#feral aizawa

[eraserheadswatching]

izuku and aizawa qoutes part 8

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aizawa holding a bottle: is this whiskey or perfume?

izuku chugs entire bottle:..

izuku : It’s perfume.

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izuku : Don’t worry, I have a few knives up my sleeve.

aizawa : I think you mean cards.

izuku , pulling knives out of their sleeves: No, I do not

aizawa pale : what the fuck kid?

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izuku : English is a difficult language. It can be understood through tough thorough thought, though.

aizawa : You need to stop.

mic laughing his ass off : I THOUGHT YOU THAT ONE!

izuku smug as fuck : yes you did.

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izuku texting the heros and students chat :

brokenbones: Lol heads up if you try to make a candle with food coloring, the food coloring will just sink to the bottom of the glass, and when the flame eventually reaches the bottom all the food coloring will catch fire and become one giant tall flame that you cannot possibly blow out and the glass will start to crack and then you'll throw your tea on it in a panic and then the extremely hot food coloring will boil and sizzle horribly and then the glass will shatter. Please take my word on this lmfao

sleepingbag : What did you do.

brokenbones : A MISTAKE.

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izuku watching aizawa break into his father's house : This is such a bad idea.

aizawa : Then why are you coming along?

izuku : One of us need to be able to talk the cops out of arresting us when this inevitably goes wrong.

aizawa with manic grin : hmm.... okay good enough!

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[homelesstravelerssp]

At training camp one day, a classmate was keeping Aizawa awake (talking loudly on the phone, laughing, shuffling, and accidentally bumping into him)

He, having decided to take revenge, stood opposite their bed and watched. Aizawa didn't answer their questions, ignored their requests to leave and watched

He watched them fall asleep, sleep, wake up and fall asleep again. He watched them fidget and mutter under their breath at night in their sleep. He watched as they woke up and looked at him anxiously. He watched without looking away, sitting right on the edge of their bed. Barely blinking.

Aizawa watched all night, without leaving for a second, and all morning. Wash, breakfast, warm-up. Watched until they were finally taken to opposite ends of the training camp.

He knew that he had clearly caused them some kind of trauma, but he was happy that he had taken revenge.

[arisinferi]

just a silly sketch of aizawa wearing his glasses and suit in vigilantes 🫦

[weallscreamfordadmic]

Nemuri: so you're telling me a random guy just made Eri cry? Shouta: yes Nemuri: and... you're not going after him? Shouta: nah, I'm good Nemuri: you're... good? Nemuri: Nemuri: wait where's Hizashi Shouta: [smiles a slow, vicious smile] Nemuri: oh. oh shit

[bnha-more-like-bnh-gay]

Aizawa: on a scale from ojiro to Midoriya, how impulsive are you right now?

Izuku: oh sure, become a vigilante one time and you’re being used as a bad example-

Aizawa: first of all, I used you as a bad example before that and I will be using you as a bad example long after you graduate

Aizawa: secondly, don’t try and make this seem like it was an isolated incident

Izuku problem child Midoriya:

[tenderheartedtheodore]

Shigaraki: Vlad King, we have taken one of your students hostage. If our wants aren't met, they will suffer greatly.

Vlad: You foul criminals, you will suffer if- wait.

Vlad: Which student?

Shigaraki: ... What?

Vlad: Which of my students is it?

Shigaraki: Uh. (pause)

Shigaraki: Blond, Weezer blue eyes? Laughed for a full minute then stopped abruptly to just stare at us smugly?

Vlad: ... You have Monoma.

Vlad: Good luck. (hangs up)

[yell0wsalt]

Very much normal about Aizawa in the season 7 My Hero Academia trailer

[kacievvbbbb]

I just need to put this out in the world.

But like it drives me literally insane that Aizawa Shouta, the pro hero Eraserhead is an amalgamation of everyone he has ever loved. Like the three people we know mean the most to him are the people that literally made him into the Hero he is today.

Like Yamada named him Eraserhead his literal identity(he literally would have gone nameless if he didn’t), Shirakumo gave him his goggles( the most signature thing about him besides the capture weapon) and taught him how to believe in himself and Midnight put him up for his job at U.A which given his implied isolation after Oboro’s death might have literally saved his life, as mentoring these kids and watching them grow seems to be his main driving force.

Hizashi gave him identity, Nemuri gave him his passion, and even before his death Oboro gave him courage. He is who he is because he knew them. It’s so subtle but it literally makes me feral. He is the literal embodiment of their love. 😭😭.

[sassypantsjaxon]

I just think it'd be funny if Hizashi had been a good little teacher's pet student who would cry if he didn't get 100% on all his tests and Aizawa was this feral gremlin child where the only thing worse than him coming to class is him not coming to class because at least if he's in school somebody knows where he is.

Without fail, their students always expect it to have been the other way. They are always shocked to learn the truth.

[moonlit-orchid]

I bet every birthday Aizawa sends All Might nursing home recommendations.

Then one year he made the mistake of doing it where Midoriya saw

Come HIS birthday and MIDORIYA sent HIM a book on "Mid-Life Crisis" and All Might died laughing because after YEARS of Aizawa calling him Old Man/ Old Might now Aizawa has a kid to make fun of HIS age

[eraserheadswatching]

Izuku talking to the Vestiges: so what was your favorite moment before you died? It has to be the closest to when you died though.

Nana: my very last moments when I flipped off All for One and gave a sassy hair flip, just before he crushed me with a giant bolder.

Banjo: That one time when I dropkicked All for one using my blackwhip

2nd, still in the corner: I made All for one cry once

Yoichi: when I escaped the vault and left a recording of my voice that was triggered by the vault door opening that had me cursing him out and telling him that next time he wants to keep someone in a vault to take care of their mental state too, because I'm coming for him.

Everyone: silence

2nd: when did this happen?

Yoichi: I had it recorded for a while, it was supposed to be either for my funeral or for a last message when i got out sort of thing. I set it up while you guys were getting some stuff to take with us back to camp but I had almost nothing to pack so I just did that and then shoved everything I owned into a bag.

Izuku: that sounds fun.

Aizawa, walking in on the conversation: Izuku who are you talking to?

Izuku, looking him dead (haha) in the eyes: dead people. They are talking about the best experiences they had before death.

Aizawa, tired: and why does that sound fun?

Izuku, forgetting to give Aizawa context: well, the one who is all for one's brother left him a voice recording telling him off once he was able to escape the vault he put him in, that's what sounds fun. Not being in the vault, but the voice recording.

(I will let you continue this before I get out of hand and use too much space for the ask space to handle)

(im just laughing my ass off at this it's funny as fuck thank you for the ask!)

aizawa sitting down next to izuku : okay so... what else was the others best moments?

izuku : nana flipped him off and did a sassy hair flip! Banjo drop kicked him with the help of blackwip! second made him cry! ans ofc yoichis! so someone else go!

aizawa pale : how did they die again?

izukj : all for one. they all died to him apart from the 4th!

aizawa : Oh....

en: I mean I told him to go suck a rubber duck before throwing a bunch of them at him..

izuku snorting laughing : YOU DID WHAT?

aizawa : what they do?

izuku : en threw a bunch of rubber ducks at all for one while telling him to go fuck himself with them!

aizawa chucking : okay that's good.

third : I gave him a clone nose and wig and told him to go be with his brethren

izuku : WHAT... HAHAHA FUCK OFF REALLY?

aizawa : care to share?

izuku : pffttt 3rd gave him a clown nose and wig and told him to be with his brethren!

aizawa snorting a little : pfft that's amazing

izuku nodding : well now I feel like I gotta step up when I die.

aizawa : no.

one for all users : absolutely not.

izuku : dahm shut down so fast....

[homelesstravelerssp]

1 pic:

- Yo dude what do you have here?

- Well, take a look yourself.

(Document confirming the transfer of a student from 1-A)

- But today is only the first day of school? Not only the students, but also ours!

- Then my debut as a teacher was a success.

- AYO! NO!

(This is their first year as full-time teachers)

2 pic:

- Poor little listener! Surely his heart was broken! So unfair! Kya! I should have believed it when you whispered to me your “democratic” plans for the class!

(Sh, sh, sh)

3 pic:

(kaChunk)

(Thud)

- KYAA!! Hey, I was just joking! I understand why you do this, I was there too! It's just a joke, Aizawa!

(Dash)

- But I'm not joking.

(Whoosh)

4 pic:

(Foosh)

5 pic:

(- Sheesh, that was a close one!)

(Whish)

- !

(Click-klack)

- Oh, you're kind of slow. Did little listeners really influence you that much? Aww, so cute! But while I understand that their big, sweet eyes can be influential, you were able to catch me at the worst of times. Spineless!

6 pic:

- Although I'd be lying if I said I didn't like it... <3

- ...

(BOOM)

(- Yeah!)

(Clang)

7 pic:

8 pic:

(Grab)

(Vwoom)

(Thump)

- Ouch!!

9 pic:

(- Mhhm... Mmm..)

(Rub-rub)

- Oi! Cut this!

(-Shouta-kun, Hizashi-kun, I understand that young love haunts young people like you. But school is not a place for mating. If I can overcome my animal instincts, then you can too.)

[dark-elf-writes]

Hizashi once again being feral fills my heart with gremlin joy

[lulumooshroom]

*dusts microphone off*

Ahem,

Aideku

*A round of applause follows as I leave*

[saltymarshmall0w]

Izuku was doing pretty well for being underwater and killing people being, unfortunately, off the table as it is “Unethical” and “Grounds for expulsion, Midoriya.” 

(No fic, sorry)

[black-and-yellow]

The Mind Electric - Loudspeaker AU

Hizashi Yamada gets a stern talking-to, because someone has to reel him in, and of course it would be Kayama.

~2.7k words Yes it's named after the Miracle Musical song, the vibes were just chefs kiss. Based on this comic.

Also on AO3 here

Yamada awoke with a start, eyes snapping open, expecting to see sunlight filling the room, but it was still almost entirely dark. He didn’t know what had woken him, he didn’t remember having a particularly horrifying dream – in fact, he couldn’t remember having dreamt at all. He moved a hand to his stomach, his skin burning hot against his fingers.

That was when his eyes caught a glimpse of something, a silhouette in front of the roof window, where the pale glow from street lights outside filtered pathetically through the thin cloth ‘curtains’ he’d stuck up to cover the smashed hole in the glass.

Clumsily, he pawed around for his glasses and found them on the floorboards by his mattress. He knocked over an empty takeout box as he did, sending disposable chopsticks and the remnants of some kind of cheap sauce spilling onto the floor.

When he’d pushed his glasses up onto his nose and his eyes adjusted to the light, he could see her.

At first his heart jumped, but he calmed himself, knowing there was a more realistic answer. He blew out a sigh, the short lived elation drowned out by disappointment.

“You’re in my head.”

Kayama looked down at him, her arms behind her back, standing there bathed in an unreal glow. Her face was only just visible, but Yamada could make out the whites of her eyes and the lenses of her glasses. She wore an off-the-shoulder sweater, something she’d wear around the house when she was off-duty. Warm and soft and baby pink.

“That’s right,” she said, voice flat and expressionless.

“So I’m dreaming?”

“Obviously.”

Yamada slowly pulled himself to his feet to step closer, gangly legs wobbling under the unsteady weight of himself. He could see her better, then; the dark mole under her left eye, her perfectly applied mascara, the faintest hint of smile lines at the corners of her mouth. Not a detail absent.

“I’m just how you picture your conscience,” she told him, and he sneered a bit, perhaps at himself. Don’t people usually dream about their teeth crumbling or something when they’re nervous? Why did she have to be here?

“So my conscience has Kayama’s face. What’s up with that?” he asked, although he knew the answer perfectly well.

“Oh, please,” she responded, in that short and fed up manner that she always used on him when he wore her patience too thin with his feigned stupidity shtick, “You respect her. You love her, you value her opinion, you need her to talk some sense into you. And you’ll listen to her. More than you’ll listen to yourself, at least.”

He narrowed his eyes, drew himself up to his full height. He hated being read like this, but he paused to remind himself that he was simply talking to himself, in an unconventional way.

“What do you even want?”

“You know full well what I want. I want you to stop all… this,” she threw her arms up at him, regarding him with a certain air of disgust, “This has all gone too far.”

“What do you mean?”

“You’re a danger to yourself. You’ve been a danger to yourself for years. But this…?” she slowly shook her head at him in a disapproving way, “You don’t even know what you’re doing any more, or why. You lost sight of yourself the moment you started to spite Aizawa.”

He internally cringed at hearing Aizawa’s name. Admittedly, there had been a switch flicked in his head for a while, but he couldn’t put his finger on when it happened. Maybe it was at the park, when Aizawa had knocked his teeth out, or when he hadn’t shown up to the bar. He’d even been intending to turn himself in at that point, racked with guilt at what he’d said to him. Aizawa’s words when they met up in the back alley rang in his head,

“What do you think Nemuri would say if she were here?”

And he’d justified it to himself since then. Nemuri would have understood, he’d told himself for weeks – months, even. She would be on his side, she’d respect his decision, she’d say ‘If you think this is for the best, I’m right behind you’. But now here she stood, even though it wasn’t really her, but it was what he really knew she’d do, and she was clearly angry with him. She regarded him with obvious disgust and just a hint of pity, like how you’d look at roadkill.

“You started taking a more active role in the vanguard squad. Every time you go out, you use more of your quirk. You like it,” she went on.

And he had to admit. He did like it. Working in close proximity with other heroes, as well as innocents he couldn’t risk hurting, he was constantly holding himself back. But here, he didn’t have to worry about it. When Shigaraki had questioned whether he was even worth keeping around, in his first few weeks with them, when he would mostly provide intel, he had insisted that his quirk could be a worthwhile asset to the PLF. Some of the other villains took him to a secluded area, far enough away from any patrols that might hear, and insisted he prove his claim. He stood on his own away from them, about the same distance the other heroes always kept behind him. He cranked up his bass, his volume, his reverb, his everything, to the point that he had to stop because Dabi started throwing up and the others were all clawing at their ears, but he could have kept going. He’d earned his place in the Vanguards, he’d sat up straighter since then, he kept an ongoing rumble in the back of his throat, and the rest of the squad generally kept their distance from him. And he liked it

That was the kind of respect he just didn’t get back at UA. Even when he’d lose it, Aizawa would always shoot a glare at him and his voice would be cut off and he’d look a fool to everyone. Nobody took him seriously, even when they knew what he could do in theory, like they knew that he was simply too pathetic to actually use it for anything except being irritating and the occasional stun attack, which they didn’t usually see anyway because he was mostly off to the sidelines. Maybe it was because he’d always been shadowed by the statures of the other heroes. Even Midnight could pick him up, and she would, just to be annoying, or embarrass him at parties.

“You’ve stopped caring who gets hurt,” Kayama carried on, then she jabbed a finger at him, inches away from his chest, purposefully not touching him, “All that’s in here is rage. You’re fuelled by it. Spite and rage.”

He’d always been angry, since he was a teen. He’d keep quiet when he was irked, but he never really calmed himself, he just put on a grin and simmered in it. If he started to boil over, Midnight would cool him down, telling him sternly to sit down and stop it. And he only did because it was her. And after she was gone, there was nobody to metaphorically take him off the heat. He could feel the stove growing hotter even now, even though it was her face, because he knew she was right.

“You can’t go back now, you’re like a cassette with all the tape unravelled. You’re all over the place. You’ve got your head in the PLF, your heart stuck in a past you could never have had back anyway, you’ve got your feet somewhere between home and Tartarus. I don’t even know where your backbone is. Oh, you just get so much worse, don’t you?”

He clenched his jaw, heat building in his chest. He could feel the nerve endings in his face twitching but he bit his tongue.

“What happens when you finally end up killing someone, Hizashi? You’re a natural disaster squeezed into a body that can hardly even keep a rein on it anymore. What happens when you get yourself killed?”

“STOP IT!” he snapped at her finally. His voice came out sharp and sudden like a crack of lightning, but Kayama didn’t even flinch, “If you’re in my head, why can’t you just- Just tell me I’m right! Just tell me what I want you to!” He stopped to breathe through bared, gritted teeth, the air coming in shakily and out again in shivers. Hot, angry tears pooled at the corners of his eyes and his entire form tensed.

Kayama closed her eyes and shook her head again, slow, solemn, disappointed. She remained entirely calm and collected.

“I don’t think you know what you want,” she said.

He balked, scoffing at the notion, throwing his head to the side, his arms falling back down limply, as if the very notion were ridiculous.

“I want… you know,” he started, then stopped. He looked back at her, his expression shifting from unbridled rage to indignant to confusion.

“I want… I…”

He hadn’t thought about it in a little while. At the outset, he knew exactly what he wanted. It seemed so simple. He bought his friends’ safety, he wanted to be the wall between Aizawa and death, he wanted to keep Eri swaddled in a blanket. He wanted the others to adore him. He wanted All Might to tell him how brave he was, because he was brave, wasn’t he? Giving up all he had, his radio show, his hero career, his dorm in Heights Alliance, his name in UA’s books, just to keep the people he cared about safe. How was that not brave? How could that be bad?

But that’s not what happened, it could never be that easy.

Aizawa didn’t thank him, his colleagues didn’t respect him, and his stomach churned with anger. Everything he ate tasted rotten, he got nosebleeds, his hands shook, his hair was streaked with grey, his head pounded every waking minute, the scar over his eye leaked and bled.

Then he only wanted to spite Aizawa, because wasn’t Aizawa oh so much worse than he was? Aizawa walked away from him after high school, Aizawa hated spending time with him outside of work, – and he hated how juvenile it made him sound, like he was yearning to play with his friend – but Aizawa refused to spar with him, even when he was hopping from foot to foot with his sleeves rolled up, urging him ‘come on, Sho! Come on, Sho! Fair fight, no speaker, no studs, come on!’ He’d just turn his head away and tell him, ‘what’s the point, Yamada?’ or ‘that’s enough, Yamada’. Just like he said when he’d tried to talk about Kayama. Aizawa didn’t let him mourn Kayama. And that was the catalyst to all of it, if he’d just been there. If he’d just listened. It would have been so easy, just to sit and listen and pat his shoulder, he didn’t even have to say anything, just don’t stop him. Then none of this would have happened. All of this was Aizawa’s fault. And there he was, back in UA, acting like nobody could have seen this coming, like butter wouldn’t melt in his mouth. He wanted to grab that man by his greasy unwashed jumpsuit and shake him back and forth until his brain rattled around in his skull like a maraca.

“I… want…”

Yamada hadn’t even noticed he was shaking violently, lurching back and forth as every new thought popped into his head and he found something new to be angry about, and linked them all together in his brain, and packaged them up with a pretty red ribbon.

Then he stopped, stood still for a moment, entirely pathetic, engulfed in Kayama’s shadow, then let his legs go out from underneath him, and fell to his knees.

“I want you back, Kayama. I want Aizawa back. I want to go home.”

She was completely silent, and so was he. But he knew she was there, and he could feel her icy blue eyes drilling into his spine and crawling about under his skin. The tears rolled down his cheeks and fell to the floor with little pitter patters in the silence. The silence just went on and on, dragging out for what felt like hours.

“KAYAMA!” he yelped, his whole situation dawning on him, looking up to her like a lost, scared child, eyes burning, “Just say something!” He raised his arms, still trembling, “Hold me! Just… please.”

“Yamada…” Her voice was calm and softer now, and sounded like it came from inside his own head, “Come on. Do you think that’s what she’d do? If she were here?”

He dropped his arms to his sides again and admitted defeat. There was no point arguing any longer. He knew Kayama better than this, no matter how much he’d tried to fool himself, he knew that she would never stand for any of this.

“You know her brutal honesty always kept you in check. Now you have to grow up and do it yourself.”

Yamada didn’t bother saying anything. He found the chest of drawers by the wall and managed to pull himself to his feet, trying to regain any sliver of his composure. Not that he really cared what Kayama saw him like, she’d known him since their UA days, she’d seen worse of him. And this wasn’t even her in the first place. But it was second best.

“The big fight tomorrow, in the city centre,” she went on when he’d stumbled back over to her, pouring with sweat, “You know the kids from UA are going to be there. That’s why it’s scheduled for right then and there. Because you’re the one who told Shigaraki. You know the schedules. How much danger do you think they’ll be in? How much danger were you planning for them to be in? You helped plan it, after all. You planned most of it. You never intended to stand on the sidelines…” she paused, “So. What are you going to do… Mic?”

It gave him a start, that name. It sounded so foreign. That dumb, obnoxious, pain in the neck DJ, peacock-ing about with his chest puffed out. Had that really been him?

He wrapped his arms around himself, thinner now than he had been, but if he closed his eyes, he could almost feel the polished floorboards of UA under his feet, smell the books and office chairs of the staff room, hear Aizawa taking homeroom with a lacklustre role call. He breathed out a sigh, putting the thought out of his mind. A past he could never get back.

“What can I do any more, Kayama?”

She sounded closer to him when she finally spoke, and when he opened his eyes, he found that she was.

“Figure it out.” She said. Not demanding, not bitterly. Not like she wanted to grab him by the nape of his neck and dangle him out the window.

Just kindly.

He took a step forward until he was directly in front of her, then slowly hung his head over her shoulder. He didn’t expect her to put her arms around him, and she didn’t, he knew better than to expect that, they didn’t touch, she was always just out of reach. He kept his arms by his side too, eyes shut tight. But they stood there for a minute without saying a word, and that was about the extent, he reckoned, of what he deserved.

“Yeah. I will,” he said, near whispering, “I promise, Nem.”

It felt as if she wasn’t there all of a sudden, and she wasn’t, because of course she wasn’t, she never had been. But Yamada still felt the tug in his heart when he opened his eyes and saw the room completely empty. Like it had been the entire time.