate dangers.

Guilt slowly began to eat you alive as you arrived in the parking lot of your apartment complex, parking and shutting your car off before taking a deep breath and exhaling sharply.

This was not going to go your way, and you know it.

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It was now Monday morning and honestly, that 3-day weekend wasn't enough to prepare yourself for what was to come. You hadn't gotten any sleep from the night before out of overthinking, and honestly you weren't even tired.

Your brain's constant buildup of stress has been keeping you up for a while and was the right amount of motivation you needed to get this day over with. You had gone to the small training practices and tours of the school over the weekend, seeing new buildings and practice rooms that were extended from when you previously attended.

You had decided to get ready 2 hours in advance, showering and now doing a small amount of skincare before doing your makeup. Even with your quirk and all of the stuff you'd bought for your skin, even the thought of stress makes you begin to breakout, you sighed as a pimple appeared on the upper left corner of your forehead. You only shook your head and began to apply your makeup, finishing a little later than you expected because you couldn't decide if you wanted lashes on or not.

You made the decision to wear them, first impressions are everything. You fixed your hair in a style you liked, deciding to keep it down instead of a ponytail with a side part and gathered your things and looked in the mirror one last time before exiting out the door.

The closer and closer you were getting to the school the more your stomach churned out of anxiety. It could've been anxiety, or maybe the fact you skipped out on breakfast just to be here early, as all teachers must arrive before the students. Whatever it was you didn't like it at all, and you felt your head begin to spin.

"Not again" you whispered to yourself, now opening your glove department looking around for your prescribed medications, pushing past the other 3 you didn't need now until you found one that read 'Valium', opening the capsule and taking a pill, realizing you had nothing to take or drink it down with.

You sighed heavily as you took the bottle with you, grabbing your coat from the back of your driver seat along with your bag and shoving the pills in your coat pocket. Soon locking your car and placing your keys in the bag as well, beginning to walk your way over to the building.

You needed to find something to drink so you could take this pill, before your anxiety gets the best of you and your quirk gets out of hand. You reached for your phone in your pocket and checked the time, barely 7:30, perfect. It's too early for classes to start when everyone gets situated at 8:00-8:10, where could you kill time with a cup of water or anyth-

The teachers' lounge, oh yeah, it's shocking how quickly you forgot about it when you were here not even 48 hours ago. You walked inside taking a left, praying your memory wasn't playing tricks on you as you walked over to the supposed teachers' lounge, hearing small chatter and commotion.

The last thing you wanted to do was draw attention onto yourself, you quickly entered and made your way to the back, walking slowly praying your heeled boots didn't make too loud of a noise.

You quickly spotted a large fancy water dispenser, clasping your hands together as you looked up and mouthing the words 'amen' before grabbing a small white silicon cup and pouring some for yourself.

In one swift movement you dug into your pocket, pulling out your pill bottle and opening it, taking one and placing it on your tongue as you closed the capsule, putting it back in your pocket. Your cup that was now filled with water you chugged down and refilled it to take another to attempt to flood out the aftertaste, until you were stopped.

Before you could lift the cup up to your lips you were immediately lifted into the air from behind, listening to a familiar voice cheer your name. You immediately went into a panic, turning your previous cup of water, now into nothing but sand, pouring over you and the arms around your lower waist.

"Hizashi!!" You shouted, now trying to pry yourself out of his grasp, your feet swinging in the air as he laughed, quickly putting you down. You immediately scoffed and dusted yourself off, rolling your eyes at his comments and horrible jokes, bending down to the small sand pile you created, forming it back into a silicone cup before throwing it away.

"It's good to see you again seriously, I'm surprised you agreed to come here seeing why you left, with your new fancy job and all." He said, placing his hand on your shoulder and pretending to wipe a fake tear, you only shook your head and smiled at him.

He hasn't changed at all since you last saw him nearly a decade ago, it warmed your heart honestly. You only responded in agreement to his saying, hugging him as he did back to you.

He wasted no time in bringing you to the other side of the teachers' lounge, where you reunited with old friends and shared a few laughs and nice memories before you were all abruptly stopped by hearing a loud slam of the door opening.

As luck would have it, you had another cup in your hand that had coffee in it as the incident occurred, but thankfully your medication had kicked in. You panicked as you nearly spilled the coffee onto yourself, taking a sigh of relief as you moved in time, spilling partial of it onto the floor. Smiling to yourself slightly as you felt the dosage of your medication now starting to affect your mind, making you disassociate.

As everyone paid their attention to the door and expressed words with one another you had bent over, using your quirk and making your coffee spill on the floor a small tissue.

You picked it up and turned to throw it away, completely blocking out the sounds of everyone's voices and small laughter as you made your way to the same trashcan as before, bumping into someone.

"I'm sorry" you said, snapping out of your small trance and zoning back into reality, turning your head to the side to see whose shoulder's you had hit, only to lock eyes with them instantly.

"Shota" you said, nearly breathless as if at a loss for words, he looked at you in shock,

No this wasn't shock,

It seemed to be sadness

maybe sorrow?

"Y/n" he replied, quickly looking away from you and walking away, your eyes trailed his figure as he left.

Out of everything that had happened this morning, and the effects of your medication, you completely forgot that your past lover worked here, and you'd be working alongside him.

He only went over to the coffee table, grabbing a cup and exiting the room, you only looked over to Hizashi and Nemuri, nibbling on your bottom lip. They glanced over to one another, then looked back at you, each placing their hand on each of your shoulders as the bell rang for everyone to get to class.

You were right, this wasn't going to go your way, at all.

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