#featuring Aizawa as a stressed teacher

[bnha-more-like-bnh-gay]

Izuku having a day off, just to relax and class was not informed. Entire class freaks out thinking izuku went on another vigilante arc and run around like like headless chickens looking for him.

Izuku was found at an animal shelter were he was petting a therapy kitten

Izuku now is required to have a tracker at all times.

SORRY I TOOK FOREVER TO REPLY

But bestie, you are so correct 😭😭😭

Izuku is convinced by his mother and/or all might to take a day off

He doesn’t think much about having to tell anyone where he’s going or what he’s doing, but he wants to take a walk!

Well, tragedy strikes when someone asks if he wants to train or study with them. He’s Not In His Room.

He isn’t in his room????

Why isn’t Midoriya problem child izuku not in his room or anywhere to be found on campus right after a vigilante stunt?

Things devolve from there.

No notes this time, but is that a good or bad sign? Who’s to say?

Aizawa is so tired. He is loath to admit that he cares for his problem child, but he is still his to protect and where the fuck did that little shit run off to now?

Why can’t this small child with a literal hero complex just talk to him for once in his all too young life?

All might, despite being one of the ones to encourage izuku to take a day off, is very much freaking out

Where is his boy?

Where is he???

Class A is. So stressed. Aizawa doesn’t want them to help search for him, because he tries to remind them that it could just be nothing, maybe he went home to see his mother! That sounds like him!

But after a call to Inko, he is even more tired. Midoriya is not there. Inko is now worried as well.

He tells the class not to go searching for him, but nobody listens.

I like to think that inko is the most calm in this situation. She’s like, oh, he’s probably just going for a run or walking around! Yeah, he likes to be outside! He’s such an energetic kid! I’m so proud of him! And class A and the teachers are just in shambles

Eventually, they pass an inconspicuous little pet store on their search for the green bean

Someone sees a fluffy green head of hair and all but sprints into the shop with little explanation other than, “THERE!”

Izuku is none the wiser about the hectic day his friends and mentors have been having.

He had turned his phone off :(

He didn’t want to frighten the kittens if he got a call :(

They’re so soft, guys and they just want love and affection :(

Aizawa stalks up to the store in all his angsty ways like the grim reaper and tells izuku that UA is going to implement a system where leaving the campus requires a staff member to be told beforehand and to accompany the student. No exceptions.

It’s a shame no one had talked to nezu really. He had been watching the whole time. Ah, love and learn. Maybe next time

I love this prompt so much, dude 😭😭 thank you so much! I hope you enjoyed!!!!! Have a good and safe day/night/evening/etc!!!!

[heterochromatica]

@erxsxre​ asked:  

sit .  gesture  for  my  muse  to  sit  down .

Mismatched eyes follow that gesture, not quite sure at first if he should go along with it but ends up deciding to sit down indeed, right in front of their homeroom teacher. 

Aizawa-sensei always looks serious or bored or something in between so Shoto is not initially worried or stressed out by that. Not like his own features were more expressive...

They regularly have conversations with their teachers about things teachers want to talk about. School things. He doesn’t know what else to call it. So, what is this about?

“Yes?” 

[valleyrunearchives]

Binary

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences Fandom: Boku No Hero Academia/My Hero Academia Pairings: Aizawa Shouta/Yamada Hizashi Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence

Chapter 33/?

“Binary code is a series of zeroes and ones strung together in a specific sequence. On paper, it’s useless. Annoying. Worthless. But put that same string of zeroes and ones into a computer, and suddenly it’s a language far more complex than the human mind can comprehend. I was the same way. The world decided I wasn’t good enough in the physical plane, so I went digital. That’s why I chose the name Binary. And you should be very,” He smirks at the underground hero on the screen, “Very afraid of the reach I have here. Aizawa Shouta.”

Or

Midoriya Izuku is tired of the world treating him like nothing. So he decides to becoming a hacker to show the world that nothing can be anything.

Featuring Midoriya Izuku as the Genius Hacker Aizawa Shouta as the problem child wrangler Yamada Hizashi as the moral support to his husband Tsukauchi Naomasa as the man who needs a long vacation PLEASE Shinsou Hitoshi as the intentionally adopted one Toga Himiko as the unintentionally adopted one Dabi as the really didn’t want to be adopted one but he guesses this is his life now and Nedzu as the Rat God of UA

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Hizashi quietly grades some of his first year English assessments while keeping an eye on his husband. His darling husband in question lays flat with his feet in his lap, Noodle laying on his chest, and staring at the ceiling with a sort of blank look on his face. He knew that a lot had happened today after the whole mess of the… “Battle Trials” All Might had created. He had heard a little bit about it from Shouta but not an extensive amount since the stress that just speaking about it caused was radiating off of him. They opted to talk about it deeper later and just enjoy each other’s company for now. Still Hizashi can’t help but worry about him. 

He hasn’t seen him like this in quite some time. The last time was when he was on a case about a kidnapped child who he felt like he was failing for not being able to find them immediately. The child was eventually found but Shouta never stopped beating himself up until they were back with their parents. That’s the kind of person Shouta was. Determined, honest, but so damn hard on himself. He knows that regardless of what happened today, Shouta was still blaming himself.

The ringing of a cell phone pulls both their attention to it. He sends a questioning look to Shouta, asking without asking if he was supposed to be getting a call tonight. Shouta shakes his head and picks up the phone. His brow furrows which tells Hizashi that it’s not a number he recognizes. He answers it and puts it on speaker immediately so Hizashi can hear the call as well, “Hello?”

“Oh! Eraserhead! I’m glad you answered! I was afraid you wouldn’t when you didn’t recognize the number!” They both freeze at the distorted voice that comes from the speaker, “Or I guess I should call you Aizawa-san since you’re off duty right now, shouldn’t I?”

“Binary?” Shouta asks even though he doesn’t need to.

“The one and only! I thought I’d give you a call to see how you were holding up after your whole… All Might debacle today.”

“So it was you who sent the video to all the teachers.” 

“Correct again!” The reply seems cheerful but Hizashi knows what a voice sounds like when it’s portraying a different emotion than the one being felt. He does it all the time when he’s hosting on rough nights. He’s picking that up here now even with the autotune distortion that Binary uses.

“How did you even know about the… All Might Debacle?” Shouta asks next.

“Kept an eye on the proceedings of that awful excuse of a heroics class. I have a bit of an investment in the heroics course of this year.”

“Midoriya,” Shouta guesses. Whether he’s guessing Binary’s identity as Midoriya or that Binary’s investment is Midoriya, Hizashi isn’t sure. 

“Midoriya? Which one is that one?” Hizashi ticks another instance of Binary lying about his emotions again. “I mean there were six kids injured and the only one I really recognize by appearance is Todoroki and I mean c’mon, why wouldn’t I be able to recognize the number two’s youngest kid?”

Shouta gives him a glance to which he responds with just a nod. He’s picked it up. He hears it. Shouta sighs heavily and just responds back with, “Right.”

It’s quiet for a moment before Binary chuckles a bit, “Not very talkative tonight I see. Don’t blame you after everything that happened today. I’ll go bother someone else. I just wanted to check and see how you and Mic-san were doing. I know I’m on speaker by the way. Hi, Mic!” 

“Heya Listener!” Hizashi makes sure his voice gives away nothing before giving his husband a confused gesture with wide eyes. Shouta shakes his head rapidly with just as confused an expression. 

“Anywho, I’ll be off then. I’m sure I’ll be hacking into your comm tomorrow evening, Aizawa-san, but try to get some rest tonight. Enjoy your night off if that’s not too hard a concept for you! See you!” 

The call disconnects immediately after. They both listen to the disconnection tone before Hizashi motions to the phone; A silent sign of “call the number back Shou.” Shouta nods and immediately calls the number back. It doesn’t even ring once before an automated tone comes through, “The number you have dialed has been disconnected or recently changed. Please check the number and try again.”

Shouta hangs it up. Hizashi presses his face into his hand. If this is Midoriya, how is he able to do this? With so much ease on top of that! They also confirmed that they sent the video to the teachers during the time when Midoriya would’ve been unconscious. Yet Hizashi knows he heard those voice discrepancies and Shouta did too. Was it a misdirect somehow? How did he send the video then? Ugh, this is giving him a headache. 

Shouta’s phone ringing again adds a bit to it. 

His face whips around to check the number with Shouta. Nedzu. Shit. Hizashi leans back against the couch as Shouta answers it on speakerphone again with a, “What do you want, Rat?”

“Apologies if I’m interrupting anything on your night off, Shouta-kun!” Hizashi snickers a bit at Nedzu’s complete disregard for Shouta’s ribbing. His husband just rolls his eyes. “I had a few things to discuss with you, both about the Binary situation and the Bakugou-Midoriya issue.” 

Shouta waves his free hand a bit, “I just heard from Binary so start with the Bakugou and Midoriya thing. I just want a bit of a break before we get into that.”

“Oh. Interesting. Yes, we’ll definitely come back to that. Anyway! Midoriya. I wanted to ask because I conveniently forgot-”

“Doubtful,” Shouta interjects. 

“Shush, Shouta-kun, I’m talking right now. I conveniently forgot to ask what caused Midoriya to advocate for his attacker. It just doesn’t make sense. His family were so against it from what you told me originally. Not to mention that Bakugou himself acknowledged that he was the aggressor. Why would he advocate for him? Surely it’s not his victim’s trauma causing it? Making him believe that it was all deserved to him or some such?”

“I don’t think so. If that was the case, I would think that Midoriya would’ve advocated for him to get no consequences at all. Instead, Midoriya just asked that we not expel him. Any other punishment was applicable just not expulsion. And he made it sound like it was more for the protection of the general public instead of protection for himself, Bakugou, or Bakugou’s family.”

Nedzu hums at that. Hizashi notices the look on Shouta’s face and squints at him, chiming out, “There’s something else, isn’t there?” 

Shouta sighs but doesn’t argue, “I think so. But I don’t know what that is. I need to talk to Midoriya again about it. I think he’s hiding something else about this situation, specifically about his interaction with Bakugou, and I just need to confirm that before I make any kind of assumption about it.”  

“Please do, then! And bring your new findings to me as well!” Hizashi hears clicking sounds on Nedzu’s end which he supposes is the principal’s computer, “Onto the Binary business!” 

Shouta groans but sits up and rolls his neck around, “Alright, hit me with it.”

“So the video! It didn’t come from any of the same sources that Binary has used before!” 

Hizashi and Shouta both blink at that before Shouta says, “Come again?”

“The IP tracing I did of the video! It didn’t come from the same trace path as where Binary usually sends his correspondences from! Still haven’t figured out where that actual path leads but it’s different!” Nedzu is way too happy about this. 

“So what you’re saying is that we were wrong about Binary being Midoriya? It was actually that Catra person that Midoriya was talking to during the entrance exams?” Shouta asks.

“Oh but that’s the thing!” The giggle the Stoat lets out immediately has him and Shouta on edge, “I have reason to believe that Catra is not a person!” 

“... I say once more, come again?” Shouta musters to get out.

“Yeah, man, you’re not making much sense now! You’re saying that Catra isn’t real?!” Hizashi asks, slightly hysteric. 

“Oh! No! Catra most certainly is real, they’re just not a person!”

He and Shouta exchange wide-eyed looks before turning back to the phone without responding; Mouths open in shock. Nedzu doesn’t do anything to acknowledge their shock but clearly registers it. “You see, when I was doing the IP tracing to try and find its source - again - I noticed that there was something odd about it. Something… artificial!” A giggle slips out of the Stoat, “At first I thought Binary was attempting to throw me off even further but even then the artificial quality didn’t match with Binary’s usual redirects! So I compared it to all the other instances where Binary has had contact with us, and it matches up with a few of those but not all and it always matches up with those instances perfectly! Which made me dig a bit deeper into it!”

“Can we pick up the pace just a bit here?” Shouta asks, sitting on the edge of his seat. 

“You are so impatient, Shouta-kun! But yes, I suppose I can do that. The reason why those instances seem artificial is because where they came from is completely artificial! It’s a code that created a code!” 

“So… What? Catra is nothing but a computer program? Is that what you’re saying?” Hizashi tries to get clarification. 

“Yes and no! Yes in that Catra is a computer program but no in that I believe it’s so much more than that! I have reason to believe that Catra is an artificial intelligence that Binary, who is possibly Midoriya, created!” Nedzu cackles at that. 

The sound that escapes Hizashi can’t be described completely. Something akin to shock, disbelief, and maybe even some fear. A child? Creating an AI that can write its own code? Unheard of! “But… But he was talking to it! I know he was!” Hizashi argues weakly. 

“Exactly! Which means the AI is somewhat sentient in some way or ways! If I’m correct, which I’m fairly certain I am, Catra is a masterpiece of coding! Able to rewrite itself as well as influence certain things in Binary’s life through its self-grown sentiment and, even possibly, emotions! If Midoriya is Binary, I have to know how he made it!” Something starts rattling on the other end of the line. Nedzu’s excitement over this is reaching the over the top limit. 

“Right. Um. So where do we go from here with that info?” Shouta asks somewhat meekly.

Nedzu’s tongue clicks before he breathlessly says, “I don’t know. Not yet anyway! I’m going to do a bit more digging of my own and then I’ll let you know! I just couldn’t contain my excitement over my discovery about it! A sentient AI, Shouta-kun!” 

“Uh huh,” Shouta agrees.

“Sentient. AI!” An excited squeak leaves Nedzu, “Anywho that’s all I have. Good evening you two! Ta!”

The disconnect tone resounds once again throughout the room. Shouta sets his phone down onto the coffee table with a bit of a clatter. Hizashi lets himself deflate back onto the couch again, “This has been the weirdest night in a while…”

“Yep,” Shouta agrees, elbows resting on his knees and face in his hands. 

They’re silent for a moment before Hizashi stands up suddenly to stalk towards the kitchen, “That’s it! Fuck my diet. I need to stress eat. I want Chinese, do you want some Chinese? I’m getting Chinese.”  “Yes please. As many greasy carbs as you can possibly get,” Shouta agrees before scooping Noodle back up into his arms. Hizashi sees him bring their furry son up to his face before his husband screams a bit into the fur of the ginger cat. Noodle meows in confusion while Hizashi goes to grab their takeout menu for the Chinese shop a few blocks over that delivers this late. He wants - no, needs Egg Foo Young and some Chow Mein at the very least after the insanity that has come to light from those phone calls!

[espressokiri]

Can I request Aizawa with a popular hero s/o? Class 1-A loves them and goes crazy when they find out he’s married to their idol.

Aizawa x GN!reader

In which reader is Aizawa's married partner and is popular with crowds and loved by class 1-A.

Warnings: None

Genre: Fluff

Note: (H/n) = Hero name

Being a man who savoured his alone time, mostly spending it catching up with sleep due to his hectic scheduling of night patrol and teaching students, he was surprised to have fallen for a colleague who fell into the spotlight and enamoured everyone they came in contact with. They were the prime example of ‘opposites attract’ and it was oddly endearing. 

Y/n always emitted a comforting energy around them, their soft and nurturing nature drawing admirers and fans, hence shooting their rank in the Heroes poll right under the popular winged hero. Despite their popularity due to their personality, their strong ability to maneuver their quirk and quick thinking under stressful situations had gained them respect with both civilians and heroes.

Because of the awareness that Aizawa does not enjoy the spotlight, Y/n had always arrived to their shared home in secrecy to avoid paparazzi and crazed fans from finding out their humble abode, a comfortable one bedroom modern apartment that was perfect for the pair of them. Their odd schedules seemed to clash but the couple always made it work, sometimes sacrificing each other’s sleep to be able to spend time with the other -usually Y/n as they know Aizawa lacks enough sleep already.

“Sweetheart, it’s time for you to wake up.” Y/n whispers softly, leaning over Aizawa and tracing their forefinger around his facial features, easing him awake. A groan rumbles in the man’s throat before he slowly opens his eyes, a soft smile taking over as he’s met with the worried gaze of his partner. “Good morning.” Aizawa’s voice rasps out, throat dry from just waking up.

“Morning, my love.”

Aizawa takes their hand that was on his face and places it on his lips, giving it a peck before letting go.

“Breakfast is ready.” Y/n informs before trudging out of the room, leaving a sighing Aizawa as he dreaded dealing with a bunch of chaotic teenagers. 

When Aizawa came out freshened up and dressed in his hero uniform, he was met with Y/n leaning on the kitchen counter in their pyjamas, sipping on coffee in their favourite mug and focussing on their phone. Y/n had a late start in the morning for their shift in the agency, so they tried making the most of their morning.

Aizawa walked towards them, placing both hands on the counter, confining them in between his arms. Y/n raised an eyebrow at his approach, placing their phone away and looking at him while having the rim of the mug on their lips as they took a sip. “Need anything?” A smirk played on their lips as Aizawa scoffed at their question, swiftly swooping down and placing a kiss on their lips. 

Y/n placed their mug on the counter, besotted in the affection their partner was showcasing. Aizawa brought his hands to their hips and helped them up onto the counter, slotting himself in between them with both hands on their thighs. Y/n ran their hand through his hair as they gazed at each other with deep longing and understanding. “You don’t have much time.” Y/n murmured, leaning their head onto his shoulder, placing a soft kiss on his neck, making goosebumps arise on the touched skin.

“I know, I’m enjoying while I can.” Aizawa sighed, grabbing the mug Y/n had placed aside and taking a sip from it. Y/n let out a sound of disapproval, “you have your own coffee right there!” They pointed at the steaming mug placed on the kitchen table.

“Just giving yours a try.” He shrugged, a smile on his lips as he grabbed his mug and leaned back against the counter in between Y/n’s legs. Y/n ran their fingers through his hair, untangling the knots he seemed to not have brushed out. “I have patrol till six today, I won’t be home when you come back from work.” Y/n spoke.

Aizawa had his eyes closed as he savoured the warm beverage and the calm feeling of his partner working on his hair. “That’s alright, be sure to eat dinner early. Stay safe.” Aizawa was upset that they didn’t even get weekends to spend together to do normal couple things, it was a rare occurrence for both their schedules to align.

When Aizawa did enter his homeroom classroom, facing the rowdy students of class 1-A, he stumbled upon a conversation between Mineta and Kaminari, “(H/n) is so cool! I can’t believe they aren’t higher up in the hero rankings, they have an amazing record of defeating villains!” Kaminari gushed. 

“Forget that! Do you see how sexy they look? With that sweet nature of theirs, I’m sure they must be so submiss-” Bindings wrapped around the short grape boy as Aizawa held a menacing glare, the class hushing with the sudden change in mood.

“It would do you good not to speak of my partner in such a vulgar manner.”

A beat of silence was held before the class erupted in excitement and confusion, “partner?!”

Ashido raised her hand up high and wiggled it around before Aizawa sighed and beckoned her to speak, “sensei! Are romantically involved with (H/n)?!” 

There he’s done it, Aizawa was aware of his class idolizing Y/n and now he’s gotten his privacy breached. “Yes, we are married.”

Ensue more shock and raised hands.

After a gruelling day of being interrogated by his students and teaching, Aizawa made his way home before he would start his nightly patrol. Shoving the keys in the lock, he opened the door and let himself inside, upset that he would be home alone for the remainder of his time.

“Ah, shit!”

Aizawa froze as he heard the sound coming from the bathroom, eyes glancing towards the clock in the kitchen. Y/n wasn’t supposed to be home yet. He rushed his way into the bathroom to come across Y/n with a gash on the side of their head which they were tending to.

“What happened?!”

Y/n jumped at the sudden loud noise, turning around and finding their husband with a worried gaze settled onto their wound. “Nothing serious, I got caught off guard because of that stupid birdbrain of a hero.” Y/n waved it off, scoffing when they mentioned Hawks. Aizawa held their face in between his hands as he inspected the wound, it wasn’t deep but it would need to be cared for.

As Aizawa cleaned the blood around the wound and disinfected it, he brought up the incident today. “My class also really wants to meet you.” 

Y/n was aware of how much Aizawa adored his class, despite not wording it and pretending they were a lot of work. “I’d love to meet them too! I’m free tomorrow if you’d like.” Y/n offered. Aizawa swallowed nervously, “tomorrow sounds good.” Y/n had never visited U.A. while Aizawa was working, and he was nervous about the whole ordeal. 

To say he was nervous was an understatement, Aizawa kept glancing at the classroom door as he was teaching, wondering when they’d come in and how things would go. It wasn’t like him to be nervous but perhaps he wanted to show Y/n how well he could handle kids like they could.

As he monitored the class doing their worksheets, the door slid open revealing Y/n holding a small bento in their hands. “It’s (H/n)!” The class were bouncing with excitement and squeals could be heard. Y/n gave a friendly wave to the class as they made their way to Aizawa, giving him a kiss on the cheek, riling the students up more, before placing the bento box on his desk.

“Hello class 1-A! It’s great to finally meet you!” Y/n gave their brightest smile as they were excited to meet Aizawa’s ‘problem children’. They seemed to be a lively bunch with unique appearances, it was very endearing to see teenagers with bright smiles and a strong heart. 

“How’d you meet Aizawa sensei, (H/n)?” Ashido had questioned, buzzing with excitement as she gazed over what the hero was wearing. “You guys can call me Y/n.” Y/n winked, “also we met back in high school, but we were acquaintances until he started working with an underground agency and I gained the courage to ask him out.” 

“If Aizawa sensei can get someone like Y/n, then there’s still hope for us!” Kaminari wailed, a glare pointed at him by his teacher.

Y/n snickered, “despite his rugged appearance, he’s quite the charmer.” They praised, causing the girls in the class to swoon at the sweet words. 

“So Shota, are you going to show me how strong your class really is?”

Ground Beta never seemed to get awfully torn down when Y/n was in U.A., but it seems that Aizawa’s class held destructive and strong quirks that left their mouth wide open at the power a bunch of teenagers held. Especially the three Aizawa had mentioned once or twice in passing; Todoroki Shoto, Bakugou Katsuki, and Midoriya Izuku.

“Here dear, let’s get you hydrated.” Y/n handed Uraraka a bottle of water as the girl looked nauseas from the overuse of her quirk. “T-thank you!” Uraraka bowed timidly before shakily grabbing the bottle, Y/n just gave her a gentle smile and ruffled her hair, “you were so cool Uraraka, and your hero suit is adorable.” A fiery blush erupted on the girl’s face at the compliment and affectionate touch.

“What do you think of my quirk?!” An overexcited Kaminari ran over to the two, seeing his idol praise Uraraka had him craving for approval from the hero. “It’s very powerful, Kaminari! You’re doing great with the limited usage as well to not overwhelm yourself!” Y/n pinched his cheek, a slight static grazing the pads of their fingers as the blonde was jittering with joy. 

“Stop hogging her Denki!” Jirou had shoved the blonde away, “Jirou! I’m so excited to be seeing more of your quirk in use! I love how calm you are while IN action!” 

“Y/n! Can we train together?”

“Yeah! I wanna see what it’s like fighting a real pro!”

Y/n grinned at their enthusiasm and agreed, all of class A seemed to have brightened up and tried their best to show off to their idol.

Aizawa was watching from a distance, a soft smile on his lips as he watched his partner interact with his students. They were always good with kids, especially teenagers, as they claimed all the kids ever want is someone to listen to them and understand their thought process. Maybe he would bring Y/n along often to training during their off days. 

[fischltao]

Pillowtalk

characters: shouta aizawa x fem!reader

warnings: fluff, reader gets a bit jealous/possessive, mentions of sex, spoilers for bnha season 1-2, teacher!pro-hero!reader, cigarettes after sex songs

notes: this is a small drabble i wrote now that i've finished my exams and work for the day, enjoy♡

the soft breeze caressed his skin as he watched the cityscapes from his slightly opened window sill. besides him laid a soft figure, illuminated by the moon glow that seeped through the curtains. he sighed looking back at her sleeping soundly as a light smile graced her features-probably an indication of her having a good dream.

aizawa wouldn't have it any other way. moments between the pair were rare, especially after the new school year had started, bringing more and more stress to the pair of pro-heroes. sure they'd both see each other in the class they were co-teaching every day but since their relationship was private and pda in front students was off limits they couldn't help but crave those quiet moments when it's just them two, alone.

"baby? did something happen? why are you awake?"

"just couldn't sleep" he whispered back, laying down and pullying her on his chest, mindlessly tracing figures on the exposed skin of her arm "why did you wake up?"

"didn't feel you next to me" her voice was raspy indicating the deep sleep she was in a couple of moments ago and hinting at their actions of love earlier in the evening. he smiled at the thought and kissed her forehead before nuzzling into it "i'm so glad we're okay. the children too. when i saw izuku-kun with both his arms broken and found out that bakugo-kun had been abducted i just felt so...useless. i am a pro-hero supposed to teach kids to become even better heroes than us but i couldn't even protect them. we couldn't even save bakugo by ourselves, the kids had too, made me consider giving up, y'know?"

"not our fault. you were helping so much, if it wasn't for you those kids in the forest would die, you even captured one of the league of villains and-"

"and that wasn't enough shouta. having to face their parents made it even worse, we failed them" in all honesty she was right, the hero system was fucked up and she never hesitated to talk about it openly, no matter how much trouble it would get her into. she was just stubborn like that "but i also can't seem to trust anyone else to take care of them but us. so thats why im not giving up. they rely on us and they're such good kids. if they got another teacher, they wouldn't know them like we do. i also might have a soft spot for them...do you think so too?"

"you know, i really can't think of anyone else who could take better care of bakugo than you. back in our ua days, you were just like him when you got angry" he spoke as she hit his chest lightly with a sleepy smirk on her face "do you remember when you got angry after mrs joke asked you if she could have me? we weren't even dating then. midnight says that you were losing your mind since you didn't know if you were more mad at her for 'stealing me away' or at the fact that you didn't know how to word that she couldn't have me without admitting your crush. you were fuming"

"it was so embarrassing, im so glad i don't act like that anymore...poor emi" she sighed looking back up at her boyfriend "sho?"

"hm?"

"i can't stand the thought of you with anyone else, okay? never did" she spoke as she moved in a sitting position before pulling herself on aizawa's lap "i-i dont want anyone to have you other than me" she exclaimed looking straight into her lover's eyes while pinning him on the bed.

"i know baby, i know" he whispered their lips met halfway in a searing hot kiss "i would never leave you for nothing on earth" another hot kiss "never"

"sorry i got carried away" she shy'ed away as he looked at her amused. it was something about those moments with her that made him absolutely weak "i know you wouldn't do this to me, i trust you, shouta" and with that she was back with laying onto him while he caressed her back.

"i wish we could stay like this forever" he begun as he stared up to the ceiling "you know just staying here in bed together as your spotify keeps playing cigarettes after sex's songs and we just talk about nothing"

she hummed getting lost in the way his voice tickles her ears and eases her mind. "and when you go away i still see you"

"i didn't know you knew the lyrics sho"

"its a beautiful song, it reminds me of you" after that the couple had stopped talking to listen to the rest of the track. it truly was beautiful. in her mind it aizawa looked like how every single cas song would sound. He gave her warmth, comfort, love and lust. only he knew her body and her the depths of her soul like that.

only him.

only him

aizawa shouta.

"shouta-kun?"

"yes?"

"make love to me"

[uwuwriting]

A little early for that w/ Todoroki, Shinsou and Bakugou

Request: hii can i req a hc of todo, shinsou, and bakugou seeing y/n taking care of eri then they’ll be like “i want a baby with you” :D - anonymous

Don’t get me started on the latest BNHA chapter. I just don’t want to talk about it. I’ll try to make a double upload today so maybe expect a song fic after this one Love ya.💖💖💖

masterlist II rules

warnings: fluff

Todoroki Shoto 

-It was during Eri’s visit during christmas that it hit Todo. 

-You were dressed in a Santa costume just like everyone else with Eri gripping your hand as you took her around the room explaining all about Christmas celebrations. 

-It was a very mundane moment if you think about it. 

-You were being kind and caring to a child who had suffered immensely at the hands of Overhaul and you wanted to show her what the holiday was all about. 

-Now that he thinks of it, it shouldn’t have struck him like it did. 

-His chest became warm and fuzzy, his cheeks heating up a bit as he stared at you and Eri. 

-Then you kneeled down and brought Eri into a hug, raising her into the air so she could place an ornament on the class’s tree and it was game over for him. 

-He prides himself in being a rather collected person but at that moment he lost all sense of control over his emotions. 

-His mouth hung open and his chest started to squeeze, knocking the breath out of him. 

-He couldn’t help the thoughts of the both of  you owning a house somewhere not very far from Tokyo, waking up to you every morning , making breakfast with you and enjoying all the moments you shared. 

-Then other images flooded his mind. 

-Sitting in the living room as you steadied your toddler, a perfect mix of the two of you, helping them waddle towards him. 

-Him helping them place the ornament at the very top of your Christmas tree every time you decorated.

-He could see your smile so vividly he almost thought it was real. 

-It was a ridiculous thought for a 16 year old to have and he knew it but in that moment he let himself imagine it. 

-Before he knew it you were standing next to him, Eri running off to Aizawa excited to share what she just learned about christmas,  arms crossed over your chest as you let out a happy sigh. 

- “My santa work is done for the day.”

- “You would make a great mom” 

- *pikachu meme*

-He sensed your confusion *and so did your dead ancestors*

- “I want to be next to you when that happens.” 

-Girl you got whiplash from this whole conversation. 

-You couldn’t decide if you were soft and giddy since he basically said that he wants to start a family with you or if you were terrified because he said he wants to start A FAMILY WITH YOU WHEN YOU’RE BARELY 16. 

-In his defense he didn’t say he wanted to start now. 

-So you kinda calmed down. 

- “I-um thank you Sho. I think you would make a great father too.”

-Blushy blushy baby after that one. 

-Some denial sprinkled on top because trauma but blushy blushy boy. 

Shinsou Hitoshi

-Okay now third year Shinsou is a stressed Shinsou. 

-A third year you is a stressed you. 

-And a field day with your now ten year old somewhat trauma free adopted by your homeroom teacher child was what you both needed. 

-Shinsou is like a big brother to Eri at this point. 

-He has babysat her one too many times to not be considered at least a stable figure in her life. 

-You had decided to take a stroll in the park, the autumn air and all the pretty leaves making it a sight to behold. 

-Plus it had a pond with ducks. 

-And you love ducks. 

-Shinsou had brought some bread crumbs so you could feed them and that’s what you were doing when it hit him. 

-That weird domesticity. 

-You were crouched down on Eri’s height, one arm wrapped securely around her small waist so she wouldn’t fall into the pond and the other was outstretched with a piece of bread, motioning to the ducks to approach you. 

-It was a nice scene, picture perfect if you asked him and it did something to his heart strings. 

-Just like Todo he imagined walking home with you after a tiring day at your agency, your hands intertwined, matching golden bands circling your ring fingers. 

-He imagined a little Y/N being next to you and not Eri. 

-Vibrant purple hair sticking out at every which direction as they would throw bread at the ducks maybe even calling him over when one got too close. 

-He was so lost in his own thoughts that he hadn’t noticed you standing in front of him, waving your hand over his eyes so you could get his attention. 

- “Earth to Toshi!” 

-You giggled when he shook his head, his eyes wide as he stared at your smiling features. 

- “Eri is hungry-” “You are hungry Y/N-chan!!!” “- and she wanted to go get some good old onigiri from that new shop that opened down the street.” “Lies…”

-You side-eyed the little girl who outed you, her own eyes staring right back in accusation as you let out a sigh saying under your breath “I’m hungry”

-He couldn’t control his laughter as it bubbled from his lips, ruffling Eri’s hair while giving you a kiss on the lips as he circled his arm around your waist and took Eri’s with his other one. 

- “Can’t say no to my girls now, can I?” 

-It was later that night when he voiced his thoughts. 

-You were asleep in his dorm, laying basically on him with your head tucked in his neck as you breathed evenly. 

- “It���s a little early to think of kids but I can’t wait to have one with you.” 

-And with that he fell asleep his dreams being filled with images of you.

Bakugou Katsuki 

-You managed to get him to say that???

-Mister tough as balls?

-Mister imma roundhouse kick you if you look at me with affection in your eyes?

-Someone get this girl a medal. 

-But in all seriousness it was a very motherly move. 

-You were in your second year, the events of the war with the villains still haunting all of you so everyone was keeping an eye on their loved ones and their classmates. 

-Bakugou was no exception .

-Seeing people getting hurt severely, seeing himself so defeated and hurt during those battles had rattled him and he would always linger close to you, a slight paranoia having taken his place in his heart the past few months. 

-You understood why he did it, why he hovered next to you most of the time and if you were being honest it didn’t really bother you * except from that one time you went to the bathroom and he called you three times in a row bc he couldn’t see you and panicked*

-Eri was running around with Kaminari and Sero, the three of them playing tag with the one brain cell they all shared at the moment. 

-Suddenly, Eri tripped and fell, scraping her knee on the pavement, small tears forming in her eyes but she didn’t let them fall. 

-In a flash you were next to her, a hand massaging her knee around the area of the wound while the other one was cupping her cheek, your thumb making small circles on the girl’s cheekbones. 

- “It’s just a scratch. See? It’s not that bad.”

-Bakugou was just staring at the scene unfolding in front of him, his immediate thoughts being that you looked so motherly in that moment. 

-The concern and the reassurance reminded him of his mother when she would calm him down after he got hurt, before she became a pain in the ass *as he likes to say*.

-Without him even realizing it he made a mental image of your shared family. 

-A house in the outskirts, with a yard, maybe a dog running around. 

-But most importantly a little demon that looked like you, climbing onto your shared bed on his day off, nestling in between you two as it went back asleep.

-You making breakfast while having them in your arms. 

-He really wished he could see that now. 

-But he’s a little young and you wouldn’t really like having a baby before finishing high school sooo he kinda buried it. 

-He told you about it when you both were in his dorm getting ready for a movie night. 

-It was a more aggressive approach but you got the point of his little rant. 

- “I want to spend my life with you too Katsu.” 

- “SHUT UP SHITTY WOMAN!”

- “OI!”

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[yn-dreamlife]

Don't Think Anymore

A/N: School can get stressful and I know that, so have a short little comfort blurb I made, hopefully it'll help even just a little. Tbh this was going to be a bunch of filth but... idk.

Pairing: Aizawa Shouta x reader

Description: your boyfriend can see how stressed you are so he wants to comfort you

Warnings: fluff, hints at a bdsm relationship, reader bites there fingers, more fluff

Your eyes stared ahead blankly, the thoughts no longer truly processing as you stared at your thesis. Your dissertation paper, one of the most important things you’ll write your whole college career. And you were dreading every moment of it.

Today was one of your longer days, starting at 5 a.m and only ending at 7 p.m. Not that you had class all day. But you had been working all day. Doing class work, trying to finish up homework, and then going back to this stupid paper.

And once you had gotten back to the apartment you shared with your boyfriend you hadn’t gotten up from your desk. You had planned on spending only 15 minutes to write down a few thoughts, but when Shota walked in three hours later you hadn’t moved. Not. One. Inch.

“Babe? I’m home!” He had called placing his shoes on the rack by the door and hanging up his coat, he had dropped his briefcase prepared to have you jump into his arms and greet him like you always did but he was left disappointed.

“Y/n/n?” He called. He checked the kitchen and the bedroom, it looked like you weren’t even home.

“Y/n?!” He called again, worry growing in the seasoned pro until he stopped, he noticed the light peeking out from the door to his office. He walked over silently and slowly inched the door open.

He knew you studied in his office sometimes, often leaving sticky-notes with little notes to him in your wake that he would take with him to put on his computer at work and in drawers, threatening to expel students who mentioned it. When he looked into his office he saw you sitting there one knee draw to your chest as the other was placed normally. Your chin rested on your knee as you stared ahead.

You didn’t even acknowledge him when he stood beside you even going as far as spinning your chair to face him as he crouched down but you just continued to stare blankly.

“Y/n?” He whispered his hand cupping your cheek as he pulled your hand away from your mouth grimacing at the raw skin around your fingers making a mental note to place band-aids and lotion on your hands.

Your eyes flickered just barely but he knew you were coming back “hey there kitty,” he whispered as he felt you lean into his palm heavily.

“Sho…” you whispered now registering that your boyfriend was in front on you. “You home e’rly” you spoke words slurring slightly.

He frowned slightly, shaking his head “I’m home when I always get home, how long have you been sitting here pretty girl?”

You turn your head to the clock slowly, your body feeling like lead. “Um…” a heat flared to

your cheeks as your eyes widened. “Uh well… th-three hours….”

He raised one eyebrow with an unimpressed look. “I-I’m sorry sho I didn’t mean to! I was… I was just gonna write down… a few… a few thoughts and then… I don’t know what happened… this paper is just… so… so hard.”

By the end you could barely speak as you broke into hiccuped sobs. His look immediately softened, he was just upset you had overworked yourself again nothing more.

“Shhhh shhhh” he soothed softly “it’s okay kitty m’not mad. Jus’ worried ‘s all.” He murmured softly into your hair as he pulled you into his arms switching spots so he was now sitting in the chair and held you in his lap. He rubbed one hand up and down your back as he allowed you to hold the other and play with his fingers like you always did when you got nervous.

He found it endearing, even feeling a little prideful that it was him you latched onto whenever you got overwhelmed or stressed. He remembers the first time you had done so and how his heart raced, you two hadn't gotten together yet and frankly he himself wasn’t feeling all too great about Midnight's gala. You had been standing beside him seeing as you were his plus-one, you were young… younger than he thought he should be with, but thankfully Mic smacked… or screamed some sense into him saying how it was perfectly fine for there to be an age gap.

So he had asked you to be his plus one to the hero gala, it was the summer of your third year at the college Mic teaches at, he hadn't even known you were a student until he walked into Mics second classroom, because for some crazy reason this man was a pro hero and decided to teach at two separate colleges for multiple classes and still have a radio show. He first saw you while you were sitting and speaking with Mic assumingly about grades. And that was yet another thing Mic had to convince him was okay, after all Aizawa wouldn't be teaching you, you two weren’t even on the same campus, so it was perfectly fine for you to be a student and him a teacher.

When he showed up to pick you up for the hero gala- which would be your fifth date- his jaw had dropped. You were wearing a black dress that fit you perfectly both in body and personality. Mic teased him endlessly when you two first arrived because after all… black is Shotas color, something you had thought of when picking out the dress.

As you stood next to him he could tell something was wrong and just as he was about to ask he felt a warmth in his hand only to look down and see it was your hand, or rather your fingers. You were asking, silently if it was alright. Not that you hadn’t held hands before but he could tell you were just anxious, so he moved his hand closer to yours and you quickly latched onto him. Interlocking your fingers and hugging his arm to your chest. And a few moments later you found yourself absentmindedly playing with his fingers. From then on it was something you found yourself doing more and more as your relationship progressed, he just made you feel so safe.

You whined softly cuddling into him, “shhh it's alright pretty girl I'm gonna take care of you okay?” You nodded into his neck enjoying the soothing feeling that washed over you as he spoke. He walked you into the bedroom gently placing you on the bed removing your socks and shoes before swiftly heading to the bathroom to start a bath, putting in your favorite soaps providing a little bit of bubbles hoping they would make you happy.

When he returned he found you sitting up looking for him, “where’d y’go” you said softly standing and wrapping your arms around him, he pet your head softly.

“Jus’ went to start up a bath for you beautiful” He murmured as he placed a kiss to the crown of your head, “how about we get you in there, yeah?” you nodded, allowing him to pick you up and carry you to the bathroom as you mumbled something about closing your eyes for one second and suddenly he was gone, he simply just chuckled as he gently placed you on the sink and began removing your clothes.

After he removed your shirt he gently peppered your neck and shoulders with kisses, not lingering in any one spot just simply showing his appreciation for you. He removed your pants allowing his hands to map the expanse of your things but not going any further knowing you were tiered.

Once you were finally freed of all clothing he placed you in the bath before quickly and unceremoniously stripping himself to get in behind you. You leaned into his embrace quickly and melted into him. His firm chest being a place that had become your safe haven, as long as he was near you knew everything was okay.

Slowly as Shotas hands ran through your hair cleaning it gently you found yourself relaxing, thoughts of the stressful classes, and ridiculously hard paper drifting away. His hands worked wonders on the knots that had formed throughout your muscles essentially leaving you in a puddle between his legs.

Every gasp and moan of content was carefully evaluated to see how he should adjust his massage- if he should lessen up or go farther into one spot and you never even had to tell him because he was always right. By the end of it you were both pleasantly sedated and calm, you more so than him.

“You ready to get out?” He murmured as he gently ran his nose along the column of your neck.

You were quiet for a moment before you spoke, “I guess so…. But can we still cuddle?” Your words were slow and hazy sounding even to your own ears.

“Course we can, can’t leave my best girl all alone.” He says as he gently stands and urges you to do the same.

“I better be your only girl,” You mumble as he begins to drain the bathtub and dry you off.

He chuckles “you know you are.” he says with an eye roll but no part of him was truly annoyed as he saw the small smile adorning your features. He leaned down softly kissing each of the corners of your mouth.

As he moved to pull away you stopped him by wrapping an arm around his neck and properly pushing your lips against his own, it was short but the passion was there. “Ya’missed.” you mumbled against his lip and he chuckled once again.

You found yourself falling into giggles as he carried you to the bedroom. That was something you could always count on, whether it be after a scene or even just you overworking yourself Shota wouldn't allow you to lift a finger, doting on you the way he always says you deserve.

Gently placing you on the bed he moved into the closet to find you both some clothes and soon after he emerged from the closet with a pair of sweatpants slung on his hips and a t-shirt in his hands. Once he had slipped on a pair of comfortable panties and the t-shirt onto your body you allowed him to carefully place band-aids and lotion onto your fingers making sure to be gentle around the raw skin. After he was finished he carefully slipped both of you under the covers.

The silence was comfortable only filled with your breathing and the gentle pitter-patter of rain that had begun sometime during your bath. And although the bath had helped you found some of your previous anxiety seeping back into your body.

As if reading your thoughts, Shota spoke up, “Y’know, I’m really proud of you and all the work you’re doing. I know sometimes schooling isn’t the easiest thing, and I know keeping motivation when it gets hard can be even harder. But with that said I don’t want you to keep pushing yourself so hard. Don't let school take away what makes you you, that spark. And… I can try my best to help you, I know you like being independent and don't like asking for help but… we all need to ask for it sometimes.”

You turned your head up looking at him with tears shimmering in your eyes, “thank you Shota.”

He smiled at you fondly, “Of course, you're my precious girl after all.” He paused cupping your cheek and gently brushing a tear away, “I love you kitty.”

“I love you too Sho…. so much.”

[arbitrarycategories]

erasermic isn’t canon. but I genuinely believe that they COULD HAVE BEEN. not for writing reasons, but for reasons to do with the characters themselves.

1) the Rooftop Gang originally included Shirakumo Oboro, Aizawa Shouta, and Yamada Hizashi. The earliest we are ever introduced to the gang is in their second year, when they are a part of class 2-A and already have an established friendship. (This is in the Vigilantes/Illegals manga).

2) Sushi the cat is introduced to us in order to showcase the relationship between the trio. Aizawa walks to class in the rain, sees a kitten in a box on the side of the road, and immediately assumes there is nothing he can do for it with his current resources and talents. He leaves his umbrella to keep it dry, and continues to school. When he arrives, Yamada comments on how he is soaking wet and expresses concern for his health. Aizawa tells him that it “fits his mood”. Shirakumo makes a grand entrance, returns Aizawa’s umbrella, which he found, and reveals that he picked up the cat. This showcases both Aizawa’s low self-esteem, Yamada’s caring nature, and Shirakumo’s enthusiasm and heart.

3) Sushi the cat is brought to lunch on the rooftop. The boys briefly debate what to do with him. We can infer that none of them have pet friendly homes/budgets. This spurs the introduction of KAYAMA NEMURI, who is fresh from her work study. She is introduced in costume and as a third year, putting her a year above the boys. She is able to take in Sushi. This inducts her into the Rooftop Gang.

4) Kayama joining the Rooftop Gang helps to solve a conflict introduced earlier in the chapter: the three boys have yet to find a work study. Yamada is able to solve the problem on his own, joining with an agency known for full-force, all-out, power-fueled attacks, suited for his Voice quirk. To Shirakumo and Aizawa, Kayama extends the offer to come with her on her work study.

5) Shirakumo and Aizawa, on their work study, have the importance of both efficiency in battle and being able to comfort civilians afterwards emphasized to them. Shirakumo demonstrates the positive effect he has on Aizawa’s self-esteem (and possibly mental health) again as he helps him find his smile. Shirakumo also offers him his goggles, to help with some of Aizawa’s quirk drawbacks. When the boys start wearing matching goggles, Shirakumo proclaims that they can market as a team now. Aizawa shows a positive response to the idea of being partners with Shirakumo.

6) The work study goes very, very wrong. A giant villain attacks. The agency that Yamada is working at attempts to combat it but miscalculates what the villain’s weakness will be. The villain absorbs the attack, enhances it, and fires it into a building in front of him. Shirakumo and Aizawa are in the vicinity of the building, attempting to evacuate civilians from the area. Aizawa is flung back from the blast. Shirakumo is crushed by rubble. A speaker he usually has hanging on his belt as part of his hero costume, however, is undamaged and in Aizawa’s vicinity. Aizawa is able to defeat the giant villain using Erasure, strategy, and fueled by the encouragement that he hears from Shirakumo’s speaker. When congratulated by a Pro for defeating the villain alone, Aizawa insists he wasn’t alone because Shirakumo’s encouragement pushed his forwards. The Pro reveals that Shirakumo was dead on impact with the collapsing building, and that the encouragement Aizawa heard was likely some sort of hallucination to keep his body going in a high-stress environment. (Knowing what we do about Kurogiri, it is unclear whether or not this is true. An analysis for another day.)

7) Aizawa cracks down on combat and withdraws from his friends and peers. HE becomes ruthlessly efficient. There is a time skip, so we do not see the immediate fallout. We do see that Yamada and Kayama, who previously ALSO wore the matching goggles (and planned to be in an agency together), no longer wear the goggles. Aizawa has modified his to the version we see in the main manga. The three friends no longer plan to open an agency together. Additionally, Aizawa has shed his self-doubts about being powerless and unsuited for hero work, though this is spurred mainly by defeating that villain “alone” and not by working positively on his self-esteem.

8) Aizawa announces his intentions to be an independent, underground hero, so he can focus only on villain fighting. He calls it “logical”. His teacher expresses concern over this attitude.

At this point, the chapter focusing on AIzawa’s backstory ends, and the rest we are left to interpret from what little we see of him in the Vigilantes manga background. It’s obvious, however, that losing Shirakumo BROKE something in Aizawa. Shirakumo was the leader and glue of the friend group. HE came up with the idea of opening an agency with the Rooftop Gang. HIS goggles were the identifying, unifying feature between the four of them. It’s shown that, of all Aizawa’s friends, he was likely CLOSEST to Shirakumo.

From a shipping standpoint, this is interesting. Yamada and Shirakumo are introduced in the flashback chapter with a focus on Aizawa. Yamada flings an arm around his shoulders and teases him for being a “gloomy gus” and thinking he’s “powerless”. Shirakumo laughs that Yamada has his hands on Aizawa, calls it scandalous, and immediately demands to be let in on it. These three were well on their way to being a throuple. Rooftop Gang’s perfected form is a throuple + their lesbian friend, though no sexual orientations are ever specified/confirmed in the manga itself. Shirakumo dying throws a wrench in it.

It traumatizes all of them, Aizawa most of all. They all start to separate, though evidence shows that they still stay together and consider each other close friends. (In the Vigilantes manga, Kayama asks Aizawa where Yamada is, and later Yamada where Aizawa is, implying that they keep close tabs on each other.) Life starts to happen. They lose time for personal relationships. Kayama is recruited to teach at UA. She drags Yamada into it. They bully Aizawa into it. They remain friends, but live busy, hectic lives. 

The reason erasermic isn’t canon is basically because they got so busy that romance wasn’t something they were thinking about, and then time passed. They were on their way, until trauma happened, and since then there is always something missing. 

Isn’t it tragic?

[ao3feed-izuku-midoriya]

Villain? Gamer? Why Not Both?

Villain? Gamer? Why Not Both? by AChairWithAPandaOnIt

Midoriya Izuku has watched every one of tomuragaming's videos religiously since he came up on his youtube feed years ago. He never would have expected tomuragaming to be a villain, but here they are at the USJ, Aizawa-sensei half-dead on the ground, tomuragaming trying to reach Tsuyu over Izuku's shoulder because he thinks SHE'S the one who made smallmight64 cry.

or, shigaraki is a gaming youtuber and izuku is a hero analysis youtuber and they're both big fans of each other. tomuragaming is a villain now apparently?? but he's still a dedicated gamer and he WILL be uploading weekly.

FEATURING: tsukauchi and toshinori's divorce in the youtube comment section (whoever the fuck they are), Midoriya Izuku trying out tea at the mall with tomuragaming on livestream while being held hostage (not as stressful as you'd think), tomuragaming having to repeat again and again that 'yes he's a villain. yes he's a gamer. they exist' (just as stressful as you'd think), aizawa shouta x literally anything else except becoming internet famous (he doesn't get his wish), and dabi getting bullied on tumblr by endeavorhateblog and his siblings (who are strangely similar to his own siblings??)

Words: 9751, Chapters: 7/?, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Midoriya Izuku, Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Tsukauchi Naomasa, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Todoroki Shouto, Todoroki Fuyumi, Todoroki Natsuo, Dabi | Todoroki Touya

Relationships: Midoriya Izuku & Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko

Additional Tags: YouTube, Social Media, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, can't decide between being a villain and a gaming youtuber? why not try both, they can't delete shigaraki's youtube account and it's probably all for one's fault, no one knows who tsukauchi and toshinori are, but they might be getting divorced???, and it might have something to do with all might?, Parental Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Gamer Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Crack Treated Seriously, I do not know how to format this so its readable on mobile, It shows, Cryptid gran torino, Smallmight's unkillable teacher vs a bio-engineered nomu built to kill all might, who would win?, Present mic probably wants to adopt midoriya izuku, Izuku has no idea that present mic is in his discord server

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33672355

[ao3feed-dadzawa]

Speak the Truth, Even if Your Voice Shakes

Speak the Truth, Even if Your Voice Shakes by Atheneeerva

With the stuffed animal, the onesie, and the odd child-like behavior, Shouta had come to a conclusion he wasn't sure what to do with. Bakugou Katsuki had age regressed. Whether Bakugou realized it or not, he was likely in the mindset of a young child. Slipping into a soft tone, Shouta prepared himself for dealing with a miniature (sort of anyway) version of his student.

“Hello, Mr. Socks.” He opted to address the toy monkey directly in the vague hope that it would help the boy settle. -- Or

Bakugou Katsuki has OSDD 1-B and Aizawa learns of his system through an accidental early morning run-in.

This fic will feature heavy topics! Summary may change.

Words: 2275, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: Gen

Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Bakugou Mitsuki, Bakugou Masaru, Bakugou Katsuki's Parents, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Original Characters, Original Female Character(s), Original Male Character(s), Original Child Character(s), Original Non-Human Character(s), Original Non-Binary Character, Class 1-A

Relationships: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead & Bakugou Katsuki, Bakugou Katsuki & Bakugou Mitsuki, Bakugou Katsuki & Bakugou Masaru, Bakugou Katsuki & Bakugou Masaru & Bakugou Mitsuki, Bakugou Katsuki & Original Character(s)

Additional Tags: Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Tags May Change, Tags Contain Spoilers, Sort Of, Bakugou Katsuki Swears A Lot, Bakugou Katsuki is Bad at Feelings, Protective Bakugou Katsuki, Angry Bakugou Katsuki, Bakugou Katsuki-centric, Parental Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Protective Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead is a Good Teacher, Tired Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Trans Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Trans Bakugou Katsuki, those two tags might not get mentioned but they are true to the story, Okay important tags:, Bakugou Katsuki has OSSD 1-B, Dissociative Identity Disorder, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Bakugou Katsuki has PTSD, Bakugou Katsuki Has Panic Attacks, Panic Attacks, Anxiety Disorder, Otherwise Specified Dissociative Disorder, Bakugou has alters, Dissociative System, Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Unreliable Narrator, more tags to added, Bakugou Mitsuki's Bad Parenting, Abusive Bakugou Mitsuki, Bakugou Masaru's Bad Parenting, Abusive Bakugou Masaru, Abusive Parents, Abusive Relationships, Age Regression/De-Aging, not counting little alters

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Saving Her (Ojiro Mashirao x Wolf!Reader)

A/N: dedicated to the anon who wanted me to write a oneshot about ojiro giving the reader a gift, this fanfic is for you 💖💖 this is incredibly self-indulgent and ive been working on it for over a month now. its almost done but i’ll post what i have so far, i hope you like it!!

Contains reluctant Aizawa to soft Dadzawa, annoying brother Shinsou, pure Eri-chan, bakugou's notorious cursing, sweet and innocent fluff between reader-chan and Ojiro. First friend Ojiro to best friend and then lover. Featuring the rest of Class 1-A and them acting like hooligans.

Part 1: Crashing into Ojiro, Room Competition, meeting Class 1-A and Aizawa, who has some bad news for you when you’re discovered.

Word Count: 7k 

The sun was setting, casting a golden glow over the busy city of Musutafu.

Ojiro had planned on taking Tokoyami with him, but his friend was still in the middle of unpacking as he was leaving.

He was on the way back to the dorms from the grocery store with a bag of ingredients and sweets as per Sato's request. It was a bit longer of a walking distance since he was so used to coming from his house and would take some getting used to, now that Heights Alliance was his home.

The streets weren't any busier than usual, but when he saw something flicker out of the corner of his eyes off to the side, he couldn't help but feel as though something was wrong.

Maybe it was his hero blood or something stronger but he didn't waste any time diving into action.

As he rounded the corner, his eyes widened as someone crashed into him, nearly toppling him over. He caught his balance just in time, steadying the person that had collided into his chest but not before he saw it.

Blood matting down your hair had his heart dropping in horror. You were trembling in his arms, positively terrified and it didn't take long to figure out what the cause of your stress was when two more figures slinked out of the shadows.

Ojiro acted quickly, using his tail to whisk the two of you higher until you were out of sight. He curled his arms tightly but carefully around your waist, making sure that you wouldn't fall.

Thanks to Ectoplasm's guidance, he had refined his skills and learned how to be unpredictable.

It wasn't until you two were safely on top of the nearest roof did he loosen his grip. Leaning over the edge cautiously, he watched the strangers bolt off in opposite directions, presumably to look for you. He was pretty sure they didn't see him take you away but he wasn't completely certain. Pulling back, he released you from his hold. But he didn't take any offense to the way you practically flew from his touch.

He could see it in your eyes. Fear as deep as yours shouldn't ever be allowed to get that far, for anyone.

You hugged your trembling body with your arms, desperately willing the anxiety to die down so that you could think straight. All you could think about was running. Far, far away where no one could get to you.

"Ah... sorry to take you away so suddenly like that, but it looked like you seemed to be in trouble." Ojiro apologized.

His sheepish tone made you finally break out of your thoughts and for a moment, the two of you didn't say anything, both of you enamored with the other as you got a proper look.

He didn't think he had ever seen anyone as beautiful as you before. Round orbs blinking up at him curiously, your fuzzy ears perched on top of your head perked up as you met his gaze, bushy tail twitching behind you.

As for you, your mouth dried at the sight of your savior. His golden hair and kind smile made your heart skip a beat for reasons unknown to you. You couldn't stop your tail from thumping excitedly against the rooftop when you saw his tail.

It was much bigger and looked much stronger than yours was and you couldn't stop from bounding over to it eagerly, stretching out a tentative hand to touch it.

But you halted at the last second and recoiled, expecting to be punished for your behavior.

Ojiro frowned, taking notice of your trepidation and offered you an encouraging smile. "It's okay, you can touch it if you'd like."

He lifted his tail slightly, inviting your curiosity forth and a bit nervously, you reached out your hand once again. A wide smile split your features as you felt the soft, short fur underneath, your other hand going up to pet your ears, as if to compare the softness.

Ojiro couldn't help but match your smile at that, finding it adorable. Tucking his legs underneath him so that you could still play with his tail, he breached the topic sensitively.

"What's your name?" He asked quietly. "Who were those guys that were after you?"

At first, you seized up and for a minute there, he was worried he went about asking you the wrong way. But a deep sigh left your lungs and testing the waters, you timidly introduced yourself and began to explain in a concise way, your current situation.

You honestly weren't entirely sure how you got there.

But one bad thing after another landed you in a pretty rough neighborhood notorious for Quirk Traffickers. They looked for people with unique abilities that would sell well on the black market. People paid a lot of money to own those they deemed exotic, particularly kids and teens with quirks that had an effect on their physical appearance.

You were no exception, having been cursed with an extremely rare wolf quirk. All it ever brought you was trouble.

You had heard that quirks were hereditary but yours definitely wasn't. You don't know which ancestor it came from when it appeared out of the blue.

Tiny fangs, fluffy ears and a tail emerged one day. But your excitement of discovering it was short-lived when you were abandoned by your parents the very next day. They had found it disgusting.

Young and innocent, you wandered the streets, not sure what you were supposed to do. That's when they caught you.

You bounced from one owner to another, never staying in one place for very long. You had been brought back to their base of operations in Japan, your last master less than satisfied with you since all you did was hide out of fear of everyone, lashing out when he tried to approach you.

You may or may not have bitten a guest when they tried to touch your ears.

Back in your homeland, that's when you saw your opening.

You didn't know what propelled your legs to start running from the men but pretty soon you were out of breath and out of options. Alone in the alleyway, but not for long, you frantically scanned for an escape route.

And that's when you crashed into him.

A shadow fell over Ojiro's face as he heard you explain your past, hands balling into fists at his sides. He wouldn't stand behind while someone was tormenting you. No hero would allow something like this to continue.

Coming to his decision instantly, he stood up, extending a hand out to you.

"Y/N, will you come with me?" He asked, gaze unwavering. "I think I know where you'll be safe, at least for now."

You paused, skeptical. "I-I... I don't know."

He squatted down beside you, patting your head gently. If there was more time, he would've been more patient but he couldn't help but feel uneasy the longer you guys stayed out in the open. Even if you were out of sight, a rooftop wasn't a permanent place for you to hide out in.

Your eyes went wide but you didn't shrink away. You didn't know why. Anytime someone reached for your head, they always had this glint in their eyes, but this time, he looked desperate.

Desperate for you to believe him.

"You must have a hard time trusting people after all you've been through." Ojiro empathized before urgency seeped into his tone. "I really don't want to leave you alone. My sensei might be able to help you but only if you come with me."

You still didn't look entirely convinced but he didn't blame you.

"If you don't like what he says, then you don't have to listen." Ojiro reassured you easily. "No one's going to force you to do anything. You can make your own choice but let me at least give you more options."

That was what finally made you drop your guard, still wary but choosing to trust him for now. After all, he did save you earlier.

You put your hand in his, cheeks warming as he squeezed it slightly.

"Okay."

The two of you traveled to Heights Alliance, the dormitory for Class 1-A of UA High School. He immediately found his teacher, Aizawa, and told him of your circumstances. The man's rough and rugged appearance caused fear to flash through you but only for an instant.

He concealed it well but he seemed kind. Not outwardly like Ojiro, but it was enough to reassure you for now.

All throughout Ojiro's explanation, you hid behind his broad back, shivering at the way his tail curled around your waist to keep you close to him.

It was weird. It didn't feel restricting like you expected it to, it almost felt protective. You kind of liked it. You giggled as the furry tip of his tail tickled your nose playfully and you batted at it, eyes shining as you momentarily forgot where you were.

Aizawa was silent as his student finished explaining why he had a wolf girl attached to his side, scratching the back of his neck as he racked his brain to come up with a solution that wouldn't land you back in that same place again but also without compromising the safety of his students.

Since you were an orphan and a minor, the police would most likely take you to an orphanage, in which case the people looking for you would certainly find you. Aizawa called Principal Nezu and got permission from him to house you at the dorms until the threat hanging over your head was dealt with by the authorities.

You blinked when he asked you if you wanted to stay with them for the time being while they ironed out all the details and see what could be done for a more permanent residence but accepted his offer with a shy and grateful smile.

Then was the matter of actually carrying it out.

The two wanted to settle you in a room of your own but your ears flattened against your head in distress at the suggestion so they quickly dropped that idea.

Aizawa ran a hand tiredly through his hair, unsure of how to resolve this when you clearly were in danger but didn't want to be left alone. The less people that knew of your whereabouts the better and even though he knew Yaoyorozu would probably do a good job looking after you, you clung to Ojiro's side like glue.

You seemed the most comfortable with him and he figured they could use that for now.

Needless to say, Ojiro was surprised when Aizawa suggested he take care of you until the man could figure out a way to accommodate you without you having an anxiety attack but he readily agreed with a slight blush on his face.

He just wanted you to be safe and happy and he was stunned that his sensei trusted him enough to be responsible for you.

Aizawa promptly handed him a small first-aid kit to take care of the blood smeared on your forehead after ensuring that it wasn't anything serious. It was just a slight nick, shallow enough not to need any stitches since it would heal relatively quickly. He told him to clean it before it got infected and his student nodded seriously.

"You can count on me, Aizawa-sensei!!" Ojiro said, bowing respectfully to thank him for all he had done before leaving.

With Ojiro guiding the way, the two of you snuck through the back door and up into his room for you to get settled in. The other students in his class were bustling around the common floor, moving all their things into their respective rooms, hoping to get it done before dark.

It was loud and chaotic, or maybe that was just your sensitive ears picking up on it more. Curiosity peaked, you peeked around the corner after you ensured you were out of their sight, gaze falling on the activity going on below from the second floor.

Ojiro softly pointed each one of them out, telling you their names as they talked over each other.

"I can't believe we get to live together!!" Ashido exclaimed happily, doing a little dance in front of Hagakure and Uraraka. "This is so exciting!!"

"I can't believe my parents agreed to it!!" The invisible girl commented, undoubtedly puffing out her cheeks.

The red-haired and yellow-haired boys who were wrestling in the corner paused for a second to join in on the girls' conversation.

"Did you have a hard time convincing them?" Kirishima asked, only to be smacked upside the head by Kaminari. "Ow, what the heck man?!"

"Why are you asking such a dumb question?" The electric boy retorted, kicking up his feet and smirking. "She could've always just snuck out of the house if they said no. You know, invisibility quirk and all."

He leaped up with a yelp as something shocked him from behind, whirling around to glare at Jirou, who was twirling her earphone jack around a finger nonchalantly.

She sighed, retracting the other one from where she had send an electric pulse through him. "What an idiot."

Kaminari gripped his hair, nearly tearing it out in frustration. "That's what I'm saying!!"

Sero, who was passing by with a box full of his things, stopped and raised an eyebrow. "You know she's talking about you, right?"

"That's not true!!" Kaminari shouted incredulously.

"It's true." Jirou retorted flatly.

The others in the vicinity burst into laughter and you couldn't help but giggle a bit along with them, muffling the sound behind your hand in fear that they would catch you spying on them.

Ojiro's tail twined around your waist gently, steering you towards the elevators. "C'mon, this way."

That contraption alone was the most nerve-wracking thing you've experienced so far. Luckily, the ride wasn't long but that was the only upside. Your tail swished nervously behind you and you didn't relax until the door to his room on the third floor softly clicked closed behind you.

Ojiro breathed a sigh of relief, glancing up at you. You had made it without being spotted by anyone. Thankfully.

He didn't have many things, so moving in wasn't a problem for him and it didn't take too long. He was one of the first ones to finish, along with Shoji, and helped Sato unpack his things until his friend noticed he needed some more ingredients for the cake he wanted to make later on.

The plastic bag crinkled as he took out the snacks he had found while he was getting Sato more flour and sugar. Your nose twitched cutely and he had to refrain from poking your cheek, lest he scare you off.

Your tail was less frazzled now and he took it as a sign that you were getting accustomed to your surroundings.

His eyes softened as you took in his room, pawing at the neat collection of books on his desk before your attention flitted up to the high shelving above your head.

This time, Ojiro couldn't contain his fond smile as he reached over you to grab what you were longingly looking at.

Your eyes went wide as his chest pressed against your back, he easily reached it since he was taller than you. A small giraffe plushie landed in your hands not long after.

He tilted his head, eyes crinkling at the edges as he smiled at you. "Cute, right?"

His little sister, Holly, gave it to him as a going-away present when he moved into the dorms. He missed her so much already but the presence of this little stuffed giraffe soothed his heart.

You held it so gently, as if you were scared you would destroy it.

"Yeah..." You trailed off quietly and he beamed.

It was his first time hearing your voice so unrestrained and free from the fear that gripped you earlier but nothing could have prepared him for how pure and precious it was. He ruffled your hair gently, being mindful of your fluffy ears and looking out for any signs you were uncomfortable with the affectionate gesture.

But his heart skipped a beat when you closed your eyes at his touch, clearly enjoying it and even going so far as to butt your head against his hand in a silent plea for more pets.

You flushed when he chuckled, obliging you for a minute longer until you were like putty in his hands.

The both of you jumped when a loud crash came from downstairs, accompanied by a flurry of enraged shouting and colorful insults even through the many floors. Ojiro casted a worried glance at you but all his concern melted away when a little giggle left your lips.

Relieved that you didn't seem to be too shaken by the noise, he offered the snacks he bought earlier, taking the package and ripping it open for you when you fumbled with it.

Thanking him quietly, you nibbled on the food gratefully. The flavors exploded in your mouth and you positively beamed, radiating the same pure energy you emitted earlier when you had spoken to him.

Ojiro maneuvered around you, finding what he was looking for pretty quickly.

You looked up curiously when he came back, shifting your weight on your knees, unsure of why he was holding a water bottle in your field of vision.

"I need to treat your cut, is that okay?" He asked, unscrewing the cap and pouring a little bit on the cloth he got from the first-aid kit. He didn't want to startle you, so he narrated what he was doing.

You nodded, setting down your half-eaten cookie carefully and brushed back your tangled hair as much as you could so that it wasn't in the way.

Your breath caught in your throat when he moved closer to you. He angled your chin up, gazing into your eyes as he wiped the blood away first to assess the damage done.

"It's going to sting a little bit." He murmured, preparing the antibiotic.

Squeezing your eyes shut, you gripped onto the lapels of his blazer, practically ripping it as your claws came out when he dabbed the cut. You whimpered in pain, tears leaking out of the corner of your eyes at how much it hurt.

Ojiro faltered, your whimper sending a spike straight through his heart and he hastened, not wanting you to be in pain any longer. But he was thorough, well aware that if he didn't do a good job now, there was a chance you would have to endure it again. As soon as he disinfected it, he applied a couple butterfly closures to aid the healing process.

It wasn't bleeding anymore and he sighed in relief.

You panted heavily when he was finally done. Rubbing your eyes furiously, you blinked through your blurry vision, frantically scanning the room as his warmth suddenly disappeared.

"Y/N-chan?"

The voice was close by but not close enough. Your breathing started to pick up, hands clammy and tail fluffed out. An obvious sign you were stressed.

"Y/N-chan!!"

This time, it was a lot closer and you sank back, relieved beyond belief as the familiar sensation of his tail encircling your waist returned.

You stammered out his name, blindly reaching for him.

"Where did you go?" Your whispered, fingers trembling uncontrollably as he pulled you into his chest.

"Just had to put away the bandages." He reassured you, concerned with how quickly you were to losing it. "Are you okay?"

Your ears flopped back and forth at how vigorously you nodded, as if you needed to convince him like your life depended on it and his mouth twisted into a small frown.

"You don't have to do that." He said, going to pet you once more, smiling in relief as your tail finally stopped lashing behind you.

"... 'm sorry." You mumbled sadly, clutching onto the front of his jacket.

"It's okay." Ojiro replied, stroking your hair to calm you down. "You didn't do anything wrong."

Just how much pain had you endured?

This time when he stood up, you were okay. Somehow comforted that he wasn't going to go anywhere anytime soon, you polished off your snack as he got something else from the closet.

"Here."

You perked up at the sight of the blue hoodie in his outstretched hand.

Ojiro laughed at your expression of awe as you accepted it and ran your fingers over the material. "You seemed cold so how about you hang onto this for now?"

It was one of his lounging hoodies that he didn't wear too often but it was rather warm and would hopefully stop you from shivering. That tattered dress you were wearing looked like it was about to go any second. He didn't want to know how weak your immune system was to be freezing cold in the middle of August.

You beamed happily, bowing repeatedly. "Thank you, Ojiro-san!!"

It had gotten stuck over your head when you tried to pull it down though and with a muffled squeak that gained his attention, he tugged down the hem, smiling when your ears and flushed face popped through.

Just when I thought she couldn't get any cuter... He thought to himself as you began to run around the room, climbing on anything and everything once he told you that he didn't mind.

His clothes swallowed your smaller frame and he found it incredibly endearing with the way you would flap your arms around, claiming you had sweater paws. It fell just above your knees, keeping it modest.

He steered you away from the balcony for now, wanting you to stay where he could keep an eye on you.

After a few more hours of you getting adjusted, you had tuckered yourself out and curled up into a ball on the floor at the foot of his bed.

Ojiro frowned once he noticed you taking a nap on the hard surface, abandoning his studying at his desk to take you in his arms and placing you in his bed.

You stirred, heavy eyelids struggling to open as you croaked out, "W-What? Ojiro-san, what's going on??"

"You can't sleep on the floor, Y/N-chan." He chided lightly. "It's not good for your back."

Sleepy haze diminishing, you bolted upright, nearly smacking him in the face when you realized where he had put you.

"I can't sleep in your bed!!" You burst out incredulously.

Ojiro hushed you, worriedly glancing at the door as if his friends would come barging in without any warning but luckily they didn't. He didn't put it past them but this was one time where he didn't want them to do that.

He tried to ease you back down but you wouldn't obey.

"Don't worry, the sheets are new." He reassured.

His eyebrow furrowed when you shook your head violently from side to side, wondering what you were so worked up about. You tried to climb out and he let you but didn't let you go too far.

"What's wrong?" He asked quickly, the possibility that he had offended you coming to light. "I didn't mean to—"

"I'm not allowed to!!" You suddenly blurted out.

He did a double take and you looked over his shoulder, your eyes darting everywhere else besides him.

Crouching down to your level, he soothed you gently. "Hey, it's okay. What do you mean you're not allowed to?"

You absentmindedly picked at the wound closures on your forehead, swallowing thickly when he took your hand in his to prevent you from messing with the bandages.

"Y/N-chan?" He prompted.

Your mutter was so quiet he had to strain himself to hear you right and when he did, he asked you to repeat it because by All Might was his blood boiling if he heard you correctly.

You gulped, intimidated by the brazen anger in his eyes, fiddling with the hem of his hoodie.

"They said we're animals and called us dirty. We're not supposed to sleep where humans do." With each word, you got quieter until his face was right in front of yours. "They were right... weren't they?"

Squeaking as you got engulfed in a hug, you tensed up and he broke it, apologizing profusely.

"I'm sorry, I just," He ran a hand through his hair, conflicted. "They couldn't be more wrong."

He didn't touch you but he didn't need to for you to feel his warm presence extending out towards you and covering you in the most love you've experienced since your parents left.

"You might have an animal quirk but you're human just like the rest of us and don't deserve to be treated any less than that by anyone." He emphasized, then pounded a fist to his chest. "From now on, I'll look out for you and show you what it's like to be treated like an equal, as a friend, if you'll let me."

Ojiro held out his hand. "Deal?"

You sniffled, unbelievably moved by his kindness after only knowing you for less than a day. "Deal."

You sealed it with a handshake and he gestured to the rumpled bed behind him.

Waving his hand grandly, he proclaimed, "Your napping space awaits."

He internally winced at how corny that sounded but hearing your laughter ring in the air more than made up for it. As he helped you settle beneath the covers, he reassured you constantly but patiently that you really were allowed to sleep in a bed and no, you weren't bothering him or being a burden.

After that, you couldn't fall asleep right away and he really didn't want to study anymore so the two of you talked.

He told you about his family, how he got into UA, stuttering nervously a couple of times only to shoot you a grateful smile when you didn't judge or make fun of him. He told you about his little sister, a cute, precious little girl who was growing up faster than he liked to admit. Retelling and entertaining you with stories of his classmates and their adventures, his tail flicked up excitedly when you started to chime in with experiences of your own.

Things you could remember from your past. Foods you liked, hobbies you had, friends you liked to play with, and he listened attentively through it all. When you started to drift off, you sleepily mumbled offhandedly how you liked it when he patted your head or rubbed your ears.

And you especially liked it when he would hug you with his tail.

Ojiro just smiled softly, tucking the blanket around you before brushing the hair away from your face. You looked so peaceful. He got to his feet and stretched his arms over his head, jaw dropping in surprise when his gaze landed on the bag discarded on the floor. He had completely forgotten about that.

Shaking your shoulder to rouse you from your tranquil state, he whispered apologies when you finally opened your eyes.

"I'm so sorry I woke you up but I have to go to Sato-kun's room really quick to give him the flour and sugar I bought earlier, okay?" He rushed out, tripping over his words to get it out faster so that you could go back to sleep.

"Can't I go with you?" You mumbled, still half asleep.

Ojiro shook his head, remembering what Aizawa said about exposure. Sure, he trusted his classmates but there was a big difference between what he wanted and what was logical. Your chances were better off with the less that people knew you of your whereabouts so he refused, even though it nearly broke his heart when you trained your wide orbs on him.

Pushing out your bottom lip slightly, tears collected at the corner of your eyes. "You don't want me there?"

He was quick to kneel down by your side, unable to stop himself from pressing his forehead to your temple in a desperate attempt to make the sadness in your voice fade away.

"No, no, princess, it's not that at all." The pet name slipped out faster than he could stop it but he didn't even stop. "You're safer here for right now. And I'll only be gone for a minute."

He rubbed the back of your hand with his thumb. "Okay?"

You mustered up a wobbly smile for him. "Okay..."

He wanted to text Sato to come to his room to pick it up so that he wouldn't have to leave you but that would stir up questions, especially since he wouldn't allow his friend inside and that would undoubtedly create a mayhem within his peers at what he was hiding. For aspiring heroes, they were still teenagers after all. And they loved to bug each other like it, too.

Ojiro sighed as he forced himself to detach from you, tucking the blanket securely around you before he stepped quietly out the door.

For once in his life, he kind of wished he wasn't living with his classmates.

After he left, you tried to quell the anxiety and insecurities. Twisting and turning, your mind raced, spiraling out of control. He didn't abandon you, he was just returning something to his friend. He would be back soon. He promised you.

But as the minutes ticked by, it felt like hours and you couldn't wait any longer. Throwing off the covers, your legs shook as you stepped towards the door. However, you froze in place and your ears twitched, picking up the sounds faster than the average human which normally would've given you an advantage but you couldn't move in time.

The door flew open with a bang, slamming into the wall and making you jump nearly five feet into the air. On the other side stood the girl with pink hair and skin that you had seen earlier, along with the electric boy and a few others you didn't recognize.

You shrunk back as the group exploded into chaos, directing questions towards you faster than you could process or fend off on your own. Your panic rose as they flooded in, clutching your hands tightly to your chest at the overwhelming amount of people in the cramped space.

Then, your eyes widened as someone shouted frantically for them to move, shouldering his way through until he came to you. You willed your feet to move but they wouldn't obey no matter how hard you tried, your body still frozen in fear. It didn't matter though because he reached you within seconds.

"Guys, seriously, back off!!" Ojiro shouted above the clamor, his tail pulling you close and tucked you under his arm. "You're scaring her!!"

At the strain in his usually light tone, his friends started to quiet down one by one and he turned his full attention on you.

"You okay?" He murmured, cradling your jaw and inspecting your face for any hint that you might've been hurt.

You didn't say anything, just threw your arms around him and brushed your nose against the crook of his neck, scenting him. His warm scent eased you and brought you back down bit by bit until your feet were planted firmly on the ground.

Even though he had no clue what you were doing, it was making the tension wound in your body disappear fast so he didn't have any issues with it. But his breath hitched as a soft rumble emitted from the back of your throat in contentment, squeezing you once before letting you go. He didn't detach his tail from you though, using it as a wall to keep his overeager friends from coming too close.

Ojiro let you do what you needed in that moment and in the minutes that followed, his friends began peppering you with questions. He let you keep your face nuzzled into his chest as you shyly answered them but he answered for you whenever you hesitated so that you wouldn't be put in an uncomfortable position of refusing them.

He had already seen what you were like when something that was normal for them went against what was ingrained into you and his arms curled around you tighter in an effort to protect you.

You were thankful for him taking most of the pressure off of you, timidly straying from his side when he encouraged you to talk to the girls a little bit more. You warmed up to them much faster than the rest, your eyes brightening up excitedly when they told you there was a girl among their friend group who had a frog quirk.

He sighed as Yaoyorozu and Ashido led you away from the boys with the rest of the girls in tow to go to a space where the environment would be better for you. Feeling bad that the secret had gotten out already, he winced as he thought of the penalty he would face once he told Aizawa.

Kaminari smirked, leaning against the doorframe after you exited. "Man, where have you been hiding her?"

Ojiro shot him a look that told him to keep quiet, not in the mood for playing around. "That's not funny."

"C'mon man, we're just teasing." Kirishima added on, not picking up on the tense energy of the room. "You could've at least told us you had a girlfriend, she's really cute."

"If not a little shy." Sero grinned, elbowing him in the ribs teasingly. "Don't worry, it's not like we're going to steal her away or anything."

"You should not have a girl in your room, Ojiro!!" Iida declared, chopping his hands in the air to emphasize his point despite the inconsiderate snickering occurring on the other side of the room by the three of them. "It is not appropriate!!"

Shoji, Sato and Koda all elected to remain silent, studying their friend's shadowed expression as their other classmates relentlessly teased him.

Forehead creasing in annoyance at the continuous jabs, Ojiro blurted out, "Guys, stop!! It's not something to joke about!!"

He sank to the floor, head in his hands and for the first time since they burst in, the guys finally took notice of the way his shoulders shook and how anxiety seemed to roll off of him in waves.

"She's in real danger." Ojiro told them quietly. "There are bad people looking for her so you guys can't talk about her, alright?"

"Please." He begged, not caring how desperate he sounded.

All he wanted was for you to be safe. All he wanted was for you to live the life you had been robbed of without having to look over your shoulder to see if someone was following you or not.

Shoji uncrossed his duplicate arms, stance broadening. "We won't."

"Yeah," Kirishima inserted, rubbing the back of his neck, ashamed of his behavior earlier. "Sorry man, had no idea."

Scattered apologies followed his and reluctantly, Ojiro raised his head, mouth set in a determined line. He didn't answer too many questions about your situation, wanting to keep as much of it as he could private until he knew how you felt about telling them and stood up. Now that damage control had been dealt with, all that was left was to tell Aizawa.

Piece of cake.

Back with the girls, you were dragged back to the elevators to get to the girls' side. Since Jirou's was the closest, you guys went there. Your expression filled with awe at the many instruments that hung on the walls, wanting to touch them but you didn't want to get in trouble so you kept your hands stiffly by your sides.

Ashido enthusiastically led you to the plushiest spot on the floor and for a second, you were reminded of the little stuffed giraffe Ojiro let you play with when he caught you looking at it. A smile tugged at the corner of your lips and you jumped when the girls squealed.

"Who are you thinking about?" Ashido pried, eyes glimmering with mischief. "It's Ojiro-kun, isn't it?!"

Your mouth opened and closed, unable to form a response to that. You covered your ears when she shrieked excitedly, taking your silence as your answer and dancing around the room.

"Mina-chan, calm down, you're a little too loud." Yaoyorozu told her gently before reaching over to pat your shoulder. "Where did you come from?"

Mouth parting in shock at how blatant she was being, you twiddled with the strings of Ojiro's hoodie. "Um, well, they told me that my breed is mixed so I don't sell as well as a purebred but I'm fast and—"

"Oh goodness no!!" Ashido interrupted, eyes widened in horror and if you looked around you would've seen all the other girls wearing that exact same expression. "That's not what she meant!!"

Tilting your head to the side clueless, you frowned. "It's not?"

"No!!" Yaoyorozu exclaimed, horrified by what you had to have been through to respond like that on instinct. "I meant how did you get in the dormitory, in Ojiro-san's room nonetheless!!"

"Ah, well... that, um... I—" You cut off your stammering with a frustrated sigh. "I'm not sure how much I'm allowed to tell you."

"That's okay." Uraraka reassured you easily.

Her energy reminded you of Ojiro.

"Is it true that you're in danger?" Jirou spoke up for the first time since the gang of girls invaded her room.

Your jaw dropped in shock but your expression cleared when she waved her earjacks around pointedly. That must've been how she could hear and judging by the timing of her question, you concluded that Ojiro must have been the one talking about your circumstances. And since you didn't feel like he would knowingly put you into danger, you told them what you told him.

Their expressions crumbled before you, losing all semblance of their happy-go-lucky personalities as disbelief took over.

Yaoyorozu's eyes filled with tears. "You had to endure all of that alone?"

"That's horrible!!" Ashido cried out.

"I'm so sorry!!" Uraraka and Hagakure shouted simultaneously.

"I can't imagine what that must've been like." Jirou said, her eyes sad. "You're here now though, so Aizawa-sensei must've given you permission."

You nodded, knees tucked under you as you gripped the hem of the blue sweatshirt. "Yes, but it was only supposed to be a temporary solution and no one else was supposed to find out."

Hesitating, you gulped. "If... If this gets out, I—"

"Don't worry, Y/N-chan!!" Ashido exclaimed, shooting to her feet and pumping her fist in the air. "We'll definitely protect you."

Jirou nodded, fueled by her friend. "Yeah!!"

"You can count on us!!" Hagakure jumped up beside her.

"They won't be able to touch you anymore now that you've got us!!" Yaoyorozu declared determinedly.

"Let's go!!" Uraraka cheered. "Plus Ultra!!"

You burst into sobs at their overwhelming support despite only having just met them and the girls crowded around you in the best group hug you've ever received.

After that emotional roller coaster, they were going to bring you back to Ojiro's room since that's where you wanted to stay for the night but they heard your stomach growling and collectively decided to feed you with whatever they could find in the kitchen.

Yaoyorozu was pretty sure there was some leftover pizza that the guys had bought earlier that day.

Your protests fell on deaf ears as Ashido and Uraraka dragged you all the way there, Jirou trailing behind as Yaoyorozu and Hagakure ran ahead.

"You don't want your own room?" Jirou questioned when they finally released you.

You shook your head. "I... I don't really like being alone and Ojiro-san is my first friend I've had in a long time, so I... I trust him."

She nodded understandingly. "I get it."

"That is soooo cute!!" Hagakure swooned, balancing several boxes of various packaged Japanese snacks in her arms.

You blushed beet red, flushing further when the girls cooed at how cute you were. Pulling the collar of the hoodie up to hide your smile, you pleaded for them to stop embarrassing you. Tea kettle whistling on the stove as Yaoyorozu prepared some jasmine tea, Uraraka brought out the pizza box she had just found from the industrial-sized fridge, handing it to you after heating it up.

"Isn't this someone's food?" You questioned, not touching it. You didn't want to eat it if it belonged to someone.

Jirou pushed it towards you encouragingly with her earphone jack, smirking. "Trust me, Kaminari won't miss it."

You decided to take her word for it.

You had barely finished half a slice when the front door opened and the chilly night air blew inside. Turning around, you hopped off of the stool you were perched on and ran to Ojiro, who had an extremely exhausted Aizawa in tow.

Ojiro caught you easily, wrapping his tail around you out of instinct. It was getting to be a habit by now.

"Are you okay?" He asked as he checked you over.

You giggled, prying his hands away from their dutiful inspection. "I'm okay."

He breathed a sigh of relief but the two of you stiffened when Aizawa cleared his throat from behind him.

"As much as I don't want to interrupt whatever that is," He droned monotonously. "This has gotten a lot more serious."

You shared a worried look with Ojiro and gasped when his tail tightened around your waist ever so slightly.

"You can't stay here." Aizawa told you, fixating his eyes on the students who moved to object, more flooding in as their sensei's voice carried clearly. "You need to come with me, I'll find you a place to stay for the night."

Taglist: @katsukis-sad-angel​

[h2bakugou]

Maybe a x Baku fic where he and the reader are friends and the reader gets captured in a fight by a villain with similar quirks to Aizawa that only work if he’s touching the victim? Anyway the only way to get out of the situation is for Baku to literally blow the villain away from you.(bonus if the villain is a bit of a creep).The reader gets really hurt so Baku offers to check in on them as he feels kinda guilty but they end up growing close? Fluff and soft ‘in here to protect you now’ ending?x

a/n: ooo yess!! friends to lovers trope with a bit of angst? count me in! thank you for the request, we’re nearing the end and we’ll be able to open back up soon!!

summary: close friends to being caught in a terrible situation, a villain whose quirk works like your homeroom teacher’s, it’s the ultimate equation that brings you closer to bakugou.

key: (y/n) - your name / (f/n) - first name / (l/n) - last name / (e/c) - eye color / (h/c) - hair color / (y/q) - your quirk

warnings: fluff, swearing, a bit of angst, gore/violence

wordcount: 1.8k 

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It was supposed to be a normal Tuesday, similar to other Tuesdays. The ones that sometimes didn’t feel like Tuesdays at all, or felt all too much like a Tuesday. It was the slightly soggy breakfast from heating it up in the microwave after getting up late kind of Tuesday.

It was the forgetting your pencil bag and having to borrow one for Bakugou, who gratefully trusted you with his favorite mechanical one that had the tiniest All Might nod kind of Tuesday.

It wasn’t supposed to be the unreal encounter with a villain whose quirk was to ‘erase’ your quirk by touching you. Similar to Mr. Aizawa, your quirk refused to work if this villain was touching you at all.

This was not the Tuesday you had hoped it would’ve been.

- - -

Six Hours Earlier

Funneling the soggy waffles into your mouth, you tried to ignore the damp and soft texture as it went into your mouth, and also tried to ignore the somehow scalding food as it sat in your mouth.

It was gone quickly, and you were able to catch up to Bakugou as he headed toward the school building.

“Did you enjoy sleeping in, dumbass?” Bakugou looked at you, his hands in his pockets like usual.

“Hey, I stayed up late trying to study because someone goes to bed at eight-thirty.” You pouted, crossing your arms over your chest.

“You said you were busy when i texted you to see if you wanted to study. It’s your own damn fault.”

“Kaminari suckered me into three games of monopoly! He wouldn’t let me leave until he won.” You sighed. Bakugou rolled his eyes and removed a hand from his pocket. He punched your shoulder lightly and looked at the ground.

“You’ll do fine on this test. Just don’t sweat it. You stress to fuckin’ much.” Bakugou reassured you, which was rare. But in a ‘I have to put up with you’ kind of way, Bakugou was happy to know you’d stayed up studying instead of watching a tv show.

“Thanks. I’ll study with you next time, I promise.” You lifted your pinky and showed it to Bakugou, awaiting his.

“I’m not doing a pinky promise with you.”

“C’mon!”

“No.”

“Please?”

A sigh. You went to pull away when Bakugou’s pinky wrapped around yours and tugged at it tightly.

“You annoy me.” Bakugou grunted, un-twirling his pinky and replacing his hand in his pocket.

During class, the big test you’d feared had finally fallen upon you. And just when things had gotten bad, they got worse.

You didn’t have a single writing utensil on you, because you’d forgotten your pencil pouch of course. Of all things to happen today, it had to be the forgotten pencil pouch.

“Bakugou.” You whispered, leaning over to his desk.

“What?” He huffed, watching as Present Mic passed out papers.

“Can I borrow a pencil? I forgot my pouch at home, I’ll give it back as soon as I’m done.” You explain. Bakugou rolls his eyes and shakes his head, lending you the one he had in his hand.

He quickly grabbed out another and you resumed your position in your seat and looked at the pencil.

It looked nice, maybe a bit expensive, for a pencil at least, and the color scheme was odd. It was mechanical, with a little bitty All-Might on it. It was tiny, and probably something he got because it was so low-key.

He really was an All Might fanboy.

The test went smoothly, much smoother than you thought. And when you got your score back at the end of class, you were so happy.

You caught up with Bakugou, and handed him his pencil back.

“Thanks for letting me borrow that, I owe ya one! But look!” You eagerly showed him your score. It was among the highest, only a few marks off from being a perfect score.

“Good job.” Bakugou nodded, slipping his pencil back inside his bag.

“Wanna walk back to the dorms together?” You asked, slipping your test back inside your bag and slinging it around your shoulder.

With a subtle ‘tch’ from Bakugou, the two of you left the class building.

But you were abruptly stopped when the alarms inside started going off. A large explosion caused you and Bakugou to duck from the flying debris.

“What the fuck was that?” Bakugou shouted.

“I don’t know!” You called, looking at him worriedly. You tossed your bag and stood back up, charging over to the where the explosion had gone off.

“What the hell are you doing?!” Bakugou grabbed your wrist, pulling you back.

“Going to help! I can’t just sit here!” You yell, pulling away form him.

“You’re going to get yourself killed dumbass!” Bakugou began running with you, looking at you angrily. He wasn’t made at you, he was just frustrated. 

He admired your selflessness.

Upon arriving at the scene, there were a few injured students you managed to help get to safety, handing them to other nearby students so you could get a closer look at what was happening.

An arm emerged from the rubble, seemingly reaching out for help.

As soon as your hand gripped theirs, you felt your body grow weak. Almost like how you felt when Eraserhead used his quirk. A quick scan resulted in one conclusion: he wasn’t even here yet.

“Got ‘cha!” The voice called. A man jumped out and wrapped an arm around your neck, pulling you away from the rubble.

“(Y/n)!” Bakugou shouted, opening his palms, ready to charge at the mam.

“No no no!” The man yelled, a firm grip around your throat. You coughed, trying to get air back into your lungs. It was a struggle.

“Such smooth skin, you would be perfect for my collection!~” The man caressed your cheek and all you could feel was sick. 

“What do you want?” You asked, your hand gripping at his arm in an attempt to free some space between it and your throat.

“To skin you of course! To store it and sell it! Your skin is delicate and seemingly untouched, it’d be worth a fortune! Let's take a closer look.”

“Don’t fucking touch them!” Bakugou shouted again, waiting for others to get here. They were taking to long.

“Use your quirk already!” Bakugou shouted again.

“I can’t! It won’t work!” You shouted back which resulted in a tighter hold around your throat, sending out more struggled coughs from your airways.

“I don’t see Eraserhead! Why would he-”

“It’s not him silly! It’s me!” The man holding you laughed, his free hand finally reaching around and gripping a knife by your side.

“My touch allows one’s quirk to be blocked. They won’t be able to use their quirk as long as I’m touching them.”

“Get your hands off them you sick fuck!” Bakugou took another step but this was a bad move.

“Take another step and they’ll have 30 seconds to get aid for their severed artery, and frankly, I don’t see anyone around to help unless you can take me out in 5 of those seconds.”

“I’ll be fine! Just go g-get help!” You struggled to speak, your vision becoming spotty from the lack of oxygen.

Think. Bakugou had to think. He was looking for any way to get close to him. But if this guy touched him, he’d be done for. Even without a quirk, this guy looked dangerous, maybe to dangerous for Bakugou to take on quirk-less.

There was one option. 

But it would put you in harms way. 

“Hold on!” Bakugou screamed, charging for the pile of rubble behind where you were being held.

Using an AP shot, Bakugou obliterated the ground the rubble sat on, sending you and the man flying forward. 

It was a big enough gap to give Kirishima, someone who had come to aid at the right time, enough space to grab you from the hold of the villain.

There were going to be several drawbacks though.

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The beeping of a hospital machine was a dull ache in your ears as you rubbed your tired eyes awake. 

You’d survived. A few big bruises from the villain’s hold on your throat, plus two broken ribs from Bakugou’s move to save you, as well as a few scrapes and cuts from debris, you were alive and well.

Bakugou stepped into the room, a worried expression on his features. He’d been worrying for about three days straight now, wondering if you were going to hate him, or if you were even going to wake up.

“There’s my hero.” You say softly, smiling at him as he looks at you, holding a small bouquet of flowers.

“I’ve just seen people bring these in movies. I didn’t know what kind you liked.” Bakugou handed you the flowers and sat down in a uncomfortable chair beside your bed.

“Thank you. They’re beautiful.” You lay them in your lap as you look at him. He’s hurt, but physically fine.

“You saved my life Bakugou. Don’t be so hard on yourself. It took more guts to pull that move of than it would have to beat that guy up.” You reached for his hand. Holding it in your own, you rubbed your thumb over his knuckles.

“I landed you in the hospital, and for two days you were unresponsive!” Bakugou had teary eyes as he looked at you. You felt your heart ache as you looked at him.

“But I’m fine now. I owe you big time now.” You laugh, trying to lighten the mood.

“I hurt you. I never wanted to do that.” Bakugou looked down. His abrasiveness was gone. This was rare for him, but the raw emotion was probably something he’d been bottling up for a while.

“You were my hero. Everyone is okay, and that villain is being locked up. I could never hate you ‘Suki.” You reference his first name in the nickname you call him.

“I just care about you so fucking much-”

You lean up and pull him into you, slamming your lips onto his. You were tired of this being ‘just friends.’ This was something you’d been wanting to do for ages now.

Seeing him like this hurt you more than he thought he’d already hurt you. You loved him with every fiber of your being. And so did he.

Kissing you back, Bakugou felt relieved. Like a weight had been lifted from his shoulders. He didn’t want to cry anymore, nor did he want to continue moping about.

He’d seen and heard that you were okay, so you had to be right?

“You’re such a dumbass.” Bakugou said as he pulled away, hovering in front of your face.

“For what?!” You smile, looking into his crimson eyes.

“For making me fall in love with you.”

“Then I guess I’m the biggest dumbass there is.”

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[deviltoys]

You can pick and choose if you'd like! I can do sfw for one character and nsfw for the others, or the other way around! Whatever comes to your mind! Also, space as in like galaxy and stars, if that narrows anything down for you!

Thank you very much, btw!

SICK, THANKS FER' THE BACKGROUND INFO! I MADE THE ATSUMU ONE SO DETAILED 'N THEN MY WRITIN' MIND GAVE OUT ON ME 'M SO SORRY! 'n you can always switch the top reader fer' bottom reader i don't know which one you preferred or wrote for.

alright, let's see : atsumu, dabi, and aizawa.

atsumu miya : nothing like the classic sex under the stars prompt, yea'? this can go down two alternative paths, but i prefer the darker implications behind one of two.

- atsumu is an avid enjoyer of the night sky, he finds the endless array of stars and sea of planets hypnotic when the sky bleeds into a darkened ebony. osamu always finds a way to slip in a slap on the wrist when discovers tsumu' has ran off once more, alone, to his favorite barren field just ripe for stargazing. yet, appreciating the beauty of the universe takes a turn for the worst as the miya twin soon finds himself with a rag between his lips and spotty vision. his senses are heighted with adrenaline yet whatever chemical flooding his system keeps his exterior calm and collected as he finds himself being used as some sort of fuck toy; a scapegoat for pleasure. atsumu miya has been missing for months now, and the serene night sky was the last view he got of the outside world as pleasure came crashing down and his freedom was stolen from him.

dabi : gotta love some sfw dabi, as much as i would love to make every one of the prompts sensual i wanna expand my pallet.

- the reader loves to indulge in anything space related and loves making correlations between space and anything they can. dabi has succumb to the stress and weight of the recent tasks the league has been assigned with taking care of; he can't seem to make time for the two of you or even spend his breath with a simple greeting. it's exhausting and has clearly taken a toll on his demeanor but luckily, the reader has a plan to lighten the mood! once they've finally caught a breakthrough in their work and the storm of chose seems to be coming to a close— the reader and dabi end up spending hours together learning and discussing space. more of less the reader gushing about their special interest while their lovely boyfriend observers the joy and nods along while he soaks up all the dorky information you throw his way.

aizawa shouta : clearly got lazy with this one, but i didn't wanna keep ya' waitin' any longer!

- modern au, featuring third-year!aizawa and teacher!reader. or the other way around if this is being used as a bottom reader prompt. aizawa is struggling to keep up with his science classes, finding the most challenging subject being the topic and talk of space; the vast universe. there's so much information and with an extremely important test on the horizon he's not sure he can catch up in time! but luckily the reader, his kind-hearted passionate teacher pulls shouta over for a few tutoring sessions. long story short, the reader keeps fucking his golden student until he can successfully recite all the information he needs for the test, all the while the reader shows no mercy on his pretty little hole.

[simp-for-mha-men]

𝕔𝕠𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕔𝕦𝕖 (𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕥𝕒 𝕒𝕚𝕫𝕒𝕨𝕒 𝕩 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣)

A/N: Back at it again with my favorite teacher! This one’s pretty cute, at least to me. I was drinking my coffee this morning and had this pop into my head. I wrote more than I expected, but it is so freaking cute. Enjoy it!

Genre: teacher x teacher fluff with Aizawa, caffeine, and a friend 💞

Word count: 1.5k

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Mondays always started off wrong for Aizawa. Nothing ever went right. The coffee machine was usually broken almost every time, due to Present Mic somehow forgetting to work one over the weekend. This was the reason that Aizawa hated Mondays.

Class 1-A figured out that Mondays with their homeroom teacher were mostly spent in quiet solitude or with a minimal lecture. Tenya Iida, the speedy class president, never spoke a word unless he was asked a question. Katsuki Bakugou, the explosive Pomeranian, was bone-chillingly silent. None of the other students made any sudden movements that would disrupt their teacher. This was the way it was supposed to be.

However, one of Aizawa’s colleagues was always prepared. (y/n) (l/n) was a true phenomenon to him. Every Monday a new coffee beverage was in their hands. One morning in October, he could smell pumpkin and nutmeg coming from their tumbler. Sometime in June, before summer vacation, he could smell caramel and cinnamon. Each Monday, a new drink was to be introduced.

Although this Monday was just like every other Monday, Eraserhead felt that something was off. The weather was normal for this time of year. He didn’t forget anything in the dorm. What could it be? As soon as you walked through the door, his question was answered.

You came in with no coffee tumbler in your hand, dark circles under your eyes, and bandages on your forearms. In short, you looked like you had spent all night trying to quell a fight in an abandoned alley. It shook the erasure hero to his core.

In all of his years of knowing you, he had never once seen you in a such a state. It broke his heart. You were always so put together, but today, you had it worse than rough. He needed to do something to help you out.

“Shouta, I need help” you said, shocking him that you would use his first name. You usually only went by last names for the sake of being “formal.”

“What is it, (l/n)?”

“Come outside with me, please.”

When Aizawa heard it as a plea rather than a question, he sprung up out of his chair and followed you down the hall. 

It was still pretty early. The sun had just started rising about 10 minutes prior so no students would be out and about yet. What could’ve happened that made you need to talk to him? Did you apprehend a spy on the U.A. grounds? Could you have trapped a villain? What did you do?

“I know this seems a little bit strange,” you said, interrupting his thoughts, “but you’re the only one I can turn to for this kind of thing.”

Now he was really confused. You two aren’t close. Sure, you always said hello to each other in the mornings and waved as you passed in the halls, but you never saw each other outside of work. He thought you were a masterpiece. The way you carried yourself with such ferocity while holding kind eyes captivated him. You deserved to be in prison for being too gorgeous. It’s true.

“Did something happen to you, (l/n)?” he questioned.

“First,” you began, turning to face him, “call me (y/n), please. We’ve known each other for so long that you can also address me by my first name, Shouta. Second, nothing bad happened to me. Something happened to an innocent victim.”

You held out your right arm to Aizawa, nodding your head as a signal that he could unwrap the bandages. When he did, he was met with at least 20 little cuts that had bled pretty badly. They were all very tiny, so a knife couldn’t have done it. Actually, no weapon was small enough to make these cuts.

“The victim went into a mode of self-protection when I tried to help it,” you explained simply.

It? Why would you call a person it? Was the person so far gone mentally that they didn’t even deserve pronouns? What could’ve happened? You were always so careful on your missions. This must’ve been a dire situation.

You both continued walking until you made it to the front gate. You walked over to a bush and picked up a large, cardboard box. Placing it in front of your coworker, you knelt on the floor behind it.

“You’re the expert,” you stated. “I...I don’t know what to do for it.”

“(y/n), why would you--”

“Open the box, Shouta. You’ll get it.”

With trepidation filling his core, Aizawa reached for the box and slowly opened it. Once he saw the contents, he let out a gasp of shock. There, wrapped tightly in a lilac blanket, was a sleeping black cat. He noticed the cat was missing spots of hair on its head and ears, probably due to stress or a condition. It shook a bit in its sleep from a nightmare.

After staring at it for a little longer, Aizawa came to the conclusion that the cat was abandoned. You rescued a cat. However, it didn’t seem to appreciate your help at first. That’s why you had so many “battle scars.” It clawed you until it realized you were a friend.

“Did you give it any food?” Aizawa asked, breaking the silence.

“Yes,” you nodded, slowly standing up. “I picked some up from a convenience store not too far from here.”

“Did you check its gender?”

“No. It kept clawing me and wouldn’t let me see its stomach.”

“Did you properly treat your wounds?”

“I--”

You began to speak but immediately shut your mouth. Shouta Aizawa, the man you had been quietly observing for years, was indirectly asking you if you were alright. You felt your heart skip a beat. You’ve always thought he was hot, but never have you thought about pursuing a relationship with him. What would the other staff members think? Wouldn’t it be considered unproffessional?

“(y/n)?” he inquired again, louder this time.

“I-I didn’t. I was s-so worried about the poor thing that I didn’t think a-about my own h-health.”

You felt the rain start to wet your face. Wait, it shouldn’t be raining. You then realized you were crying. It was pathetic of you, but that was how your body reacted. 

“(y/n),” Aizawa began softly, “did you even sleep last night?”

Slowly shaking your head, you began to sob. Before you knew what you were doing, you flung yourself into a safe haven: Aizawa’s arms. 

He took a sharp breath in. He never realized that behind your strong facade, you were extremely fragile. He instinctively wrapped his arms around you, and you nuzzled your face into his neck. Sinking down to the ground, he began to realize something. It felt comforting. It felt warm. It felt....like destiny.

During your crying session in Aizawa’s arms, you both failed to realize your furry friend was yawning and waking up. It crawled out of the blanket carefully and slid into your lap. Nuzzling its face into Aizawa’s leg, the rescue fell asleep once again.

You both looked down in affection. Your eyes were soft, and you giggled at how easily it fell asleep again. Aizawa showed a soft smile before glancing over to see your expression. You were a gift to him. He had to take advantage of that.

“Hey,” you said, poking him.

“What?”

“Female. Kohii.”

Aizawa tilted his head, letting a smirk grace his features. “What?”

“It’s a female cat, and I’m naming her Kohii.”

“You’re naming her coffee?”

You nodded your head, sadness leaving you. “Yep! It reminds me of you.”

When Aizawa’s expression changed, you realized what you had just said. Slapping your hand over your mouth, you looked away from him quickly. 

Instead of getting angry, he let out a chuckle and picked up your new friend. “Since you got to name her, you owe me something.”

You quickly snapped out of your trance, trying to ignore the blush on your face. Rolling your eyes, you replied, “Obviously. We’re going to take care of her together. Nezu will grant us permission, I’m assuming.”

Aizawa nodded his head. “Of course he will. However, I need something else.”

“Oh, come on!” you sighed. “What is it? Money? Want me to grade your class? What could you possibly want from me?”

“Coffee.”

His simple response shocked you. He wanted....coffee?

“What kind?” you questioned, cocking your head to the side.

“The kind that lets me drink it with you.”

Now, you knew your face was red. You quickly turned away, missing the mischievous glint in his eyes and smile. Scoffing, you tugged on his scarf. He fell completely backwards, eliciting a belly laugh from you. It was music to his ears.

“When?” you questioned, finally glancing at him.

“Now.” he responded.

“Sure.”

All three of you were smiling. Yes, all three. Kohii couldn’t exactly express it, but she was on the inside. You could tell. It was as if you three were the perfect family.

Standing up, you offered your hand to him. He gladly accepted it and picked up Kohii after gaining his balance. You all headed off campus, and everyone was happy. 

“You know,” you began, “we should prank Yamada next week.”

“Rig the coffee machine before he breaks it?” he asked.

“Oh yeah.”

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Baby Academia

While on a work study under Endeavor’s agecy, Bakugou and Endeavors sidekick Burnin’ run into some trouble.

The fiery sidekick came out unscathed, but Bakugou... could be better

You stared at the small child in front of you, total disbelief and shock were written on your features. Looking to your left you could see Midoriya looked like he was about to have a stroke while Todoroki... oh my god who knew his eyes could get that wide?! Your eyes scanned around to your other classmates, gauging their reactions and making sure that you weren’t imagining things.

Turning back to the small blond child in Aizawa’s arms, you spoke. “Aizawa-sensei... please tell me this is some elaborate joke that Present Mic-sensei set up.” You pleaded, hoping that this wasn’t real. But judging from Aizawa’s tired and slightly “done”-looking expression, you knew that your hopes fell short.

“Nope. This baby here is Bakugou Katsuki.” Aizawa said with the same tone of voice you would use when telling a high schooler what two plus two equaled.

You sweat dropped as your eyes fell on the little baby who was looking around with his red eyes in pure wonder.

“His parents have given us permission to keep him here to take care of him and make sure he isn't targeted by villains while in this form.” Aizawa further explained, putting Bakugou down on the floor when he started to whine. The little version of your classmate crawled around the floor, making cute little babbling sounds. “UA has already bought all the supplies a one-year-old needs and they are all set up in his room.”

“Hold up there Aizawa-sensei!” Kaminari exclaimed, pushing forward into the crowd. “Are you saying that we have to take care of him?! Why?!” Aizawa smiled evilly, making you shiver. You had been in this class for six months and you were still not used to that smile of his, and you don’t think you’d ever be.

“Think of this as more hero training.”

“But we don’t know how to take care of a baby!” Kaminari suddenly yelled out, gripping at his hair in frustration. And here you thought Kaminari would be excited to mess around with baby Bakugou.

You flinched as you heard a shrill cry come from the floor. You weren’t the only one though, as your classmates were also startled or confused about the noise. Looking around on the floor, you found baby Bakugou sitting on his butt and his red eyes full of fear and tears as he looked up at Kaminari.

It seemed the electric boy’s yelling got to the little guy. Walking up to Bakugou, you picked him up and hugged him close to you, so his head was leaning against your chest.

Bouncing him up and down, you cooed to him and in a matter of seconds he calmed down. However, unlike before when he wanted to just roam around the room and discover the world around him, he seemed to find refuge in your arms. Soon his eyes were closed and his breathing started to slow down.

His little head thumped against your chest as sleep gripped at him.

“I think you’ll be fine,” Aizawa muttered before making his way out of the common room. Right before he shut the door, he looked back and made one last comment. “If there is an issue don’t hesitate to grab a teacher.” And with that he left, the door closing with the quietest of snaps.

Your classmates stared at you in wonder, all of them thinking the same thing.

“(Y/N)-chan, how did you calm him down so fast?!” Mina asked in a hushed tone, bouncing up and taking a look at Baby Bakugou.

You chuckled nervously, a light blush coating your cheeks. “Well I have a little sister. She 13 years younger than me so I had to learn how to take care of the little one real quickly to help my parents out. We saved a lot of money that way instead of spending it on daycare.”

Sero clapped his hands together, gathering the attention of everyone in the common room. Baby Bakugou babbled into your chest as drool slipped from his lips.

“Well, I guess that settles it. (L/N)-chan’s going to be taking care of baby Bakugou!” The other’s nodded in agreement.

You groaned. “Aw, come on guys, you don’t expect me to be a single mother do you?!”

Tooru’s floating tank top appeared in front of you. “Don’t worry (Y/N)-chan! The girl’s will help you!”

“Yeah!”

“Of course!”

“If you need me to make anything, I would be happy to.”

You smiled at the support from your friends. Looking down at the baby sleeping in your arms you giggled. “Yeah, we can do it! Afterall, how bad of a baby can Bakugou be?”

You regretted those words you dared to utter only a few hours later.

Sero, Kirishima, and Iida set up the baby crib in your room while the girl’s helped sort through the bags of supplies. It took a few hours, but by 9 PM your room had been transformed into a temporary baby’s room.

Bakugou was silent throughout the endevear, occasionally getting in the group’s way as you all tried to ready the room before nightfall. But other than him attempting to eat a wrench (which Iida was not happy about while Sero and Kirishima simply laughed at), he was a good baby...

until now.

It was 3am and you had gotten roughly 2 hours of sleep.

For some reason the little blond decided he was going to be a little bitch at the worst time possible.

And that kind of process kept going on for the following days. He’d be a relativly good boy, maybe throwing some temper tantrums here and there, but overall just like any normal 1 year old, but at night when it was just the two of you, he’d go nuts.

You had tried every trick you knew. You tried feeding him some light snacks, rocking him in the crib, rocking him in your arms, you even tried to let him sleep in your bed! You had thought maybe he was simply yearning to be touched, but even that didn’t help!

The fourth night of this in a row, you were about to cry from stress and lack of sleep.

Eventually.... you snapped.

“WOULD YOU SHUT IT!” You screamed at the crib, throwing the apple sauce container you were holding against the glass of the sliding door. It exploded and coated the curtains and rug.

Wiping angrily at your eyes until you saw spots, you silently cried in the room.

You hadn’t even noticed that baby Bakugou had stopped crying until you opened your eyes. Eyeing the crib, your heaert dropped with realization of what you had just done.

Willing your body to move forward, you stepped up to the crib until you were above it. Your eyes connected with Bakugou’s... and your heart dropped.

He hadn’t stopped crying when you screamed... but rather he stopped wailing out loud. Fat tears rolled down his face, but he was obviously trying to be quiet. A little bubble of snot popped and he whined.

“Oh my goodness, I’m sorry little guy. no no no no, come here Katsuki.”

Reaching in, you picked him up under the arms and held him against your chest.

Despite you yelling at him, he clutched his tiny little fat fingers around your nightshirt and cried into you. You rubbed the top of his head with soft fingers as you whispered apologies into his ear.

“I’m so sorry Katsuki. That was totally uncalled for. Your probably scared and freaking out... god I’m sorry Katsuki.”

You rolled onto your bed as gently as you could. Bakugou didn’t protest as you held him against you.

Slowly but surely, the two of you fell asleep against each other and the tears dried up.

The next morning, you woke up with a heavy... mass of some sort on you.

You groaned in confusion and slapped at what was on you. You had expected a book of some sort, maybe a blanket.

What you didn’t expect was a the sound of skin on skin contact to fill the room and for your hand to meet with warm flesh.

Your eyes burst open and you finally looked at what was on you.

“Bakugou!” You exclaimed, happy to see him back to normal.

The boy on top of you groaned in protest of being woken up. Lifting his head, he glared into your eyes.

“Why the fuck did you wake me up?” His voice was low and gruff. It sent flutters to your stomach. Then, his eyes widened, but only slightly. He realized just how close the too of your and his... state of undress.

Not only was he laying on you naked, but his face was so close to yours that if he leaned forward just a bit, your noses would bump into each other.

The two of you were silent for a moment until he spoke up.

“What happened? And why the fuck am I in your room naked.”

You paled as you realized...

He didn’t remember a goddamn thing.

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Perchance to Meet pt. 2 REWRITE

Hi y'all. I'm really sad I have to do this all over again because tumblr goofed up big time. I went to edit this for tags and cleanliness and then next thing I know boom it’s gone. I know it won’t be as good as it was when I first wrote it but I will do my best to recreate what I had. This is what I get for not saving it or not doing so when I TOLD MYSELF TOO 😤 again i’m so sorry and here’s my rewrite

Warnings: suggestive language 18+, i think that’t it!

Part 3 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Aizawa Shouta is a simple man. Wore clothes that were best for him, always did his duty as a teacher and an underground hero. He was always able to do the right or best thing when it was necessary. Never afraid to back down from what needed to be done.

So why is he standing across the street on his day off from a place he’s been meaning to check out for weeks? He studies the business card in his hand that has the name and address of the building he’s currently staring at. Just for good measure he triple checks the address and store name-

“Personally Yours, Book boutique!”

Black almond eyes widen as Aizawa’s thoughts are perturbed by the loud blond next to him. He’s not sure why he allowed his best friend (don’t tell Hizashi that) to accompany him today to meet the intriguing bartender and bookstore owner. (Y/n) (L/n). That name and face has been plaguing him over the last three weeks from when they first met. The way her hair matched and reflected her personality, her amazing quirk, her willingness to make people’s lives better... 

The way her lips looked incredibly kissable and fuckable at the same time had left him with his hands down his pants many nights.

Aizawa looks to his friend as he sees Hizashi grinning widely from ear to ear, eager about what’s about to happen. It’s been far too long since the blond has seen his friend this worked up over anything, let alone a person! But he knew, deep in his friendly heart, that Aizawa would have done nothing if he didn’t intervene and tell him to go visit her.

“It’s about time you decided to go see her ‘Zawa. It’s been what, like three weeks?” 

“You don’t have to remind me.” Yes, he knew. Aizawa knew we waited two weeks and six days too long to finally reach out or do something. But could the world blame him? He’s a teacher and underground hero already looking for the next class of heroes for U.A.; the man hasn’t had a day off in far too long and now he has one. He can only hope that the lady he kept waiting would understand. But she had to, right?

With what seemed like forever, he finally managed to place one foot in front of the other and cross the street to enter the building. The outside looks quaint, almost too perfect for a bookstore in his opinion. It appears to be one story but there might be living quarters on top of it? Aizawa rolls his shoulders to relieve himself of any tension, turns back to his friend before he promptly goes inside…

And immediately regrets his decision. 

The loud sound that bombarded his ears was something he did not expect. Children. Toddlers maybe, but obnoxious nonetheless. He begins to question whether or not he should stay based on the loudness in the store. However despite the noise, he feels a sense of calmness and home-ness that he felt when he had talked with (Y/n) at the bar. The bookstore smells of cinnamon and vanilla, a combination he thinks he can get used to. The layout seems to be welcoming as well. In the middle, which he assumes is the check out and help desk, is a circular module that has different pathways leading to other parts of the store. Each pathway leads to shelves lined up with all kinds of books, lit above by medium sized lanterns that give the store its unique glow. 

Aizawa surmises that the store is an accurate representation of the bewildering woman he met a few weeks ago. Everything about the size, the layout, the aura reminds him of their plethora of conversations from just one night, and maybe more to come.

He approaches the middle desk in hopes that she would be near. Taking in his surroundings, he realizes that the bulk of the noise is coming from the back, which looks to be a cozy reading nook with bean bag and other comfy chairs surrounded by end tables and ottomans. He can feel the chaotic energy from where he stands.

Hesitantly, he pushes the bell near the cash register. 

“I’ll be right there!”

Stunned at the sound of her voice, he waits patiently but also impatiently for the woman that has been haunting his thoughts for almost a month now to appear. His eyes wander to the counter, however at that moment the sound of sneakers hitting linoleum comes closer to him.

“Hi,” she pants out, holding up a finger. “How, whew, how can I help you…”

She drawls out the last part as she finally sees who had called her attention. Seriously, couldn’t this person know that today was extremely busy? But her thoughts come to a halt when she’s met with deep almond eyes and scruff, even though she’s seen it once, could recognize anywhere.

“Aizawa-san?”

“Just Aizawa is fine. Looks like I came at a bad time?”

“Hah, that’s an understatement,” (Y/n) puffs out. Her eyes must be deceiving her. There’s no way he’s actually here. They had met almost a month ago and it was a meeting she’ll never forget. The hard-working woman is never one to make small talk with her patrons but something about him caught her focus and for the rest of the night and the most of these three weeks, was all she could think about. “Once a month we have a local daycare come in and bring their students to look and explore in the store! Helps them get better at reading and finding out what other things they may like.”

The man before her nods in understanding, unsure of what else to say. He had practiced this moment over and over but now that it’s here he’s unsure of what to do.

“I thought you were never gonna show up. But I’m really glad to see you not in a club, it feels more real I guess?” She paused briefly before beginning again. “I honestly thought I made up the whole thing, or that something was wrong with me…”

“No,” Aizawa interrupts, afraid to hear more. “It’s my fault. I’ve been busy with teaching and being a hero.”

“No I get it. I work two jobs too so I understand how busy you are. I’m glad you’re even here.”

The two of them smile at each other, taking in each others features in that present moment. The feel of familiarity reaches them once again, as if everything around them doesn’t exist and it’s just them. Most of the reason he’s never considered meeting anyone is mostly because of his schedule. Many would find it ridiculous how busy the man is but he cares deeply for what he does and bringing someone new into it would be a whole new level of stress he doesn’t think he needs. He’s married to his job essentially, and so it seems is (Y/n).

Their moment is broken when small hand tugs on the pant leg of (Y/n), stealing her eyes away from his. She looks down to see one of her daycare toddlers staring up at her. The little girl, Yuki, unfaltering in her gaze is clearly demanding attention.

“Oh! Hi Yuki, did you already pick a book to bring home?”

The little girl nods and proceeds to lift her arms above her head, making a grabbing motion with her hands. (Y/n) slyly rolls her eyes and picks up Yuki. Holding her in her arms, (Y/n) turns back to Aizawa.

“This is Yuki. She’s a little shy, soft spoken, but absolutely adorable. She’s also one of my favorites because she’s so quiet.”

Aizawa looks down to the toddler in her arms and doesn’t make any moves to approach. The toddler’s eyes widen at the strange man in front of her, eyes boring into his figure to take him in.

“Hobo.”

“Yuki!”

It takes all of the woman’s strength to not drop the child as her shoulders shake in laughter. Aizawa struggles to hide the embarrassment on his face by looking away from the scene before him. It’s not his fault he prefers to wear all black; it’s slimming and makes him feel comfortable. He’s starting to think that maybe he should have shaved and put his hair in a bun for his day off.

Once his heart has calmed down, he faces the toddler again only to see her being swayed back and forth by (Y/n) as she hums a soothing melody. He knows it’s not a possible thing but his heart skipped a beat at the sight. It was the most domestic thing he’s seen that actually makes him happy.

But at the same time he thinks about having one of his own with her and wanting to fuck her senseless against-

“So I’m guessing this is your day off?”

He stammers, “Uh, yeah. I was hoping we could do something today.”

“Hmm, do something as a date or do something as friends?”

He smirks at her sass, “I’m hoping for the former.”

“That can be arranged. I close early today so, meet me in front of the store at 7?”

“That sounds great, let me give you my number and-“

“Hobo.”

“Yuki!”

She promptly takes the child to the back and excuses herself from the desk. Aizawa searches around him for a spare piece of paper and luckily finds an unneeded receipt and a very purple pen. Once he’s done writing he sees her come back without the child.

“Sorry about that. But, ah, is this your number?”

“Yeah clearly.”

“Well geez, maybe I will put you as hobo in my phone just for that.”

“Please don’t.”

“Oh it’s happening.”

He rolls his eyes at her antics and smiles at her. He doesn’t know what it is, but something about being around her just makes him calm. “Listen, I don’t want to hold you up any longer than I have. But text me when you’re ready. 

“And maybe I’ll give you a night to remember.”

***************************************** He winks at her as he walked out and (Y/n) is left with her heart pumping in her ears. Did she really respond to what Aizawa said with “Oh yeah? Well I hope you do ‘cause maybe I’ll make those fantasies of yours come true. It has been three weeks after all.”? What was that?! She can’t just say she knows what he was thinking by the way his pupils had dilated a couple time, that’s too crazy.

Too weird, nope, she’s not weird at all.

Slapping her cheeks to re-center herself, she approaches the back of her store to meet with the children and her co-workers.

“Finally you’re back,” her co-worker, Kona, sighs. “Who was that? You were gone for a while so I know it wasn’t just another customer.”

“It was, um the guy.”

“Shut up!” he practically shouts, “he came here? After three weeks? Are you gonna see him? Please tell me you’re gonna see him?”

“Kona hush, not in front of the kids.”

He shrugs, “Oh sure, when it’s your sex life it’s all secret secret, but if it’s my sex life everyone has to know!”

(Y/n) slices her hand across her neck. “Shut. It!”

“Fine fine,” he whispers. “But you gotta at least tell me if he gave off daddy vibes at least. Big dick energy? Most guys like that do exude it.”

“You are so lucky I love you or you’d be fired.”

“You didn’t say no,” Kona whisper sang back to her. She did her best to hide the way her eyes widened at that but failed miserably.

Closing time couldn’t come quick enough.

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