#erasermic fluff

[alienaiver]

wordcount; 483

content; father's day, shinsou x reader but focused on aizawa. mentions of disconnect between reader and their biological parents. gender neutral reader. erasermic family. [fathers day is june 5th in my country]

aizawa stares at his phone, puzzled. the notification is short, concise and straight to the point. its the type of texts he enjoys the most, but this one just confuses him.

"happy fathers day" is all the text reads. theres just one issue though;

you're not his kid.

youre dating his kid and while he doesn't know a lot about child rearing, he knows he doesn't automatically become any kid's father that he meets.

besides, you're in your late 20's. are you sending this message on behalf of shinsou? is shinsou pranking him, messaging him from your phone to mess with him?

"what's up, darling?" yamada asks from the kitchen island where he's preparing the salad for tonight. aizawa doesn't register the question though, frozen in time with his phone held up boomer-style, the screen gone dark after all the time spent staring.

yamada rounds the island to reach his husband by the dinner table, petting the top of his head. aizawa shakes his head with the movement and clears his throat, "ah. a happy fathers day text."

"aw, thats so sweet. from eri? i havent gotten one," yamada replies as he returns to reach for his phone, to see if he also got a greeting.

aizawa clears his throat again, putting his phone down onto the table, saying your name. yamada looks at his husband beaming, "aw, they sent you a fathers day greeting? thats so sweet of them!"

aizawa looks at yamada with a raised eyebrow, "i'm not their dad though."

this makes yamada throw his head back in laughter, hand holding his stomach. aizawa doesn't think he was being funny though. when he notices the confusion in aizawa's features, he wipes a theatrical tear from his eye, "shouta, you've practically adopted them, too. you went to the doctor with them last week."

"so? hitoshi had a shift and they needed the support."

"you have a monthly movie night with them."

"well, eri's part of that, too."

yamada shakes his head and gives him The Look; a look that signifies that he needs to pay attention.

"look, you're there for them when their own parents aren't. that's a good thing, y'know."

aizawa looks away, a small pout on his features. yamada raises an eyebrow, "are you somehow unhappy about this?"

there's silence for a while, and then aizawa sniffles and wipes his nose while looking away. yamada's heart melts as he observes him, "'m not."

after a moment aizawa exhales sharply, "...i'm happy, it's just.. overwhelming. they're not a former student, they're someone who met me as an adult. they had no ties to me personally, they... chose me."

yamada giggles and returns to aizawa's side, wrapping his arms around him from behind, kissing his cheek, "i'm happy for you, too. they really need a father figure and you ARE amazing."

aizawa smiles softly, leaning into yamada's embrace, "i'm glad they think so, too."

[aceswritingcorner]

Drabble Shot 1- “Really wish you were here-“

Words: 333 {EraserMic} Support Me on Ko-fi

Hizashi both loved and hated being a hero with his husband.

No matter what he would love being able to help and save people, to bring a smile to his listener’s faces when they recognize him out in public. But what he wouldn’t do for a night off with Shouta.

It had only been a few nights when his phone rang, gartering Shouta’s attention just as they were getting ready for bed after a day of teaching their students before break. Hizashi knew how exhausted Sho was but they were heroes, you never knew who would be on the other side of the phone. Hizashi wished Shouta never picked up his phone that night.

A sigh left his mouth as soon as he muted the mic to his radio station, letting the music flow through the system as he loaded another song into the playlist. It was supposed to be their anniversary tonight and neither of them were home where they should be. Cuddled on the couch with Ghost and Mochi trying to steal attention from either of them, a random movie on the television as they just relaxed for a while.

“Really wish you were here.” The words leaving Hizashi with a quiet sigh as he reached for the now-cold mug of coffee that was nearby, his hair wasn’t styled in its usual way, just tied away from his face as he pushed the bridge of his glasses back up his nose. “Happy anniversary, Sho.”

“Am I too late?”

Shouta’s voice came from the door as he leaned against the side of it, goggles tiredly pulled down and around his neck as he held a bouquet of wooden, painted, roses. He knew how Hizashi hated throwing away old deadened flowers when they lost their colors.

Hizashi spun around in his chair quickly, his eyes immediately locking onto his husbands as he jumped out from his chair, latching his arms around Shouta tightly as he buried his face against his husband’s uniform. “Never—“

[set-forth-a-dream]

A Cat & Glasses (An EraserMic One Shot)

((Aizawa isn't a UA teacher yet. Mic is a teacher and on his own. but the two have some unspoken thing going on. IDK I was doing dishes and had a scene pop into my head and then I had work to do that I didn't want to do so instead of doing it I wrote this! ENJOY!!))

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Shota wakes up to the sound of meowing that's growing increasingly urgent. It had been a long night and he had no intention of waking up at 8 o clock on the dot. However, that's exactly what the red numbers on the clock read in his still-dark room. Luckily he kept his room- or rather the whole apartment in a minimalistic style. Meaning, aside from the meowing cat's toys strung about here and there sometimes, he knew precisely where everything of his was because he had very little to own in the first place.

He got up from his futon keeping the blankets turned down letting the bed await his return. Walking across the floor with his eyes closed he made it to the cat's food cabinet and took up a can of her food. But something wasn't right. He dragged his heavy eyelids open to look down by his feet and then around the rest of the floor. Sushi, his little orange cat hadn't been begging at his ankles like she usually did when she woke him up for breakfast. Instead, she was waiting at the front door. He called her name while tapping on the can. She kept her spot at the door and just looked back at him.

Shota decided to be as persistent as her silent request to go outside. He found her treats, in her favorite chicken and liver flavor with the crunchy outside and soft insides. He looked at her waiting for her reaction as he gave the box a shake. Sushi's tail flicked side to side and her eyes widened while one of her ears twitched to acknowledge the sound of her treats letting out a loud 'meow!' but she insisted there was business at the door. He let out a sigh placing the treats back. Nothing was out there, he was sure of it. She's just being weird and he'd rather be back asleep. But as he walked away her urgent meows wouldn't stop. Fine, he'll check it out! He spun on his heels stomping up to the door and gently moved the cat away as he cracked it open just enough to squint in the morning's sunrise. Aside from the stinging sunlight, there was nothing outside that should have the cat so upset.

"There's nothing out here." He assured her. But before he could close the door she hopped over his foot he used to attempt to keep her from escaping and darted down the two flights of stairs of the apartment. "Sushi!? Hey! HEY SUSHI! Nooo!!" Shota tried not to yell at the cat running down the sidewalk now and away from him, not wanting to attract any attention from his neighbors. He smacked the door closed behind him as he ran out after his cat. Just what had gotten into her this morning!? The only outside she seemed to enjoy was the small outside balcony to the apartment. The fact he was barefoot and in his light pink boxers and black tanktop as he ran down the sidewalk hadn't crossed his mind while his crazy orange cat flew across the street and made a getaway while climbing up a tree.

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The shower knobs made a squeak as the water turned off a voice reverberating through the acoustics of the bathroom. Hizashai had been awake since midnight. His late-night radio hosting kept him awake from the crack of dawn till just after his lessons at UA. Luckily he could get to his teaching job a little after 10 in the morning. In the meantime, he made sure he'd look fresh and his best for the day! He twisted a purple towel over his long golden wet hair and another towel to dry the rest of himself off. He'd just wiggled on his underwear when he heard a meow coming from a window in his bedroom. Hizashi's large green eyes drifted up to see a familiar orange cat peeking at the glass. A smile slid across his face as he walked across the floor and popped open the window to let the cat in.

"Hey Sushi, long time no see." He pet down her back as she arched to his touch. "How's Sho? Taking care of him for me?" She purred licking the water he missed from his ankles before rubbing herself against him. "Wait, how in the world did you get your funky little but over here?" He asked as she began to leap onto his dresser. "You'll get cat hair on my stuff you orange furball. Where's your daddy?" Hizashi followed her to make sure she wouldn't knock over his expensive decorations. She looked back at him, her pale daisy-colored eyes had a mischievous glint and it seemed her whiskers indicated a smile. He squinted his eyes at her watching closely, "What do you think you're doing?" Her answer came as a trill from her throat before she found his red-framed glasses; the ones he wore when out of uniform, and darted back for the window escaping outside.

"Huh!?" He tried grabbing for her as she escaped but she'd just lept out of his reach. "Sushi! Give those back! You don't even need glasses!" He called to her from the window. "Sushi, drop it!" But she carefully made her way out of the tree and back to the ground. Hizashi let out a frustrated groan while pulling on a fancy black and red robe and his house slippers as he jogged down the stairs and to his front door where he caught the cat almost waiting for him to show. "I don't have time for this!" He told her sternly, "I have work in two hours!" She just twitched her tail and waited. He pouted letting the mustache not yet tamed in place tickle his nose to his protruding lips. He took one step out of the door and her tail began to flick more. One more step and she bound down the sidewalk one more. "Unbelievable." He grumbled tying his robe tightly as he marched down the street, "Robbed! By a cat! Sushi!!! Get back here!! Oh, you just wait till Shota finds out about this!"

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Shota franticly looked around for the cat. After following her in the trees he'd lost track of the little orange ninja. But he wasn't in unfamiliar territory. His high school friend lived around here. Maybe Hizashi had become more than just a friend after his graduation. He didn't know what exactly they'd become, they never said anything. Things just happened. They were always together, they leaned on each other. Then one of them leaned too close and Shota forgot which of them exactly made the first move but they had lived together for a while. They woke up together and had breakfast and coffee. They went to work and would come home to each other. They slept together and did it all over again the next day. Then as slowly and as carefully but just as suddenly as it happened they were just friends again. Distant support. Idol texting here and there. Hizashi left him in his empty apartment and started his own life. Or that's what Shota assumed. And he was okay with that. Whatever they had didn't turn sour or ugly. And it was a cherished time he looked back on fondly.

Speaking of Hizashi, he thought he heard his voice calling Sushi's name. He looked down from the branch he'd stopped on to survey his surroundings. Sure enough, the orange cat was running in his direction, and Hizashi in a fancy black and red robe with a purple towel still twirled around his head chasing after her. Shota dropped to his feet crunching on some acorns that littered the floor below. His nerves screamed at him something equivalent to stepping on legos. But even off balance and holding back from swearing his pain away he snatched Sushi up. He must have scared her because she answered with a quick "Reeerr!" But he started Hizashi even more. His hair was blown back by his scream. His ears were ringing but it had been nothing detrimental to his actual hearing.

"You scared me!" Hizashi dropped his defensive fists and clutched his chest. "What're you doing dropping out of trees like that?!"

"Following my cat," Shota answered holding Sushi up in his arms that had seemed to accept her capture. "What are you doing out here dressed like-" His eyes looked the tall blonde up and down, "that?" Hizashi looked down at himself and back at Shota in his boxers, barefoot, and in a black tank top.

"Chasing your cat who stole my glasses." He answered. Shota looked down seeing the red frames still clutched in the small jaws of the cat as she purred in his arms.

"Oh." He coaxed her to let go of them and handed them over. "Sorry about that. I don't know what came over her this morning." He watched as Sushi's eyes dilated into big sparkling pools of black when she saw Hizashi get closer to take back his glasses. "I... think she misses you."

"Aw" Hizashi cooed scrubbing the lenses to his glasses before slipping them on his face, "Just the cat misses me huh?"

Shota looked up seeing the chartreuse eyes behind a clear window framed by red wire forgetting just how pretty and rare of a sight that was for anyone. It was once something he saw every day. "What do you mean 'just the cat'?" He narrowed his eyes only to get a smile and shrug from Hizashi brushing it off like he hadn't said a word. He motioned for him to follow him.

"Come on man, you're in your boxers. Let me lend you some clothes and feed you." He began walking back to his house while Shota hesitantly followed after him holding the mischievous cat in his arms. Hizashi's house was spacious. And it had so much... stuff. Mostly music and nostalgic memorabilia, with expensive-looking abstract art on the walls framed by different color LED light strips. Every room looked like a furniture showroom and he noticed soundproofing on the walls. It was so 'him'. Full of color, life, ideas, and personality. He wasn't afraid to have things, and get attached to excess items that had no logical reason to have aside from taking up space. And with the extra soundproofing on the walls, he didn't have to worry about being too loud when he sang random songs while cleaning, cooking, showering, and getting ready for work. Shota began to believe Hizashi left because he was being held back from being his full person while he stayed in a mostly empty, small, apartment with him. They were just too different to be together. At least like they were before.

Sushi chowed down on some canned shredded chicken while Hizashi made a quick breakfast of eggs, toast, and bacon for himself and Shota. They talked about their work; Hizashi tried to convince him to be a teacher at UA with Kayama. Shota's late-night hero patrolling was enough to make the rent, sustain his jelly pack diet, and keep Sushi fed. Any extra money he made went into savings and some charity associations. Hizashi sounded like a mother, the way he doted on the kids he taught English to. Shota couldn't imagine himself as a teacher. Or going back to UA. Even though he heard the repeated words 'You're great with kids!' from everyone. One of the last things Shirakumo told him. Returning to UA would just open a barely closed wound, if not poke at a still tender bruise.

"Well, I gotta go!" Hizashi traded the red frames for his yellow shades. His hair was swooped back in one tall spike like a cockatoo bird and his leather jacket zipped up to his chunky directional speaker. "Stay as long as ya want. Food is in the fridge if you get hungry, no scary movies by yourself, and don't answer the door to strangers!" He teased taking up some jingling keys. Shota rolled his eyes as he watched the front door close. Only after Hizashi left did he weight in his chest with all the questions he wanted to ask him. But who knows how that could turn out. Maybe they'd end up fighting, or he'd say something that hurt him. Hizashi seemed happy enough and if he was happy with the way things were there was no reason to change things. He decided it was the least he could do for his friend that stayed with him after everything that happened. He ended up falling asleep on the plush couch in the living room with Sushi curled up and purring on his chest.

The End.

[olichat-reads]

my fucking hEART-

Banana Pudding and Other Words of Love

It’s late when Hizashi gets in. The rattle of his keys as they drop to the table is the only sound besides his footsteps, and the apartment is dark and still. “Shouta?” He calls out softly, not wanting to disturb him if he’s asleep. Shouta’s shoes are by the door, as is his binding cloth. He’s definitely home. But a quick glance finds the couch empty, and their bed still made-up and undisturbed. 

There’s just one place left to check. Hizashi slides open the closet door, and there’s Shouta, wrapped tight in his sleeping bag and dead to the world. “Found you,” Hizashi whispers fondly, crouching down beside him. He should have expected this; Shouta had been coughing earlier, and squinting at the lights like he was battling a headache, and he hides away like a cat when he’s ill. The closet is his favorite spot, dark and closed-off from the world. 

“Oh Shouta, look at you,” Hizashi sighs, brushing the sweat-damp hair out of Shouta’s eyes. 

“Where’s Hizashi?” Shouta mutters, turning away from the touch and pressing his face into the fabric of his sleeping bag.

“Right here,” he replies, amused. The first time he’d seen Shouta like this, he’d panicked and rushed him to the emergency room. But now he knows it’s just how Shouta is when he’s feverish, that the world looks vague and dreamlike to him, and it will pass. 

“I miss him.” He curls in on himself, shivering as Hizashi unzips the sleeping bag. It’s a little heartbreaking, and for a moment Hizashi is tempted just to wrap him back up and let him be. But he’ll be more comfortable in the bed, with a pillow and real blankets and Hizashi to take care of him.

“You do, huh?” Hizashi slides one arm beneath Shouta’s knees, and the other around his shoulders, then lifts him gently, pulling him close so he can lean his head against Hizashi’s chest. 

Shouta hums contentedly. He may not know exactly what’s going on right now, but some part of him recognizes that he’s with Hizashi, that he’s safe. “Too quiet without him.” 

Hizashi maneuvers him to the bed, as steadily as he can. Shouta’s not a small man, however he looks in his baggy jumpsuit, but it’s not far, and Hizashi gets them there with a minimum of jostling. Pulling the covers back is tricky, he should have done that first, but he he manages it, and soon enough Shouta is between the sheets. “You like the quiet though,” he says, half-expecting Shouta to have forgotten what he was talking about. 

“He sings sometimes.” Shouta wraps his arms around a pillow, pulling it against himself. The cool fabric probably feels good on his over-warm skin. “When he’s happy. I like it.”

It’s nothing Hizashi didn’t know already; Shouta’s not as subtle as he thinks, but the words still put a smile on his face. “He’s probably happy a lot when you’re around.”

Shouta beckons him closer, looking up to meet his eyes, and for a moment Hizashi thinks he’s come out of his daze. He leans down, close enough for Shouta to whisper. “You want to know a secret?” 

“Absolutely I do,” Hizashi says, without a shred of guilt, knowing Shouta would do the same in an instant if their positions were reversed. 

The ghost of a smirk crosses Shouta’s face. It makes Hizashi want to press a kiss against his smug mouth, but he restrains himself. He’d rather hear what Shouta’s going to confess. “Hizashi always wants banana pudding when he has a bad day. That’s why I buy it, even though it’s terrible. He likes it better when he thinks he’s stealing it from me.”

“How sneaky,” Hizashi says steadily. The urge to climb into the bed with Shouta and pull him into his arms is almost overwhelming. Later, he promises himself. First Shouta needs medicine, and maybe soup, if Hizashi can coax him into eating.

“Listen,” Shouta sits up a bit, reaches out to press a hand on either side of Hizashi’s face, like he might have any intention of looking away. He sounds serious. “Listen, I have to tell you…” He pauses, glancing around the room like he’s lost his train of thought. But then he rallies, his eyes meet Hizashi’s again. “Banana pudding is so fucking bad.” Vital information imparted, Shouta collapses against the pillows. Then, so quiet Hizashi almost can’t hear him, he murmurs, “I’ll buy him as much as he wants, though.”

“I won’t tell,” Hizashi promises, pulling the blankets up around Shouta’s shoulders. Unable to help himself, he presses a lingering kiss to his temple. It’s hard to pull away.

He expects Shouta to drift off then, to doze for a few minutes while Hizashi gets together the things he needs to take care of him. But Shouta’s eyes stay stubbornly open. “Do you think he knows?”

“About the pudding?” Hizashi asks, uncertain.

“How much I-” Shouta stops, unable or unwilling to finish the sentence. Instead he closes his eyes, scowling like he’s frustrated. Hizashi gently strokes the crease between his brows until he relaxes, his expression smoothing into something more peaceful. “I don’t like that I can never say it,” Shouta murmurs, eyes still closed.

“It’s okay,” Hizashi whispers, resting his hand against Shouta’s cheek. Shouta sighs and leans into the touch, and it’s everything, everything. “Don’t worry. He knows.”

[missmetus]

Soft erasermic , commissioned by @atereal

[luxthestrange]

BNHA Incorrect quotes#36 Mini-Y/n

At The Aizawa Household

Secretary Y/n*Standing in awe at what you created*...Breathtaking...I shall call her~

Aizawa*Next to Hizashi drinking from his kitty mug coffee*...

Hizashi*Hands on his cheeks unable to contain his cuteness overload*aaaaaAAAH!~

Secretary Y/n:...Mini-Me!~

DRAMATIC MUSIC

Eri*Dressed in a mini-version of your regular outfit and doing a pose*!!!~

Part 10:

[mamoru-chiba-ua]

[neriuml]

A domestic collection of erasermic family :

-Eri drawing while telling how was her day ti shinsou

- Movie night

-The kids waking their old parents from their nap

[serxinns]

Really liked the last ask! Liked it so much I wanted a second serving. So please, can I have the water nymph anti-hero deal with a romantic Yandere class-1A? Same song and dance will do, just with a pinch of Yandere EraserMic fam. Please and thank you 💙

You ask I deliver!!!

Part 1 is here!

Aizawa Knows something weird was up with his class there's no doubt about it always following around you, having picky arguments about who knows you better, and trying to ask you about your life, it was to the point he had to glare at them to make you back off a bit from you but even after that they'll still surround you and try and win for your affection

Hizaahi, on the other hand, was a bit Jealous and angry that his child guest was being coddled by His Husband's Students he saw the way Izuku would ask you about your information to draw it down in his little notebook,

How Ochako would stare at you like you were more important than the lesson, Bakugo complained because you didn't eat lunch with him, and the other extras he even saw Jirou glaring from a distance when you were talking with Momo and saw Momo smirking from that

You on the other didn't give a shit but at times their antics by doing little petty things to try and get your attention even when you were busy like when Mina interrupted your conversation with Shinso cause she wanted to invite you to a night out and when you asked if shins could join she made a weird face at him and immediately said girls are only allowed while she walked away Hitoshi grumbled something under his breath,

Sato pulling you away from your video game making you try out his sweets to make sure to give him a good ratingDenki and Sero trying to flirt and tease you while you stare at them unamused, Aoyama forcing you to eat some sort of cheese even tho you didn't like cheese that much, and you could've sworn seeing dark shadow peaking through the door?

They would always throw at each other whenever you were on the topic bragging about who knew you better, who they spent more time with, and who was your "best friend" to the point it was a blood bath and war

One day Mr. Aizawa had a very special announcement "Class we are going to go on a field trip today" Everybody in your class cheered Cleary was excited to go on this trip while you weren't paying attention as you were sneaking and playing on your phone "but you gotta pick a partner with you" as soon as you heard the word partner the world became slow and the realization hit as you saw your classmates eyes on you as if they were about to pounce on you

When you were about to say a word every single one of your classmates started banging on your desk begging you and demanding you be their partner

"y/n can I be your partner!?"

"No y/n wants to be my partner! *kero*"

"No y/ns too manly she can be mines"

"Fuck off shark week shes my parther"

"No Mines cmon y/n please!"

"No ochako its my turn"

"Y/n you can be my parther cutie 😏"

"FUCK OFF MINETA"

Everyone started arguing and causing a riot even Iida and Momo couldn't stop it cause they were also arguing with each other

That's when Aizawa banged a Ruler hard on the desk grabbing everyone's attention "Since you brats can't handle finding who will be your partner I will be choosing and y/n will be partnering with Hitoshi" everyone tried to protest saying it wasn't fair but Aizawa threatened them with detention so they kept their mouth shuts still seething with rage at one another secretly blaming each other

as you thank the God's that Mr shouta saved your ass

[kayentokk]

Hey :) How are you doing?

Okay so, i wanted to request a platonic father Aizawa in which he is out patroling and he finds his teen daughter doing something ilegal with her friends or something like that.

Please and thankss :)

A/N; I’m okay thanks for asking! Love this idea, I’ve gotten many requests somewhat related to this lately actually! I’ll be posting those throughout the week. Also sorry it’s taken me a while to get to this! 🥲 I truly believe Aizawa is a girl dad and a softie parent. 

Pairing; Platonic!Father Aizawa x Fem!Daughter Reader

Contains; a little ooc Aizawa, fluff, soft, drug mentions, reader is about 16-17 like mha characters, quirk-less reader, death mentions, bad friends, comfort

wc; 1,763

You weren’t supposed to get caught. In fact, you didn’t even think you would. It wasn’t a big deal anyways, you only did it because you thought it’d be a way to relax with your friends. Plus, if you guys did get caught your backup plan was your father. It wasn’t like he was going to detain you…right?

Wrong.

You were very wrong to believe that your father wouldn’t take you into custody over a little weed with your friends. You just wanted to have fun! Besides, you didn’t want to be the ‘perfect heroes daughter’ who’s a buzzkill. Why couldn’t he understand that? 

There was just so much pressure that came with being the child to a hero. Your friends already joked about how you were too ‘good’ to do anything remotely illegal. Which is part of the reason you were in this situation in the first place. 

Of course he just happened to be patrolling around the alley you and your friends decided to get a little high in. That was just your luck, he didn’t seem mad though. So you thought he’d just tell you guys not to do it anymore, and move on. Nope. Leave it to Aizawa to want to teach you a ‘lesson’ all of a sudden. He was normally just a “don’t do it again,” kind of parent. Mostly because you had never done anything of this caliber before.

“Did you really have to bring me in?”

Silence.

“I mean come on, none of the other heroes care. They’re too busy thinking about protecting the city, shouldn’t you be too? Nobody cares about a couple of kids getting a little buzzed, besides everyone does it nowadays-“

“That doesn’t make it okay y/n.”

You’ve rarely seen him like this, so tense. He didn’t look angry, but you couldn’t shake the feeling you got that he was. It was almost….scary. 

So you resigned to a simple, “Okay, I’m sorry.” Were you really sorry though? Not that much, you still didn’t see the big deal. 

He let out a low grunt, “This is serious y/n, I know you think I’m making a big deal out of nothing,” well he said it first, “but you could’ve been seriously hurt.”

“Hurt? From getting a little high?”

“Criminals lace that stuff all the time, whether it’s with poison, more drugs, or whatever else they decide-“

“Yeah sure, but we got it from a trusted source-“

“And who’s that?” He said crossing his arms. 

Oops.

You decided it’d be best not to respond right now. Especially since the source wasn’t technically trusted, just another kid who got it from someone else. Who probably got it from someone else too.

Sensing your apprehension he decide to drop it, “we’ll revisit that later,” he said waving a dismissive hand. “I’ll drop you off at home, you’re grounded.” 

You internally groaned at that, grounded? That’s a new one, you were starting to really regret your decision. You should have just told your friends no, even if it meant being the ‘buzzkill.’ Then you remembered, your friends-

“What about my friends?”

“We’re working on calling their parents to come pick them up soon.”

“No!-“ you said sharply, “I-I mean, can’t you just let them off? Or something?”

“You know that’s not how this works, they are already getting off with a minor offense. The worst they’re going to get is their parents’ scolding.”

“Dad! You don’t understand-“

“I understand perfectly fine, a bunch of young kids wanted to ‘have fun’ and thought this was the best way to do it.”

Okay maybe he did understand, but not your side. He didn’t get that now you’d officially be the outcast, the top 10 ranked hero’s daughter who gets everyone in trouble. Does he get how embarrassing that is? 

“Come on, let’s get going.”

You stood from the chair leaving the comfort of being shielded, by the small desk separator, from your friends’ piercing gazes. They thought your dad would let you all off too considering the chaos the city’s currently in. 

You nervously waved and mouthed a quick ‘sorry’ to them before rushing out the door trying to follow closely behind Aizawa. 

You guys didn’t speak the whole way home, you opted for silence mostly because it wasn’t that big of a deal and he just didn’t know what to say. You had never done anything like that before, or had he just never caught you? When did that start?

He remembered when you were little and you’d give your vegetables to stray animals so you didn’t have to eat them, or when you tried to sneak out at night and he caught you. But those were all pretty minor things, and he was only always concerned with your safety.

You’d never done anything this bad, and in terms of the worst thing you could do of course this wasn’t horrible but he still didn’t get why. It couldn’t have just been for fun.

He entered the house after unlocking the door and opening it for you. Before you could make it to your room, where you’d probably go to sulk, he decided he’d ask.

“Why did you want to do that y/n?”

You stopped and turned around to face him. He was standing in front of the door, and now that you actually took in his appearance he looked tired. His dark circles more prominent, eyes a light pink most likely from his quirk, and his black pants had small patches of dust that had been hastily patted off on them. 

You replied after a moment, briefly forgetting his question, “For fu-“

“And don’t just say for fun, because I know you and there are plenty of other things you would do for fun.”

You huffed resigning to just come out with it, “it was a bet.”

“A bet?”

“My friends bet me that I wouldn’t get high with them since I’m a hero’s daughter.”

“And you decided to take them up on that?”

“Yes, I know it was stupid okay?”

“I know you know, you’re smarter than that. So why’d you say yes?”

Why’d he have to be so persistent? “Maybe because I thought I’d finally get some friends.”

“What do you mean y/n? You do have friends.”

“No, I don’t. Momo, Tsu, and Uraraka only hang out with me out of pity, since you’re their teacher, if they even have time-“

“Pity? Y/n no they don’t, there’s nothing pitiful about you at all-“

You scoffed, “don’t lie. I get you’re my dad and all but be honest with yourself, truly honest.”

“I am being honest. I’d never lie-“

Guess you’d just have to spell it out for him then. “The only daughter you had killed your wife, was born quirk-less, and there’s nothing special about her!” You were shocked at the admission of your own feelings but kept going, “I don’t have a talent, I’m not exceptionally smart, I’m not breathtakingly pretty, and I can’t even make friends!” You listed raising a finger for each reason, “Now tell me what about that is not pitiful?”

After that question there was silence, and Aizawa was just looking at you. You hadn’t even noticed you were crying until the first tear slid down your nose crease and hit the corner of your lip. Before touching could even wipe your tear or register the sound of footsteps approaching you, you were being hugged. Fully covered by his arms, your head grazing the bottom of his chin where stubble had began to grow, face buried partially into his scarf. 

You heard high pitched wailing, which you hadn’t even registered was you until his hand began to rub up and down your back with quiet ‘shh’s to try calming you.  

“Don’t cry, it’s okay. It’s not your fault, none of it okay?” He began whispering in your ear.

“Your mom and I both knew the challenges she’d have if she gave birth to you. We were well aware, and she wanted to have you. She didn’t care if she’d die in the process, you are our child.”

He continued comforting you, and when you eventually calmed down he let go and gently pulled your face out of his chest so you could look him in his tired, red eyes. “I love you so much, and I’m sorry if I don’t tell you that enough okay? It’s my fault I’m sorry. You are the best thing that’s ever happened to me, and you’re perfect. I mean that, I’d never lie. You don’t need a quirk, to be super smart, or have a special talent. You’re perfect to me, okay? And that’s all that matters. You’re important to me,” he said firmly. 

“Okay?”

You sniffled, reaching a hand to wipe your nose, “okay.”

“Hey,” he said turning your face back to his, “I really mean it, I’d be no where without you. And how could you say you’re not beautiful? I know I’m not the best looking hero, but haven’t you seen the pictures of your mom? You take after her, gorgeous. Nothing I’d ever change about you, I don’t regret anything.”

“Okay,” you said slightly unused to him saying these things, “I’ve never heard you say something so corny dad,” you said chuckling trying to lighten the mood. 

At that, he gave a small grin which faded when he remembered your earlier point, “And Ochaco, Tsuyu, and Yaoyorozu do like being your friend. Not just because I’m their teacher, trust me I’m more of a supervisor if anything. I let them figure most stuff out on their own. They wanted to meet and hang out with you. I don’t think you give yourself enough credit, you make friends just fine.” 

“I know, I know, it was just heat of the moment stuff dad.”

He let out a sigh of relief, hugged you once more, and pressed a kiss to the top of your forehead.

“I still have about another hour of night patrol, but I’ll stay here if you want me to?”

“No dad, it’s fine go.”

He looked at you once more as if saying, ‘are you sure?’ 

“Yes I’m sure I’m fine, it’s only an hour anyways.”

“Okay, call me if you need anything, I’ll be back soon,” he said headed towards the door.

“Okay,” you said starting to walk to your room. 

But just before he shut the door you dashed for it and started, “Hey! does this mean-“

“No you’re still grounded,” he said. 

And with that the door shut.

@/cafekitsune for the divider!

[alienaiver]

its very fun at the family gathering! i just cant stop imagining yamada household holding such a gathering and erasermic family joining.

shinsou and you has recently gotten serious-serious so you're officially invited to join the weekend. youre overwhelmed so you plan to hang back with aizawa, who you assume will be uncomfortable in a corner as well. except,

hes been going to these since his own UA days, the yamadas practically adopting aizawa already back then, so hes in comfortable and smiling conversations with everyone. shinsou's with the nephews and nieces, telling hero stories.

eri's the one who ends up introducing you proudly to everyone, shinsou too embarrassed to be so bold. she takes your hand and asks if you need help greeting everyone. when she squeezes it and says shes been there, too, aizawa almost chokes out a sob behind you.

youre surprised by how well you fit in at the end of the weekend.

[kywaslost]

Hiya! I read your platonic shinsou fanfic and I was wondering if you could write a fanfic where y/n (fem please) is a pre-teen and gets adopted into the erasermic family but she has a fear of men, and she struggles to do things because she's worried she would look bad/they might do something. Thank you if you do xxx

You’re Safe Here - Shinsou Hitoshi

A/N: Now that I’ve written this entire thing, I’ve realized my dyslexic self read your request as mainly Shinsou. I feel stupid. I’m so sorry lol. If you’d like me to rewrite this I will. I was going to but I really like how this turned out. Please forgive me <3 I also used the prompts below that I found because I thought they’d fit the request.

Prompt/s Used: Lighting whumpee’s favorite candles, or listening to their favorite music, to tell whumpee that the space is theirs and that it will always be safe. / You don’t have to tell me. But if you do decide you want to. I’ll be here. / You don’t feel safe here, do you? 

After being tossed between foster homes for so long, you should be ecstatic to finally be adopted, right? Except you weren’t. You were petrified, to be honest. Usually, you’d meet your supposed new adoptive family and spend time with them while papers and forms were filed and signed, or at least that’s what you’d heard from other foster children throughout the years. But for some reason you were told to back your bags one day to meet your new family. And to top it all off, you were being adopted into a house consisting of only men.

It was a childish fear, to be afraid of almost every male on the planet, but it’s not like you can help it. Men from your past weren’t kind to you, resulting in an aversion to guys of almost every age. You avoided them when you could, fearing they would criticize you, or worse, use you. Being a young female in today’s society isn’t always easy, and you thought it would be safer to just avoid men as best you could.

You met your new fathers first. They were the ones to pick you up from the park where they agreed to meet you with your social worker. They seemed nice enough, but you couldn’t help but hide behind your social worker as they approached you.

“Excuse her,” your social worker smiled. “She’s a bit weary around men.”

“That’s alright!” The one with blonde hair smiled widely. “We understand!” The man was practically vibrating with excitement. So much so the man behind him had to place a hand on his shoulder. “Calm down, Hizashi. You are going to overwhelm her.”

You shot the black haired one a grateful look, thankful for his calmness. You were overwhelmed with anxiety and fear, and you couldn’t help but fear the blonde.

“I’m Shouta. Shouta Aizawa,” the second man said, crouching down a few feet in front of you.

“And I’m Hizashi Yamada!” The blonde smiled brightly, standing beside Aizawa.

Shouta slowly extended a hand out towards you, offering a small smile. “I understand that this is very overwhelming for you. A lot of new changes and new scenery, and I understand you are a bit afraid. How you feel is valid, I promise you. We will be here every step of the way to help you through it.”

You looked between the two men, then to your social worker. She just smiled and nodded encouragingly. Taking a deep breath, you slowly reached out and took Aizawa’s hand. That’s when your social worker patted your shoulder, then voiced that she’d be taking her leave now that you were in the hands of your new caretakers. Your breathing hitched as you watched her leave, panic slowly taking over your body. You jerked your hand back from Aizawa, pulling it to your chest without any thought, too caught up in trying to suppress an oncoming anxiety attack. 

“That’s alright, you don’t have to touch me yet. That’s ok, take your time,” Aizawa said calmly. Both him and Hizashi started to notice your growing panic, glancing quickly at each other before Aizawa stood. 

“Hey, why don’t we sit, yeah?” Hizashi offered, worry clear in his eyes. You nodded sharply, slowly following Hizashi over to a bench. He let you sit down before asking, “Can I sit over here?” He motioned to the other end of the bench and you nodded. You pulled your knees up to your chest, closing your eyes to concentrate on your breathing. 

Eventually you evened out your breathing and calmed your nerves ever so slightly. Uncurling yourself, you stood as you took in one last deep breath. Aizawa was sitting in front of you again, watching you closely. So was Hizashi.

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled. “I’m ok now.” 

The two men also stood. “Don’t apologize,” Aizawa said softly. “Take as much time as you need. We can sit here longer if you’d like?” You shook your head.

“You’re sure?” Hizashi asked and you nodded in response.

“Let’s get you home then.” 

You followed them to their car, freezing as Hizashi opened the door for you. You began to shake slightly again. Getting into the car encloses you with two men whom you barely knew. Needless to say, you were uncomfortable.

“Would you feel more comfortable if we walked?” Aizawa offered from the driver’s side of the car. “We aren’t too terribly far, it shouldn’t take too long. Would you feel safer if we walked?”

After thinking about it, you mumbled a quiet, “Can we?”

Hizashi responded, “Of course!” He turned to his husband. “I can come get the car later after patrol.”

You met their son later that night once dinner was served. It took a while to get used to the thought that you had a family now, and you spent several hours on the couch in the living room trying to grasp the fact that you were now living with three men. It calms your nerves to know that Aizawa and Hizashi were pro-heros, and their son was a hero-in-training, but that didn’t mean you were still on edge. You knew very little about your new family, and until then you would hypothetically sleep with one eye open.

Shinsou seemed nice enough, and he even watched whatever you wanted while your new fathers got ready for patrol. You assured them that you would be alright staying behind with Shinsou, and they apologized profusely for not being able to get out of work for the night. 

Once they had left, it was just you and Shinsou sitting in the living room. You were curled up on one end of the couch, and he was at the other end, giving you your space. You couldn’t help but watch him out of the corner of your eye, afraid he may make a move when you weren’t looking. The purple-haired boy noticed your staring, then turned his gaze from the tv to you.

“You don’t feel safe here, do you?” He asked. His question caught you off guard, and you didn’t answer. “Dad and Pa told me that you may be on edge for a while, that you had an aversion to males. I can only assume it has to do with childhood trauma? You don’t have to tell me. But if you do decide you want to. I’ll be here. I’m a good listener, and I don’t know, I always find it easier to talk to people closer to my age. And if there’s anything I can do to help this transition be smoother for you, please tell me.”

Tears brimmed your eyes as you looked away, nodding. “I think I’m going to go take a shower,” you said as you stood, hugging yourself tightly.

Shinsou nodded, eyes softening. “Ok. Do you remember where the bathroom is?” He helped you find everything you needed, even offering you a pair of his sweatpants and an old shirt to change into.

You took your time in the shower, even taking a moment to sit and cry. It had been a long and tiring day. You were so excited to have a permanent home, but still nervous given the situation. Once you had composed yourself, you stepped out of the shower and got dressed.

The house was silent as you stepped out of the bathroom, just as it was before. You could hear the TV in the living room where you assumed Shinsou still sat on the couch. Except when you entered the hallway, you could hear music coming from further down the hall. You made your way to your new room, not thinking much of it. Shinsou’s room was across the hall, so it could have been him.

You pushed your door open, standing still in the doorway when you took in the room. Your stuff was still sitting on the end of your bed, except now there was a lit candle on your night stand. And the music was coming from your room. A laptop sat open on the small desk in your room, spotify open and playing your favorite music artist. 

“I hope you don’t mind,” Hitoshi said behind you. You turned around to see him standing in the hallway. “Dad and Pa had a list of things you like, so I looked at it.” He smiled softly, putting his hands in his pockets. “I-I wanted you to know that this is your space. You’re safe here. So,” he chuckled, “the candle is, uh, it’s (fav. scent). And I made that playlist while you were in the shower.”

Your eyes welled with tears again. You couldn’t believe how thoughtful Hitoshi was.

“I’m adopted, too, and it was difficult for me at first. And dad did something similar for me. It helped me so I thought it’d help you.”

Shinsou froze as you dove into him, hugging him tightly. He snapped out of it quickly, though, and hugged you back just as tight.

“Thank you,” you cried into his shirt. “Thank you, Hitoshi.”

He smiled, so proud of you hugging him despite your fear. “Of course. Anything for my new sister.”

[carefreecoffee]

ੈ✩‧₊˚Surprise!: Aizawa Shouta!ੈ✩‧₊˚

A drabble for one of my favourite characters to exist <3 (And relatable at that)

The common rooms were decorated in streamers and decorations of all sorts. The students gathered in the dark area, waiting to strike, suddenly footsteps arrived through the doors that had led into the common room and everyone bounced up with a shout.

“Happy birthday Aizawa-Sensei!!”

The brooding man was taken aback by the large display of noise and affection, looking around at all of 1-A. He furrowed his brows before looking around, “How did you know it was my birthday…?” 

Everyone looks at him sheepishly,

“Mic-Sensei told us..” 

Aizawa groaned, “Of course he did. Oh well..” Mina handed him a party hat which he begrudgingly hesitated to wear. 

Mostly everyone was ecstatic that their stoic and brash teacher had given in to their shenanigans for once, talking and laughing as they brought out the cake that Sato had prepared.

Everyone gathered around, Todoroki lighting the cake with his flames as they sung their rendition of ‘Happy Birthday’.

Aizawa couldn't help the smirk making its way to his lips as they finished. He blew out the candles, cheers erupting around him thereafter.

Another year of aging came with another year of looking after these kids, and maybe, just maybe that wouldn't be too bad after all…

I sketched this picture myself in short notice!! Dont mind the crappy quality haha <33

[olichat-reads]

agh i love them so much 😩💛

Stuck In Reverse

Hizashi hangs up his phone, letting it drop from his hand to the couch beside him, and can only watch in helpless horror as it bounces off the cushion and lands screen-down on the wooden floor, the perfect end to a shitty day. He’d overslept, still exhausted from working too far into the night before, and even skipping breakfast hadn’t been able to make up the time, so he’d arrived just late enough for his morning patrol to look unprofessional. After that, his bad luck followed him to the radio station, where he’d flubbed a live segment so badly his producer had called him at home just to ream him out.

And it wasn’t fair. He’d worked hard on that segment, had prepped for days to get ready, but once he started making mistakes his nerves had gotten the best of him, thickening his tongue and making his words rough and clumsy. He’d looked like a fool, and is lucky he still has a job in radio at all. And tomorrow he’ll have to face everyone, and do all of it over again. The thought is exhausting.

He pulls his legs up onto the couch beside him, curling up as tight possible and pressing a fist against his forehead. There’s a familiar heat growing behind his eyes, and a soft hiccup in his throat that swells into a low sob. And once it starts, there’s no holding it back, the tears well and fall, too many to wipe away with his sleeve, and it’s all he can do to keep his cries from turning into wails. 

And worse than the rest of it put together, worst of all, when he blinks a fresh wave of tears out of his eyes, Shouta is standing across the living room, staring at him in horror.

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[needa-sum-luvn]

what the actual freak guys 😭

why are there no erasermic x reader fics that aren't yan! or nasty ⁉️

I just want some wholesome angst/fluff 🙏 if anybody knows some good erasermic x reader fics that aren't freaky like that, pls tell me bc I can't find any 😭🫶

[nykie-love-anime]

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