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Only Reversing Time | Aizen Sosuke x Reader

Summary; Only with reversing time could it have all been different, because he had already made his choice.

A/N: So Kyouka Suitgetsu is basically Aizen in a sense, a piece of him.

She knows how he feels, but he’s too stubborn to admit himself even to her. He’s too proud to admit that in his heart he has regrets.

- She was cruel, but it's out of love...

It’s all because of love.

Edited/Fixed

Warning : I can’t say there's any real romance in this, but I really just like writing. Even if it’s a stress at times, it’s nice rolling out new ideas. Anyways, I own nothing but the story itself.

Mentions Of betrayal

Flashbacks

mentions of the Vizards

Maybe some Shinji x Reader , but it can easily be platonic.

Angsty

Word Count: 6021

Only reversing Time

The soft, clicking sound of small, pointed heels was produced, and soon echoed throughout the empty room, seizing the attention he’d granted his earlier musings.

He had been caught in thought, once again suspended in time, and it was a momentous event brought forth by the small piece held within his right hand.

- Something he had yet to let go of.

Within his hold and laying at the center of his palm was a small silver piece, a hairpin to be precise.

The lovely gemstones which had once been on it for decoration were now gone, leaving behind small, black vacant holes where the small colorful crystals once were held down. Moreover, over what was once gleaming silver, colors of rust had formed, the coppery tint taking over a good portion of the hairpin.

While in such an ugly state that it was currently presented with, it was hard to imagine such a thing was ever considered lovely, but he knew that at one point in time it had been vibrant, co-existing with the most prepossessing beauty he’d ever seen in his life.

‘A beauty unparalleled,’ He thought to himself before he paid any heed to the coming visitor.

Lazily, his dark-toned eyes drifted up to his new company, looking towards the guest that had come to see him, all with a rather stoic glance, giving her only part of his focus.

At his slight attention, she seemed pleased, joyous to have captured even a fraction of it, even if it was distant or cold.

Because If even a small part of him drew towards her, she knew she had him where she wanted.

“Sosuke...” she sang grinning joyously, stopping suddenly to gaze up at him from where she stood, just beneath the many steps leading up to his throne.

Her hands clasped behind her in a childish manner while she shifted in her spot as though she wanted to tell him something, something she was too bashful to voice. Her cheeks bloomed with a touch of rose as she gave him a small giggle before shaking her head, keeping whatever she wanted to say secretive and deciding that perhaps it wasn’t the best time to tell him.

- Years and years of knowing her...and she never admitted to him why she’d showcase such a sweet demeanor.

But he always wondered...

- Always thought of all the possibilities.

‘ I never came to know what secrets you held...’ He thought to himself as he stared at her. ‘ What was it that you always held from me...? What had you been hesitant to say...?’

Rather than speak more, she grinned, her smile radiating through the dark room as she peered her eyes up at him. However, a soft glimmer resonating from the piece in his hold stopped her charming ministrations, making her expression melt.

Her shoulders dropped and the perk she had presented herself with died down.

“Oh Sosuke…” she murmured, her eyebrows creasing. “ You’re still holding onto that old thing?” She asked with disbelief.

“ Could it be because you missed me?” She questioned him, a notable lingering of amusement hidden within the words which came through as mockery.

It was a question that needed no answer, because she already knew.

She knew every one of his secrets now, but he understood why she asked. He knew well enough why she acted the way she did.

Why she came by so frequently...

why she behaved in such a way...

“You know, you shouldn't,” she stated, ” Don’t think of me Sosuke.

Don’t...because soon you'll have everything you want.” She said with an uplift of the corners of her mouth, spreading her arms out wide, the downhearted expression that had come over her now gone.

She spun around, twirling as a small hummed tune came from her, a song which had been all hers.

And before, during their time spent at the soul society, it had been a mindless little melody he found strangely comforting, and something close to a warm lullaby.

In the past, he had found the halls filled with that sound whenever she walked alongside him, their hands both filled with large stacks of paperwork their captain had been too leisure to finish himself.

And on occasions which were very scarce nights beneath the lovely moonlight she so loved to gaze upon, he heard the same sound, her little song traveling through the night air, the tranquil peace being uninterrupted by her mellow sound.

He remembers it all so vividly...

He remembers the way her body swayed left and right as she sat across him, her light hums causing his knotted shoulders to melt. Too many times he’d stop, finding his eyes glued to the woman as she paid no mind to his peeks at her.

And he wondered if she ever came to realize that he stared far too much for it to have been normal.

Did she only choose to ignore him? or had she honestly paid so little mind to his wondering eyes that her blissful ignorance was all she could pay him back with?

The tune had once been beautiful, the sound once lovely to him,

but now, it made his skin chill.

It haunted him, echoing throughout the empty room and haunting him.

With a seldom look to his eyes he watched her move as something in his chest began to respond to her presence, more specifically to that damned sound.

And it felt torturous...

What did he really want?

What was it he truly desired?

He asked himself what it was this was all for...

- if it was truly worth it.

‘Why?’ He continued on with uncertainty, but as the question came to mind, he stopped in his tracks, going no further into those pondering thoughts that would only lead to more doubt.

“Damn it...why now...?” he asked himself, “ Why now of all times?” he asked her with a tight press to his two rows of teeth as he glared at her harshly.

He had done something he hadn't done in what was an entire millennium, and that was to second guess.

He doubted his moves, questioned his logic... his gain.

He asked himself if it Was all really worth it.

He asked himself what would have been had he simply let go of his ambitions.

Moreover, he wondered if she would have been enough to keep him happy, if perhaps that lovely woman from his past was enough to give his mundane existence of before meaning.

He closed his eyes for a moment, a small breath leaving his parting lips as he tried to envision it.

- Her soft painted lips on his, her hands both lovely and warm taking hold of his own to kiss with tenderness as she peeked up at him through her fanning dark lashes.

And in her eyes adoration would shine.

Sweet words, all addressed to him, would come from her as she accepted him as he was.

Would she have accepted him if he had shown her just part of who he really was? and if so... what would she had thought of him if he had given her a full taste of his true self?

would she have still taken him in with the same tenderness?

- Would she have loved him?

In his small moment of wonder and thought, the (h/c) haired woman had traveled to him, standing before him now, closer than she had ever come to when she made her unexpected drop in’s.

Her hands went to touch him, moving to caress his face with a loving look of tenderness making her eyes glow with warmth.

And when he came out from his daydream, he saw her close, just as she had been in his musing.

His fair skin warmed, soft tickles of imaginary feathers teasing his insides and stupidly he awaited the touch, closing his dark eyes with a small shutter.

‘Would it have been like this?’ He asked himself.

Unwillingly his heart skipped a beat, remembering just how beautiful a feeling she could inspire within him and that it hadn’t always been painful.

‘ Would something as minimal as a touch been enough to sedate me?’ He continued on, and he waited for her, wanting to find out, but instead of the expected touch, he felt nothing.

He waited until the gentle heat touching his insides settled, inwardly cursing himself for letting her control so much of him.

Retracting back when she couldn't connect with him, she closed her eyes, tears coming out from her two (e/c) drops.

And during her suffrage she stared right at him, her melancholic face set before him, wordlessly showing her sorrow.

“Sosuke...” she said with a heave, reaching out to him again, “ Please Sosuke, look at me... please,” she begged him as his eyes shut tighter, his lips also pressed together harshly because he knew that without the pressure they’d tremble.

His two hands were both balled, ignoring her, using every fiber of his being to cast her presence aside.

- Discard her like she was common garbage.

“Sosuke, why?” she asked him, “Why are you doing this to me?” she asked him, her frantic pleas being disregarded by him.

She reached out to grasp at his collar, but her hands went through him, not reaching him for the answers and attention she begged for.

“What did I do wrong Sosuke?” she asked him, making his teeth grind against each other to the point it hurt.

‘Nothing...’ He thought to himself.

She hadn't done anything wrong, she had been perfect.

She gave in with her head hanging, stepping farther from him, the beautiful mirage before him cracking.

And in the truth that's all she had been, a mirage, nothing but a simple illusion of his.

She was a visual representation of his deep regret, a secret he held grave and still pondered over, revisiting far too often.

More than he should...

He would have wanted nothing more than to have her with him, right at his side, watching as all the pieces fall together perfectly. He would have wanted nothing more than to have someone he could truly trust, someone loyal to him rather than a snake that followed his every move with the goal of laying its venom.

He then decided to gaze upon her, finally looking towards her to find her staring at him with melancholic (e/c) eyes, ones he found utterly mesmerizing in every single way.

“Sosuke,” she started, taking a long breath, “ Did you love me?” she asked him, the white gown she wore changing before his eyes, morphing into the familiar uniform she had worn during her time in the soul society instead.

“- No.

...Do you still love me?” She said with wait, correcting herself.

His hand began to rise, going to touch her, but remembering just what would happen if he continued, he stopped.

“Yes,” he answered her, finally admitting to it with a single nod accompanied with his low voice.

He loved her,and much more than that, he missed her.

He ached for her.

A small smile, one that was plainly bittersweet went on display over her lovely face.

She said nothing afterward, but even with silence, she struck him.

Her (e/c) eyes stared right at him, focused on just his existence and nothing more.

They both knew what came next, and she didn’t beg him to keep her alive, to do what he hadn’t done in the past and spare her.

She didn’t do such a thing, because she wasn’t intent on staying.

- It had never been her plan.

Unlike before, he showed his inner turmoil, facing (f/n) with the same grief he had felt before, the one he swallowed down whenever there was remembrance of her.

He never let himself go so vulnerable, but because it was a final time, he wanted to give in just once.

He wanted to let himself give in to what he truly felt.

He wanted to be vulnerable and small for just a moment.

He knew it wasn’t really her. He knew (f/n) wasn’t really there, and even then it pained him. Even when he reasoned that it wasn’t the woman he loved and just some illusion, he still hesitated, his hands shaking.

‘ It must be done,’ He thought to himself, gripping the hilt of his sword, fingers curling over the emerald handle wrapping.

He would destroy her again, and this time for good.

And he’d make sure that this time around there was nothing was left.

“Don’t you want to know why?” He asked her, the question making the woman shake her head in refusal. “ It makes no difference,” she replied, “You know why Sosuke,” she added. “And I know why as well,” she said with amusement, her character doing a complete turn.

Because she seemed no longer saddened, but instead, happy... proud even.

A small smile curled the corners of his lips as he released a dry chuckle, “ Of course,” he said back.

“You wouldn’t let it go would you?” he asked the woman.

“I only follow you’re example,” she reminded him.

“So call my name, “ she told him, “ Call my true name and finish it off,” she advised, seeing the man’s hand begin to shake with how strongly he held the sword.

“It must be done,” she continued on, convincing him.

“Kyouka Suitegtsu, “ He said lowly, “ Shatter,” he muttered.

‘Shatter it all, finish her off,’

And with his command, the beautiful mirage shattered before him as his zanpakuto did as she was told.

‘Sosuke,’ Kyouka Suigetsu said softly, the voice going back to the one she normally used as she once again shared his body.

‘ You know It had to be done,’ She reasoned. ‘This pain shouldn’t be held...You must destroy everything that is hers, even the piece of your heart that holds her dear...’ She advised.

More than anyone else she knew of his suffering, but she also knew of his desires as well.

He couldn’t come so far to simply foil his own plans by simply doubting, making everything he’d done until then meaningless.

She was cruel indeed, but only because she loved him.

‘There’s just one thing that remains, ‘ She reminded him, urging him.

Nodding, he agreed.

His open palm closed, tightly clenching over the small pin in a mighty hold, using everything he had and crushing it easily.

There was a barely audible sound of it snapping, breaking into many pieces, tiny ones that not even the best craftsmen could piece back together, because only with only reversing time could he bring back the former beauty.

He couldn't have a weakness, and he couldn't have something to lose.

He could have the world in his hands, but in that existing plan, there wasn’t room for (f/n) to be kept there. So with his own mighty hand, he destroyed the last piece of the beautiful memory he had of her.

He destroyed what little part of his past that made him regret and feel sorrow.

Because there wasn’t room for her in his heart any longer, she could no longer be a desire of his.

The Hogyoku wouldn’t allow anything else but his full will.

- To regret was to falter, and to falter was to lose, giving up all he had worked for.

His clenched hand spread out, letting the shattered pieces fall to the cold ground, left to be forgotten like everything else that lay to waste on the sands of Hueco Mundo.

He stood up from his seat, moving forward, his sandaled feet stepping over the shattered remains, crushing it beneath his feet.

He stepped over her once again before making his journey to the battleground, the soft glimmer in his eyes disappearing before he stepped out.

He was almost towards his goal... just moments away.

With his transcendence towards an existence far surpassing that of both hollow and shinigami, he could never stand by such a small speck of existence.

She couldn’t be there, not without being destroyed at least.

He saved himself the pain, because her demise was inevitable, and he reasoned that it was better done by his own hands.

In the end, he destroyed the path for no return.

100 Years ago...

She cried out in suffrage, feeling her entire body burn from the inside out as though she were filled with bubbling lava rather than the scarlet liquid which oozed from her pierced skin.

Every inch of her figure spasmed with agonizing torture, the wounds she’d received before being nothing in comparison to the affliction she felt now.

And soon, both her fingers and her toes curled, crunching at their small joints, snapping repeatedly in pulsing motions as she tried to gain function of her limbs.

But whatever wicked spell cast upon her fought back, her body possessed by something powerful growing from within.

- It would all be just a fruitless struggle.

‘Why is this happening?’ She asked herself. ‘Why?’ she continued on, hacking up, feeling bile rise from her stomach, the swirling contents wanting to find an out through her gaping lips which were now pressed firmly tight.

Swallowing down the acidic contents, she hobbled forward, trying her best to keep herself up, trying her darnest to just make it out alive.

‘I have to fight this,’ She thought with determination, her teeth pressed firmly together as she locked her jaw fiercely, her brows driven down south to the lowest dip they could fall.

‘ I just have to,’ She told herself, however, her body began to grow heavy and beneath her own weight, her trembling knees buckled.

Falling onto them and landing on the ground with a crash, she fisted the dirt ground, feeling the small grains collect in her fingernails and push painfully against the skin.

‘No...’ She insisted as she continued to move forward, crawling.

And then something more than just pain built up within her, something she hadn’t truly felt before to such a magnitude.

Melting with the pain and torturous ache was spite.

Hate and spite, both sentiments in which she’d never truly bathed in began to drown her, suffocating her existence.

They began to eat at her, and with the more she felt the wretched feelings, the hotter her insides burned, like feeding fuel to a burning fire, making it grow with more fury.

“S-SOSUKE!” she screamed, crying out to him, reaching one of her hands out to the retreating shinigami, forcefully straightening her curled fingers out to try and reach him better.

If she could only touch him... if she could only know it was all some mirage, some nightmarish magic cast over her eyes...

- Because it just couldn’t really be him.

‘No...’

Not Sosuke, who’s eyes were like melted chocolate, sweet and warm, always looking onto her with what she had been certain was care.

She had been certain care was there when he’d offer to walk her home at night.

She had believed it existed when he invited her to watch the fireworks...Or when he wrapped his scarf around her the week before then, when it had been an unexpectantly chilly night.

His voice which had been one that was capable of melting ice had spoken to her, saying her name with what she could easily say would be love, chided her for not wearing another layer on what were cold nights.

She thought it had been there...

Love, from not just one from a man to a woman, but love that was true, pure-hearted.

- Love that had first grown from simple, sweet care.

“SOSUKE!!!” She said again, beginning to huff with rugged pants, panicking as her heart came to a halt, the momentary stop causing her alarm.

The heavy drumming of her muscle stopped playing, and she couldn’t understand why.

She couldn’t understand why any of it was happening.

‘Sosuke why?

Why ? why if we were friends?

Why if we were ... I thought…

I thought… ’

She wanted to believe it was all a nightmare, or at least some sort of wild misunderstanding, but as she saw him she was too much corruption.

She watched his vicious smile of overachievement and arrogance.

She witnessed his prideful gratefulness at his master plan.

Altogether, she saw a man she didn’t know and it angered her, all the possible explanations proving him innocent flying out the window.

Reason began to drain out of her as she soon saw red.

She saw what lay beyond the mask he wore, and she slowly realized that the person she so stupidly trusted was nothing more than treachery.

‘ Friends...No… it was all lies…

All lies…’

“All...this...time...”

The pain coursing through her body melded with betrayal, and became completely overwhelmed by growing spite and hate that soon take over.

What thread in which she’d held onto that kept her sane tore, leaving nothing behind of the loving innocence, or understanding soul.

“Traitor…” she rasped through her raw throat, “Sosuke….Sosuke you traitor…” She murmured over and over.

She could only utter a single name, a single person whose fault it had all been…

Her tongue dried and she couldn’t say nothing more but that dammed name, it being all she could utter out,

“SOSUKE...SOSUKE-AIZEN!”

A name she had only ever produced with a smile before then had became the bane of her existence.

Right at the center of her chest, occupying the space where her heart should lay, a vacant hole began to produce, opening wider as the seconds rolled by, quickly beginning to cover a grand portion of her chest.

Instantly, her hands flew to her hollowed out chest, feeling them go straight through.

Absolute horror washed over her before she cried out, no longer able to produce words.

Instead, the sound of a wild beast roared out from her wide open mouth, and with fury filled wrath she hollered out.

As she looked up again, she connected with him, the man who had become her only focus. Wordlessly, she continued to glare towards him with darkness, and moreover, a promise of rancorous vengeance.

She attempted to say his name once more, hisses and growls being released instead like the snarls of a muzzled beast.

She felt aching abomination towards him, one she didn’t hide as her now disgustingly animalistic golden orbs showed him beast-like bloodshed.

He eyed her with an impassive glance, catching a glimpse of what lay far further than the spite.

He caught sight of the heartbreak at his deception, because as enraged as the creature before him was, the eyes of it were flooded with much more emotions that treaded on the grounds of suffrage and woe.

Her eyes were glued to him, looking at nothing more than the sole lieutenant until her vision blurred.

Unwillingly, she drew the pained, golden gems up, setting them upon the barely recognizable crescent moon, its illumination blinding her before her world turned completely black.

And as her eyes rolled to the back of her head into darkness, she lost more than just her consciousness and will.

With a final heave, she was left motionless, the hollowfication process one she was unable to endure. And while of course, it had been the intention, he couldn’t help but be sorrow-filled.

Scattered at her sides were her friends, other victims of the cold-hearted betrayal in which had been carried on by none other than one of their own.

His heart felt no stir at gazing at them because they hadn't meant anything to him.

‘ But (f/n)...’

Aizen took a final glance back at her, letting his dark chocolate eyes stare over at her for a few prolonged seconds before turning away, by then having swallowed up far more than he could take.

His hand stayed tightly balled at his side and right at the center of the sweaty palm, pressing into the moistened flesh, was a small trinket.

Smeared in blood and faulty with missing gems, it was all he had left of her.

It was all he could carry with him now, her last memento.

He called it a reward, a token for his achievement when the young silver-haired fox asked him with curiosity. But of course, he’d lied. He did what he did best and hid his true heart.

Because it hadn't been some reward he took with himself.

He knew very well it wasn’t, and Kyougka Suigetesu was the only other soul that knew his truth.

At his cool reply to the younger apprentice, she had only sighed, a soft blue breath drawn from her as she could feel the aftermath of her master’s actions.

When her world began to fill with cold rain, she smiled softly, her two eyes slowly closing as she waited out the downpour.

The spirit had no say, she knew there was nothing to be done any longer.

She knew her master was a man who had already contemplated enough, and by then, his final decision irreversible.

‘I have no choice but to wait this rain out,’ She started, her head inclining back to gaze up at the night sky that surrounded her, the same crescent moon of that night being present for years to come.

‘You may tell all the lies you wish to master,’ She said reaching out her elegant hand up to the illumination, ‘but the rain is present, and in my chest, I can feel your heartache,’ She thought to herself, a stray tear falling down her pale cheek.

‘My world is nothing more than your hidden heart,’ She mused as she stared down at the pin in her hand, identical to the one he kept close to himself.

(f/n) (l/n), the third seat of the fifth squadron never gazed upon the night sky again, leaving her last moment of existence being filled with treachery, it being a moment filled with unmeasurable sorrow and loss.

She was just another one of his victims, one of his small stepping stones needed to skip over. But unlike every other subject he had used, some of which he didn’t bother to remember names of, Aizen Sosuke never forgot her.

Not her name, or her fragrance, and especially not the small shared moments between them, the same ones he claimed to have never cared for.

And among that, he couldn't bring himself to forget her final breaths, those few moments when their eyes connected and he saw true heartbreak, a result of what he had done to her.

And he wondered about so many things, such as the possibility that perhaps she came to love him.

He wondered if perhaps she had begun to see him as anything other than a subordinate or a friend.

Had she ever thought of him in that way?

Had the idea ever crossed her before?

Because he had thought of it too many times. Every time she came too close, he wondered just what would happen if he just took her hand in his.

Whenever the colder season came, he wondered how her lips would feel pressed against his, even if they were chapped, even if she tried her best to hide them when he stared too much at them.

He knew she had been embarrassed, thinking he was judging their appearance, but he had only been musing on testing them out, comparing them to the usual softness that they displayed over the rest of the year.

He’d wanted to be the one to know what they felt like during every season that passed.

He had loved her, far more than he would have ever cared to admit. And in all the years that passed, he had yet to let her finally lay at rest.

The foolish part of him which was still in love with the dead woman held onto her memory.

The small trinket in his hold was evidence of his lack of will, of his forsaken love.

- And he wasn’t the only one to keep her memory alive.

Shinji Hirako never let her go either.

He hadn’t thought of ever doing so, because to him, the young woman from all those years ago hadn’t been a burden in his path. And it wasn’t to say that she had been just a subordinate of him as well, because she was much more than that. Slowly but surely, she had wedged herself into not just his personal affairs, but his life as well, digging deep until she reached his heart, becoming someone he came to love wholeheartedly.

Love that was unconditional...Love that wasn’t littered with lies and betrayal, but mutual understanding and true wellness.

Needless to say, she had never been expendable to him, and if anything, became even more important after her death. Because after all the bloodshed and suffrage, she had become another reason to fight, another reason for revenge.

He felt the same shared spite the Visored did when they so much as mentioned the man’s name.

There was no question about it, and yet, in a sense, Shinji felt that somehow, they just couldn't understand.

As close as they all were, they just could relate to him and truly grasp at what was harbored in his chest.

For the former captain, it was different, the effects of the villainous betrayal leaving more than just a bitter taste in his mouth.

So, as he found his moment to stand before the dark-haired, brown-eyed successor of his former squadron, Shinji Hirako felt blinding rage. He felt the same burning fire in his veins he did when he realized they had been short one person upon their awakening.

He had looked for her, his first breath loud and labored as his eyes trailed all around him with anxiousness.

He had searched for her, remembering that on that night, she had trailed behind him, unknowingly heading straight forward to her demise.

What would have been if he had made her stay put..?

Would she had still been alive?

If he’d done his part as her captain, and much more as her friend, would she still be alive?

Was it just by a stroke of bad luck that she had been slain? or had he planned to take her out as well?

Had Aizen really been such a bastard to have killed the one person who so eagerly opened her arms up for him?

A whirlwind of questions stormed within him, and he became desperate for answers.

He recalled hearing her voice, the echo of it ringing in his ears being so ghastly, that at times that he felt like he was haunted.

She’d call out the name of the said man, saying it as though it was all she could muster, her voice strangled and weaved with despair and hurt.

She repeatedly said his name until she had no recognition of her former self.

‘ I can still hear you cry...’ Shinji thought to himself, ‘ And I can still hear you suffer... ’ He continued on, feeling his blood burn and sizzle, because during her time of demise she was crying because of HIM...

And even afterward it was present.

Her pain, as well as her tears, were all because of Aizen Sosuke, the traitor who only stared on, unmoved by her suffrage, unperturbed by her flowing tears.

‘No...No, he planned it...He planned it all,’ Shinji corrected himself after once again being before the man, instantly going back to that night as he caught sight of his dark eyes, the two chocolatey hue’s not having changed with time.

And at that moment he could also feel the ghosts of his fallen tears, the ones that had gone loose once he separated himself from the other visored because he was too ashamed to admit he was actually crying...too ashamed to shed tears before anyone.

That day, when he was able to come to his senses, he let everything fall, deciding to never go back to that pathetic state, deciding he wouldn’t be made a fool again.

He wouldn’t lose anyone else to the man.

Never again.

He’d wait for the moment to strike and retaliate. It then became all he could breathe, consuming him, becoming almost all he could think about.

Even when he smiled... even when he showed his amusement or joy, she was always there in the back of his mind, urging him to settle the score.

He couldn’t find true happiness knowing she’d been robbed of hers.

And of course, he knew nothing in the world could give them back their former lives. Nothing could reverse time, and moreover, absolutely nothing in the world could bring her back to him.

No amount of desire he had could fix it all.

They wouldn’t go back to their shared nights down at the bar, back when they’d get so drunk they’d sing together, unmelodic sounds and hollers making everyone else’s ears bleed.

He wouldn’t be able to peek at her as she draped a small blanket over him where he sat on his office chair, the sweet woman thinking he was just too tired to make it home.

It always made him smile.

And as much as he hated him, Shinji wouldn’t get back those nights shared with his former lieutenant either, back when the three would spend all-nighters. He’d especially miss when Aizen would say something under his breath, because it was certain it’d rouse a laugh out of his third seat, a laugh that would make both men crack a smile.

Even if it was at his expense, Shinji wouldn’t ever silence them, because he loved the sound of laughter they’d produce.

‘ They felt genuine....’ Shinji thought to himself as he thought of those short instances his eyes fell on his lieutenant, more specifically, his smile.

Aizen’s smile when he looked on at (f/n) felt genuine.

Hirako could swear upon it, that each and every uplift of the corners of his mouth were were true.

‘So then why did you murder her?!’ He continued on, biting his tongue, withholding the outburst. ‘Why the hell did they feel real?...’ He asked himself.

‘ Why did they feel real?!’

‘Why did I give you a second of doubt!’

Sakanade was in his hold, yet to be released, the power it held never having been a trick he revealed to the man before him, and fortunately for him, it was all to his own favor.

Hirako’s taupe-colored eyes sharply glared at the man at the other end of his blade as he held it within his steady hand.

Forcing a large toothy grin at the brunette, he lifted his chin up, feigning all the joy in the world, because he wouldn’t dare let the traitor see his pain. He wouldn’t allow Sosuke Aizen yet another form of victory, no matter how small it was.

‘ (f/n),’ Shinji thought to himself, for a moment the memory of her making him feel pain within his chest, traces of former happiness there as well, making it bittersweet.

‘ I know you won’t be able to come back.’ he told her, knowing she wouldn’t respond back to him. ‘... And I know I’ve been holding onto you far too long as well.’ he continued on. ‘ But I promise that after today, I’ll let you rest.’ he added.

‘ I swear to you... Even If it’s the last thing I do...I’ll make this bastard pay for what he did to us... for what he did to you...’ He continued on.

He’d be able to give her rest. In his own way, Shinji Hirako would give the woman peace.

Because he embraced the love he had for her, never once insinuating otherwise, not during her life, or even after death, eventually coming to believe she was what would fuel him to victory.

Meanwhile, the other man discarded and cursed the affection. Because Sosuke Aizen believed her to be his demise, something he should get rid of in order to succeed.

In memory of her, the visored swung his blade, his sharpened eyes never leaving his former lieutenant.

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BNHA Fanfic Recs

*excitedly appears out of no where *

FANFICTION!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17194118

Everyone knows the Mighties - the number one award ceremony for heroes, celebrating all their achievements over the past year. For Ochaco, it's also an experience that she'll treasure with Deku, to celebrate their relationship. Written for IzuOcha Week 2018, Bonus Day, on the theme of 'Warm Snuggles'. Cross-posted from Fanfiction dot Net.

THIS IS SO CUTE!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17554373

Midoriya Izuku became a journalist because he believed that it was the closest he could get to the Pro Heroes. Turns out he's about to get a whole lot closer.

- OR -

A and B are both looking for a movie to rent and, coincidentally, they have the same movie in mind! They reach for it at the same time and, oh, there’s only one copy left! After a few minutes of ‘oh, go ahead, you can have it’ from both sides, they agree to rent it and watch it together.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/19246474

Shouto Todoroki looks back on his friendships.

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13374642/1/Cheap-Little-Keychain

An Izuocha Roommates AU, because we need more of these two adorable kiddos. - A tender little moment between two teenagers on the verge of love...or maybe just embarrassment. Cross-posted on AO3

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13433840/1/Happiness-and-the-shape-it-takes

Eri smiles and sings. Mina notices something very, very interesting. Cross posted on AO3, tenthin a series of cute Eri one shots.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21657529

[Manga spoilers ] For Kyouka, music meant her haven. Each beat resonates with her heart’s and resounds life and emotions. Each symphony caresses or tickles her eardrums that pulls out one of her most sheltered smiles. The melody sways with her, overlaps with her being, ringing within her, with something deep inside her. Yet for the first time in her life, she finds her toes curling to the thought of playing music.

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13376595

Eri does something awfully curious. Izuku and Ochako don't know what to do about it. Cross-posted AO3, sixth in a series of cute Eri one shots.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21178805

He was doing that stupid Deku thing again. Smiling like it didn’t hurt.

Or: Lunch breaks are breaks for a reason; stopping some robbers should be a walk in the park for two seasoned pro-heroes. Unfortunately for Katsuki and Izuku, neither of those are true. Trapped underground, the only thing left is for old wounds to resurface.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21251159/chapters/50598734

Midoriya Izuku was a boy with dreams that weren't going to die anytime soon. By doing all that he could, he aims to be the first quirkless hero! Unfortunately, it seems that his supposed classmates kind of just.. um, got expelled?

Aka, Midoriya is born one year early and everything changes. Being the only student of 1-A is going to be quite the adventure.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21543886

Flowers have meanings right?, Let's see what a guy can do with them.

I saw a post on tumblr and then I had the urge to read Mirio/ Tamaki fanfics . This one was really sweet !

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21416593

Tamaki likes Mirio but is terrified of losing him as a friend. Friendly neighborhood lesbians do absolutely nothing, at least not directly.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/20542133

All Might gifts Izuku a present.{ This is based on the Manga chapter so a bit spoilers are there }

https://archiveofourown.org/works/20328427/chapters/48198775

After a bad diagnosis that paints an early death for Inko Midoriya, the kind mother does whatever she can to give Izuku a good life outside heroics. Buying a coffee shop? Check. Teaching her child how to run an analysis website? Done. Adopting a certain horned child using dubious means while ensuring they stay together? Already handled. Everything she did was to help him. After all, she may believe in Izuku's dream, but no one else did.

His mother passing away was a shock for Izuku. However, he has a coffee shop to manage, a website to run, and a traumatized child to raise. Heroics seems far away for the green bean, and he's accepted that. But just because he doesn't have a license, heroics runs deep in Izuku's soul, and soon he'll find that those that need a hero find him instead.

Now if he could just get Aizawa to stop bugging him for analysis's during his break.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/20551934/chapters/48784790

Owning a cafe that is frequented by many, heroes and civilians alike, isn't easy, but Midoriya didn't really mind. He had two kids to take care of, found many friends in the resident teachers and the resident explosive pomeranian.

But the boy is tangled up in things that most heroes wouldn't even want to go near.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21392233

Fate is not a kind mistress… until she is. Sometimes you find a family you didn’t know you had. A story you never knew needed to be told. A friend you thought you’d lost a long time ago. A secret that needed to be told. Toshinori Yagi is about to experience all of this. It’s about damn time, too.

(Toshinori-centric, Biological DadMight AU)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21404848/chapters/50995303

Toshinori Yagi is prepared to end it all, regretting letting the love of his life go in favor of his career. Now his career is over, and he's alone. Until he meets little Izuku Midoriya and finds familiarity in those beautiful green eyes.

ToshInko getting back together and becoming a family. No Quirks AU, Toshinori is an Action Movie star.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21129047/chapters/51275926

Corruption Attacks Another Major City!... After the disappearance of Yagi Toshinori and Midoriya Izuku, the Class A Villain, Corruption, has been seen attacking more and more cities. His motives are unknown to the public, but the Japanese police force is collaborating with the American Heroes and their police force and it is speculated that they have a possible motive…

Midoriya Izuku and Yagi Toshinori are being hunted by an old ally of All for One, Corruption. After getting attacked at a heroics function in LA, they drop off the map and go on the run to avoid Corruption's many informants and lackeys. Follow along for short snippets of their time on the run from strange convenience stores to the final fight with Corruption.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21421786

They've been on the run, living out of a van as they travel across America, hiding themselves from a villain who wants them both dead. Naturally, Toshinori has been a little on edge.

It doesn't help when he wakes up one night to find Izuku's gone missing.

Meanwhile, Izuku curses his horrible luck. Who ever knew a nosebleed could cause so much trouble?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21451318

The last time Izuku had brought a friend home, he’d been three years old. That had been over a decade ago, and Inko hadn’t thought it would happen again.

OR: Midoriya invites his friends home to meet his mom. Some old wounds are uncovered, but Inko is glad to see that her son has friends who support him

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13433832

Years in the future, Eri is on the cusp of adulthood. She takes one last look back, and faces her nightmares one more time. Cross posted on AO3, ninth in a series of cute Eri one shots.

[Manga spoilers !]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21492322

Class 1-A has been noticing something different about their teacher since the USJ Incident. Not bad different, just, Different. It fueled their gossip hours, just why did he keep dropping things? Midoriya gets a chance to find out.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21508843

It really wasn’t fair to be discriminated against for not being Gifted. Very few people actually had a Gift, and even fewer among them were able to make something of it. He only was looked down on at first since he ruined the village’s ‘Picture Perfect Generation’. After that… it became quite apparent that he didn’t mesh well with the other children. Kaachan being the only exception until they grew apart.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17802974/chapters/42003089

Getting crushed by falling building whilst shielding a little girl wasn't the worst way to die. Only, Midoriya's not quite dead yet. He still has so much to prove - to do - to finish! All Might gave him his power, but now look at him... how is Midoriya meant to be the next symbol of peace if he's stuck in a coma?!

Meanwhile, his future classmates are left to wonder... Who is student 18? And where is he now?

THIS IS BEAUTIFUL AND I LOVE IT !

https://archiveofourown.org/works/16722678

In this month's special feature, the Hero Deku spends a day with Modern Heroes Monthly to discuss breakfast diners, boring patrols, and what it means to be the hero ranked number one.

(This fic was written for the Big Damn Heroes Zine)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21511909

This class hurt. Shouta would never admit it, but more than anything, 1A hurt to teach, to be around, to look after. He’d never seen such comradery between a whole class before, not even one he’d taught. They knew each other inside and out, care for each other, loved each other like a family.

Which is why it hurt so much knowing one of them wouldn’t graduate.

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Shouta can teach kids to save the world, but he can't teach them to save themselves.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21314554

Class 1-A were granted permission to have a sleepover in the common room but the night takes a turn for the worse as soon as Aizawa steps through the door from a night out on patrol.

Let the panic commence.

Until next time ~

#bnha fanfic recs #boku no hero academia fic rec #boku no hero academia #bnha fanfiction #bnha

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