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Family Comes From Many Seed

Summary

Midoriya Izuku knew he was weird, it had been burned into his brain from the moment he entered this world: most parents whispered about it, his mom reminded him about it, his dad left because of it, and Kacchan teased him for it. He spent the first six years of his life being reminded how he was a strange little boy who couldn’t even get being a child right. Now, this strange man chose him, after some convincing. He wanted the weird little kid no one cared for, and he didn’t know how to feel about it. Izuku didn’t understand him, but Aizawa didn’t seem too keen on leaving.

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After years of being treated like the dirt people walk on, Izuku suddenly has to deal with being removed from the only home he knows and being taken in by a strange man. He doesn’t feel like dirt with him, maybe Aizawa is a good sign?

Notes

For writerllofllworlds.

This is written for cre8ive.mango, writerllofllworlds, from TikTok based on their Little Sprout Au. This is also my own perception of the idea they have shown, so please do not become upset. I also love Momma Inko but I tried writing this with Dead Inko and couldn’t manage it.

Also, this has descriptions of verbal and physical abuse. Please do not read this if you can not handle that. If you are gonna go past my extra warning then be prepared for the longest one-shot I've posted on this site.

Here is a playlist I made for the story!

Word Count - 10, 533

From the moment he was born, Izuku knew he was different. His teeth grew slower, his shoes never fit right, and even his doctors said his body was different. He didn’t understand why it made him different but everyone else seemed to agree this was wrong. His auntie would make little comments on how he seemed to have a little too much baby fat, mentioning how Kacchan already lost most of his by the age of three. He didn’t understand why that was so weird.

His mom said she’d been a chunky toddler and that it didn’t mean anything, but his dad thought otherwise. It was just one of the many things that led to him leaving. Around Kacchan’s fourth birthday, the blonde’s quirk came in and everyone seemed to be expecting he would get one just as soon. Honestly, Izuku just thought Kacchan’s pops were cool. The sparks of light reminded him of his dad’s fire breathing but he really wanted to get his mom’s quirk.

His mom could pull small things towards her and honestly, it was the best thing ever. She used to ramble about how she could pick him up with her quirk when he was a newborn. He thought it was amazing then but, now, he realizes it wasn’t very safe for a baby. Her quirk would be less destructive than his father’s and honestly, he preferred being safe.

Only… His third birthday came and passed, with no signs of his quirk. He remembered her taking him to the doctor in December during the break and being told to be patient. His dad refused and his mom seemed to as well. His parents had developed their quirks early, Hisashi had been born with his, and Inko’s had developed when she was two. They both thought it made sense for him to develop his quirk just as soon.

Izuku was compliant with the x-ray, blood tests, and urine samples. He thought it was weird but Momma said it was for a reason, so he did as he was told. They said a bone in his foot meant he wouldn’t develop a quirk, but he showed signs of quirked cells in his blood. He didn’t understand how it worked but they kept saying he wasn’t gonna get a quirk. He would be anything but normal, no matter how hard he tried.

When they returned home from the appointment, his mom immediately sent him to his room. He felt so confused and conflicted with everything he just listened to her. He hid away in his room, passing by his father who watched him expectantly, before turning to his mother. He closed the door slowly, even though he was still so little he knew how to occupy himself since mom and dad were busy a lot but the whispers of words through the walls got louder in moments. He had curled up in his bed, hiding under all his blankets and clutching his All Might plush close to his chest, trying to ignore the harsh words his parents exchanged.

Their couplet of voices blended into one beast, for what felt like hours, before a slam and a small crash ended it in mere seconds. The silence made his ears ring with how it filled their still apartment. He could hear the people upstairs walking and speaking, clearly concerned about all the noise. Izuku took a few minutes before sitting up and slipping off his bed. He held back a small whimper as his bare feet touched the carpet, not wanting the floor underneath to creek.

He slipped the door open, peeking out the door, seeing his mother sitting on the floor in front of the genkan with her face bright red and puffy. Concern flooded any form of fear as he stumbled forward towards her, his small thuds making her gaze shift to him. “M-Momma… I-i’m sorry I-”

“Don’t say another word.” His mother’s voice interrupted in a harsh whisper. He began to tremble in response as he froze up and brought his outstretched hand to his chest.

“But…” Izuku continued as she looked at him. Her bright eyes seemed dull, angry, no longer holding the kindness she usually bled with. It was frightening and her sharpening glare made him stop mid-sentence

“Go.” She said softly at first, the tension clear in her quaking voice, making him stumble back at the harshness. He wasn’t used to being spoken to with so much hate. He felt tears threaten his eyes, hesitating to step away despite how threatening the atmosphere had become. He watched as her body straightened, her eyes getting more pointed and upset.

“Do what I say Izuku!” His mom quickly shouted, he didn’t expect a shard of a broken vase to be thrown in his direction. He curled in on himself instinctively, a flash of pain entering his dominant hand before it covered his face. He looked down at his hand with a small whimper. He watched as his mom’s eyes widened and bright red dripped from his palm. There was a gash on the side of his hand, just under his pinkie but not too far down.

He felt completely frightened as he stared in horror at the injury before bursting into sobs as he rushed towards his bedroom. He didn’t pay any attention to his mom but he heard her speak up. “I- I’m-” Her voice was panicked at first, full of shock before it shifted, her anger starting to bubble up as it became harsher. “D-don’t act like this is my fault! You should have listened to me!”

Izuku closed the door behind him as he slid down to the carpet, holding his bleeding hand to his chest as he cried. He didn’t know how to take care of wounds but he knew he needed bandages. Sobs left him as he pinned his back against the door and listened to her heavy footsteps. The sounds thudded loudly and almost overwhelmed his noises as he moved to crawl towards his desk. Momma had always made sure he kept some medical stuff in his room, wanting him to have some just in case.

He took some of the big bandages and wrapped the wound with it. He was shakily crying as he looked down at his floor, the small blood drops already staining the light blue carpet. He curled up under his window, eyes watching the front door as he shook from his adrenaline. He stayed like this until his mother slipped the door open

“I’m so sorry… I’m so sorry Izuku.” She started as she stepped into his room. He watched as she made her way over to him, a whimper leaving him as she cried a little bit. He ended up letting her take care of his wound while she apologized the entire time. He had no idea this was the start of the worst years of his life.

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Izuku was pretty used to everything after all these years, it probably seemed dumb or like an overreaction. He’s been dealing with the drinking, verbal, and physical abuse since he was almost three so it made sense to adapt to it. He has always been a pretty smart kid and quick to come to a solution. At least, that's what his mom used to say.

His father had left after his appointment, not wanting a quirkless son. His mom was pretty pissed about it so she took to drinking. When she wasn’t… out of it, she cared for him. He loved his mom and she did too but… When she got intoxicated she always flipped a switch, she would yell and cry before either going to bed or getting more upset and switching to violence. She often apologized in the morning after everything and would tend to any wounds he had but she’d go to work and then the cycle would repeat once she got home.

His daycare never seemed to care about the bandages, after all, his mom was a hard-working woman whose husband left. Why would she take it out on her kid? When he moved to elementary school, he was treated rather negatively, his quirk still hadn’t developed and he, seemingly, showed no signs of one either. So it wasn’t a surprise he was considered an outcast.

Underneath everything, Izuku knew what his mom was doing was wrong. Hurting people and apologizing later, while promising to change, only to constantly break said promise wasn’t a good thing. He didn’t want to admit his mom was a bad person, she was his mother after all, but, even as a little kid, he knew this was wrong. She was wrong.

He spent most of his free time hidden in his room, not wanting to accidentally upset his mother and make her explode at him. He would just sit on the floor and scribble down answers and do his homework. He spent so much time on his own since he had nothing better to do than learn. He would read books and learn about all sorts of things. It was something he did enjoy, having always been a curious child no matter the circumstance.

Izuku had a feeling something was gonna be coming. Last month for his birthday, his mom told him she was gonna get help. She claimed she was gonna stop drinking but so far it hadn’t been going well. She’d barely managed two days without returning back to her drunk coping. She managed to keep from hitting him for the last couple of weeks since December but she was trying to get sober once more.

He originally expected her to last a day or so once she started to try again in January, but, after the week, he actually felt hopeful. His mom had kept her promise and she was actually gonna manage it. He was reluctant to trust it since nothing ever seemed to stick when it came to good things, but he loved his mom and she was trying so hard to make her new year's resolution happen.

Some would call him a people pleaser or naive for falling for his mother’s attempts but he couldn’t help it. Little kids, at least the ones like him, crave love and want to have a proper relationship with their parents. He really wanted his mom to be how she was when he was younger. He wanted back the mother who hugged and cuddled him when he had nightmares, made him dinner, and didn’t hurt him. She used to burst into tears if she accidentally bumped into him.

He was anxious as he waited to be picked up Friday evening. His mom had been a little snappy this morning and he knew it was because of her withdrawal, he’d looked up what it was called because it caused a lot of struggle. Izuku knew she didn’t mean to be so harsh, she just didn’t feel good because she wasn’t drinking anymore.

She didn’t pick him up from school anymore, because she was always intoxicated, and she’d done it all week because she’d been sober. When his aunt showed up, telling him she was picking him up, he knew something bad was gonna happen. Most addicts would hit a rock bottom, at least, that's what his research said before they would manage to completely quit.

He quietly slid in next to Kacchan, sitting on the extra booster seat she always kept for him. Kacchan was just about big enough to no longer need his but he knew the blonde threw a fit about it most days when his mom refused to let him sit like a big kid. He pulled the door shut, looking over towards the school building. He knew better than to try and talk with Kacchan since he’d snap at or ignore him.

When Mitsuki got into the car and began to drive, he felt his nerves start to spike as they inched closer to his home. He knew she was taking him to hell, she drank like crazy when she suffered a relapse, since his mom showed her signs of one. He watched as the unnamed stores and random houses got more familiar, turning into the grocery store and other apartment buildings. He was shifting nervously as they pulled into the parking lot.

He unbuckled himself, giving a nervous smile, before slipping out of the small car as Mitsuki did the same. “Stay in the car Katsuki, let me walk you little ‘Zuku.” She said softly. Her smile made him want to melt, not used to such blatant kindness anymore. Izuku didn’t want her to see his mom, not when she wasn’t herself, since it would ruin the years of connection they’d made. He gave a small smile at her protective nature before shaking his head.

“I’m okay Auntie, Momma had a headache this morning. She’s napping.” He told her. He knew she cared a lot about his mother. She wouldn’t disturb her if it risked making her feel worse.

“Oh, well alright, but tell your mother we need to meet up for coffee soon! We haven’t done that in a hot minute.” She told him with a small chuckle. He was pretty used to her laughing since even when she was mad she’d break into laughter. It gave her a few weird looks most of the time, but she never cared. His aunt never let anyone dictate her. It was inspiring.

He gave a nod as he turned to head towards the stairwell, knowing he had a few flights to climb and that she’d watch as he went. He held his bag straps as he bounced a little, trying to seem happy to be home. After all, what first-grader wouldn’t enjoy returning home? He gave her a small wave off the balcony once he got to his floor, watching as she began to pull her car from park and leave the lot.

Izuku crept towards the front door of their apartment before quietly opening the door. He immediately got a whiff of alcohol as he stepped onto the genkan and peeked inside. Nothing greeted him other than the smell. There were no words, running water, a busy kitchen, or anything. He anxiously closed the door behind him and slipped his shoes off, tucking the red high tops into the shoe rack.

“M-Mom? A-are you h-here?” He asked softly as he started to step onto the carpet. He heard movement deep in the apartment as he moved closer to the living room. He watched as his mom stumbled out of her room, one of his father's old shirts on and baggy sweatpants. She had clearly spilled her wine on the shirt, deep red staining the light gray fabric.

“What.. are you doing here!?~” She slurred out as she pushed all of her weight into the door frame. He could see a wine glass floating near her as she stumbled. He was scared. She’d never immediately react. There was always some sort of trigger, an accidental slip, or something. She never did this. He didn’t know what this would entail.

Izuku shook as he stepped forward, unsure as he moved a little closer to his bedroom. He could feel the tension as he instinctively held his hand. The first injury she’d given him scared on his palm, a permanent sign of when things were ruined. “M-momma… I’m-” He started before she snapped.

“Don’t you… Dare even move.~” His mother called out, heading towards him with a flushed face. She stood in front of him, and grabbed his non-dominant arm, before pulling him towards the kitchen. He couldn’t help but cry out when she did this.

“Momma! L-let go!” Izuku began to beg as he was pulled. He tried to struggle within seconds, whining as she continued to force him around. She didn’t respond as she used his light weight to throw him forward. He tried to brace himself as he collided with the pantry, banging the back of his head and catching one of his fingers on the corner.

He broke into small sobs as he brought his hand to his chest. The scar he had spilt in half, the gash being further up and across his palm while it crept onto his pointer finger. He couldn’t help crying from the pain as his hand throbbed and dripped blood.

Izuku brought his gaze to her eyes, he didn’t see a smidge of sympathy through her anger. Normally he could at least pick up a bit of it, but not this time. It wasn’t like anything she’d done before. He could tell she was mad, more than ever, and that's what scared him. She never got this mad. Not at him, his father, not at anyone.

“M-momma, I’m sorry!” He called out swiftly as she grabbed his shirt. He squirmed as she lifted him up, kicking his legs as he sobbed away. He was very frightened as she brought him towards the sink. He could see one side was full of clean dishes and the other was empty. He trembled as she turned the sink on.

His breathing began to pick up as she slipped the drain plug in. He started to realize what she was doing, panicking as he spoke up. “Momma! Don’t!” He Izuku shouted at her before he tried to squirm out of her hold. He was shaking as he kicked his legs before trying to figure out how to get out of his situation. He was sobbing a little bit as he looked towards his feet as the water got higher and higher up.

“You have… to learn a lesson Izuku!” She slurred out as she brought him closer to the sink. “I told you… To stay quiet!” His mother swore to him before she grabbed a fistful of his curls and shoved his face into the filling sink.

Izuku tried to catch some air before being forced into the water, but he failed immediately. He took in a large gasp of water immediately without meaning to. He felt so scared as he shifted and tried to pull his head out as he kicked his legs. Her hand pushed against his back, forcing his head down into the rising liquid. She let go of his hair and then instead grabbed the front of his face and pulled him from the water.

He coughed the water up, feeling his wet school shirt cling to his skin. Izuku was worried she’d go too far, so with her hand so close to his mouth he bit down across her fingers. He trembled as she dropped him, coughing as he listened to cuss words slip from her mouth. He took the moment of her distraction to bolt for his bedroom. He was panting and frightened as he heard her look towards him.

“Get back here!” His mother called out as he slammed the door closed behind him. He coughed up some water as he turned his bedroom lock, locking him in his room and her out. He was a trembling mess as he listened to her jimmy the lock to try and get into the room. “Let me in Izuku!”

He continued to force up water, stumbling over to his window with small sobs. He was scared about whether he was able to get out. She wasn’t gonna be able to calm down, he could get hurt to the point she goes too far. Bangs sounded out behind him as he went ahead and pushed the door open. Her shouting started to blend into the background, static filling his head as the smell of fresh air overwhelmed him.

He could hear her start banging on the door so he was quick to turn around. Izuku grabbed some bandages from the first aid and began to wrap up his hand, proceeding to return to the window, quietly looking down. He was only three floors up so the drop wouldn’t be too horrible. A shaky sound left him as he gave a whimper before moving to climb up the window sill.

He let his legs dangle as he felt the winter wind blow against his drenched hair and shirt. He looked at the tree standing within his reach before his door was forced open. The noise made him flinch and jump forwards, grabbing onto the branch as his mom spoke up. “Get your ass back in here Izuku!” She called out to him.

His momma never used mean words like that, so he was swift to try and get closer to the ground. He scraped up his belly on the trunk as his grip slipped, landing a little rough before he turned and bolted towards the open street. He could feel grass turn to the asphalt under his socked feet as he ran. He was shaking as quietly cried. He didn’t wanna hurt his mom but he couldn’t handle her doing this. He was terrified she’d mess up and go too far.

Her yelling started to fade into the distance as he made his way into an alleyway. Izuku knew they weren’t safe and gross, but he didn’t wanna get found. He was panting as he slowed down, his feet stinging from most likely an ungodly amount of glass cuts or something. He’s seen broken bottles on the streets before so it wouldn’t surprise him if it was all over the streets.

He could hear people around him, most likely a collection of homeless folks and villains, but they weren’t his main focus. He just needed to get away for a while. He needed to be safe. He understood his mom was very upset. She was pissed and drunk so he had no idea how long it would take for her to calm down and stop being so upset. She needed to stop all of this.

Izuku trembled as he worked to catch his breath. He went ahead and leaned against a wall, softly crying to himself. He was absolutely unsure if he should do anything, he couldn’t go home and if he went to his Aunt’s place she’d probably just take him home. On top of that, it would be the first place his mom would check. He knew that being out was dangerous even when you were a big kid and he wasn’t anywhere close to that yet.

The walls were lined with bricks and he could smell a combination of vomit and beer all around him. He knew about the bars in the area. His mom had mentioned them a few times since for the first while she didn’t drink at home, but after a few weeks, she realized it was cheaper than the bars. The sounds of hustle and bustle began to flood his surroundings after what felt like only a few minutes, but he knew by the fact his hair was damp and his shirt was dry that it had been a few hours.

He was tired and his hand was pretty cold. The bandages were rather red by now and he knew it was horrible. His research had led to a lot of random facts and he knew that blood loss was a bad thing. He looked around a little, the area was surprisingly quiet other than the loud sounds of adults on the main streets.

Izuku could feel his stress rising at the moment. He didn’t have a phone so no one could locate him through it. He could easily be kidnapped by someone and end up in a far worse situation. He felt like breaking down once more at how pointless his escape was. No matter what he was doomed from the start.

He couldn’t help but curl into himself, he was so scared of people getting close to him. He didn’t wanna be hurt or taken by people with bad intentions. The smallest noises around him began to make him tense and the string grow tighter as they got closer. He could tell no one was heading towards him but as he felt adrenaline pump through his blood, his hearing went fuzzy again as it had in the apartment.

Izuku started to notice his chest tightening and his head hurt, he couldn’t breathe as he squeezed his eyes shut. Nothing could manage it. He trembled as he curled up and lay against the wall more. The noises around him started to get louder and he covered them. Everything was too loud and he couldn’t help crying out as the noise overwhelmed him.

He pushed his hands against his ears without much care for his hurt hand, wanting the loud noises to stop. He could feel his legs pushing against his chest and blood dripping down his chin as he irritated his wound. He cracked his eyes open as a small thud sounded near him in the alley.

He didn’t expect to make eye contact with a woman. Her face was blurry and her lips were moving but her voice was completely dead to him. He couldn’t understand her but he began to grow dizzy as a soft mist seemed to form around her. He didn’t recognize her at all but something told him the lady was a pro. The fact he had used some form of, by his guess, a quirk told him as such. He felt himself getting drowsy as she sat down across from him.

Izuku sat up a little bit as he sniffled and rubbed his eyes. His head was dizzy and he watched the woman in front of him slowly lift up her hands. “Sorry, I had to use my quirk to calm you down.” She said calmly. Her voice was gentle but something about it seemed more grown than he expected, all while holding a calming undertone to it. He gave a small nod as the woman’s mist seemed to fade. He felt the noise stay soft and he quietly looked toward his feet.

He felt a hand grip his wrist, it was gentle but clearly had some callus. He rubbed his eyes with his free hand as he let the lady examine his bandages. He winced as he felt her fingers brush against the open wounds before having the woman remove the wrapping. He sniffled as he observed the hero pull a flashlight from her belt and shine it on his hand. He heard a sympathetic hiss escape her as she spoke up.

“Shoot… That must have been a nasty fall.” She said with a small huff, clearly not realizing it wasn’t from an accident, but she seemed very remorseful. His eyes drifted down as he sniffled and nodded a little. He was tired and honestly, he didn’t wanna be out in the cold anymore. He moved his feet, feeling his skin brush against the concrete due to the holes.

Izuku watched as the woman looked down at his feet, noticing he was barefoot as she seemed to consider the possible reasons. He quietly rubbed his eyes as the woman got to her feet. The lady didn’t even say anything before her hands met his underarms and he was lifted into the air. A squeal left him as he kicked a little being wedged into an opposite piggyback hold, his thighs holding her weights as she placed both arms under him for support... He wrapped his okay arm around her neck and let the dark-haired woman take his hurt one. “I’m pro hero Midnight, can you tell me your name, honey?”

He sat up a little while looking around a bit, he wasn’t used to positive nicknames, before quietly nodding. “Izuku…” He said softly as he looked over the lady’s warm shoulder. He watched the alley as Midnight began to remove him from it. He trusted her for some reason. He didn’t know why but, something about her just bled with it. He found himself more distrustful of women in comparison to men and it was probably because his mom was his abuser, even if it was only when she was drinking.

“It’s nice to meet you Izuku-Kun, can you tell me why you’re out here?” He heard the woman mutter into his hair as she went ahead and gently bounced him. He didn’t really understand why Midnight was doing this. It made him relax and feel more at peace with the gentle touch she gave. It was a big change from when his mom was drunk.

Izuku rested his head down, feeling as if he was moved. “How old are you, Izuku-kun?” She asked quietly as he felt warm eyes shift and turn to him.

“I’m six…” He responded as he went ahead and huffed as he quietly leaned against her a bit more. He was tired and the lady’s comfort really made him wanna just melt into him to sleep. He heard Midnight hum as she nodded a little before he felt her move one hand from under him to his back. He didn’t expect a small back rub to start and his shoulders fell slacker at the sensation.

“I’m gonna take you to the station and we’ll find your parents-” He heard the woman start to say but he couldn’t help but quickly interject.

“No! I can’t!” Izuku called out. He knew better than to just go back home as he pulled from Midnight a tad. He felt the lady flinch and her grip loosens a little bit. He looked up as he saw her face twist in multiple emotions. He sniffled as he shook his head and spoke up. “I-i can’t h-handle it anymore…” He added softly as he rubbed his eyes and looked behind himself towards the end of the street.

“Can’t handle what anymore?...” Midnight asked softly as she went ahead and stopped for a moment. He felt her shift him to her hip as she held his injured hand up. “Did your parents do this?” She asked softly as he saw her get a little more visibly worried.

He was scared to respond. What if he got in trouble or the woman just refused to take him somewhere safe? “Momma… Momma drinks… She tried to stop… B-but she went too far t-this time…” He whispered in response as he gave a tiny whimper. Izuku felt anxious that she wouldn’t believe him or do anything about it. He watched her furrow his eyebrows and her lip thin into a line before she swiftly switched it to a gentle smile

He felt his regret immediately flood him as he curled up a little bit and whimpered as he softly felt her begin to change direction. “Okay, no need to dwell on that, I’m going to take you to the hospital so that gash can be checked out.”

“Okay… Midnight-san…” He whispered as he moved to lay his head back on the woman’s shoulder. He softly bounced as she walked, starting to relax a little more at having a comforting situation.

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The walk took around thirty minutes and Izuku would have dozed off if it wasn’t for Midnight keeping him up. He could understand why considering the likely blood loss from his hand. He gently burrowed his head into the crook of her neck as they stepped into the hospital. A nurse was quick to have him moved to the emergency room since he was so little and the gash was bad enough.

She followed him as they did this and it all seemed to pass in a blur. He was so exhausted as he was treated. The doctors ended up having to give him a few stitches and saw a small bruise on the back of his head. He didn’t know what Midnight told the staff but he saw a few cops come and go from his room. He was rather anxious about it as he quietly tried to not doze off since they were asking him a mix of questions and the pain meds were making him really sleepy.

Izuku took around 10 minutes to answer questions before he began to doze off. He watched as Midnight gave him a small smile as he fell asleep. He felt rather comfortable with the situation since she was peaceful.

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When he began to wake up the sound of Midnight’s voice. She seemed to be on the phone as he sat up a little bit. The stitches on his right hand and finger were covered in some bandages. It was surprisingly not very bulky and he knew he could probably move his hand if it wasn’t for the risk of ruining his stitches. He rubbed his eyes as her words became understood him. “My place isn’t really all that child appropriate Sho’ I’m literally an R-rated hero.” She explained to the person on the other end of the line.

He could hear a deeper voice over the phone, it was very muffled but as he tried to focus on it he noticed all the sounds around him growing in volume. Izuku whimpered as he brought his hands up to his ears once more, beginning to cover them before she turned towards the door. Her voice seemed a little louder but her volume had clearly not changed. “I think he might have some kind of hearing quirk, you’d be good for that. Hizashi would just kill his ears and you’re quiet! Plus, he seems weary of women. He didn’t want to let any of the female nurses or doctors touch him. Please.”

He listened as she began to beg the man on the phone and continued to cover his ears. He didn’t expect the other end to suddenly be discerned by him. “I’m literally the worst person for this, I suck with kids Nem!” The Sho’ guy responded to her. Her response was quick though and seemingly well thought out.

“You do not, Oboro used to whine about how good you were with them! He was hella envious.” Midnight said in a hushed whisper as her eyes met his. He blinked a little as she gave a small sigh. “Look… He’s up now, just… Come here so you can get him, he can’t go home.” She said softly before ending the call.

“Hey, kiddo…” She whispered as she sat on the end of the hospital bed, quietly smiling at him. “You’ve only been out for about an hour or so.”

He rubbed his eyes as he sat up a small bit and proceeded to nod a bit. “Okay..” He would admit his words were a little soft and he seemed kinda weak. He was tired as he looked up at her before turning back to the door. “Is my momma… In trouble?” He asked softly as he began to fidget out of nerves.

“Your mom hasn’t tried to come to see you since we got here… I understand you’re scared but she isn’t going to be allowed near you until we can prove you’re safe.” Midnight told him as she brought a handover. He flinched as a calm weight rested on his knee and she quietly pulled her hand away. “Sorry, kiddo…”

He was unsure of what to do as he curled up a little bit and lay on his side near her. He didn’t allow his head to lay on her, but after a moment her hand began to brush through his curls. It relaxed him down completely as he softly melted into the sensation.

Izuku was pretty sure he had dozed off after a moment as but when he opened his eyes once more another person had joined them in the room, a man with long black hair and deep gray eyes. He sat up a little, the soft chatter the two adults had stalled once Midnight seemed to notice his head shift. “Hey honey, did you sleep well?” She asked.

He rubbed his eyes as he nodded a little and brought his eyes to the man across from them. He wasn’t entirely sure who he was or what the man entailed for him. He was anxious as a small whimper left him before she spoke up once more. “This is Aizawa, he’s a friend of mine and he’s gonna be taking care of you for a few weeks.” She explained.

Izuku couldn’t help the small whine that left him. He didn’t know if he could trust him, the man was new and he didn’t seem like a very warm person with his sharp jawline and exhausted expression. He was completely unsure if he could trust him but the way she spoke with him made him want to trust her judgment. He watched as she explained some things, mainly just mentioning how Aizawa was a pro and that he was a pretty quiet man.

All of the sudden, within the hour, a callous hand was gently holding his bandaged hand. He was walking with the man as he felt fabric brush against his knees from the large hoodie Aizawa had asked him to put on. He had explained that it was because of the cold and since he was so small. He didn’t mind it as he followed after him, looking around and at the small black car they approached.

“I don’t have a car seat, so I hope you don’t mind sitting without one for this trip?” He asked simply. The man’s voice was raspy as he opened the car door and the smell of coffee hit him like crazy. He gave a huff as he went ahead and got into the seat.

“It’s okay..” He whispered as he began to buckle himself in and quickly placed his hands in his lap as Aizawa closed the door. He could hear him walking towards the front seat before the door opened and he slipped inside as well.

Izuku watched as he began to drive after taking care of the car things adults did. He wasn’t really all that aware of how cars worked but he knew he’d learn a little later in life. He gently kicked his legs as he went ahead and moved his focus to the window, choosing to zone out as buildings and lights faded into blurs as they drove.

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They ended up pulling into an apartment complex after not too long where Aizawa was quick but gentle, to bring him up to the floor his residence was on. He felt a little nervous about it as he went ahead and followed him, clinging to his hand nervously at the uncomfortable surroundings. He didn’t know how to feel about the area as he listened to his keys jingle and the doorknob twist.

The house was a lot nicer than he expected it to be, a soft gray couch decorated with throws and a few fur-covered blankets. The cream carpet reminded him of his bedroom as they stepped onto the genkan and he slipped his shoes off. Once his gaze finished lingering on the floor he looked up to see something Izuku adored.

He gave a tiny squeak, trying to keep his sudden joy at bay as Aizawa looked towards him and two cats clambered over to them both. He had always had a secret infatuation with pets and cats had always caught his attention. They are so nimble and could fit in the strangest places that he couldn’t help but be curious about how they spend their time. The internet said they nap most of the time, which he knew, but he wanted to know what they did when they were up and away from people.

He felt the man take his hurt hand and carefully lead it toward the furry felines. Izuku froze as he watched them sniff and stifled his giggles as whiskers tickled his skin. He wanted to pet him, but he wasn’t sure if he could, the gray tabby pushing against his legs as the cream-based turtle shell scented his hand was enough he couldn’t stop a bright smile. A part of him completely forgot that Aizawa was there as his inner child got a moment to be adored.

He was tugged towards the couch and followed without taking his eyes off of the cats. He could barely hear the soft chuckling in front of him as his eyes shifted with the animals while they tailed behind him. A yawn left him as they got closer to the couch, a hand resting in his curls as he relaxed a little bit and leaned against the man next to him. He felt him tense at first, only for a split second, before he was picked up and placed on the couch.

“You should sleep, Nem told me you have a rough day.” Aizawa’s simple words, combined with the previous action, were enough to slip him from his mental haze. Now that he mentioned it, Izuku felt absolutely exhausted. He rubbed his eyes as the man gave a pat to the pillow beside him and, obeying the clear sign, laid his head down with a huff.

He looked towards him as the man pulled one of the many blankets up and over his shoulders. He could feel his eyes growing heavy by the moment as he shifted to get comfortable before the tabby cat seemed to hop up near his legs. He felt a light pressure laying against his feet so he figured it was laying down there. He let his eyes slip close slowly, watching as he was tucked and watched, glad someone seemed to be showing proper care and maybe even love for him, even if it wouldn’t be for long.

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Izuku was surprised when he woke up warm and on a couch. His hand was hurting as he sat up and rubbed his eyes. A tiny meow caught his attention as he looked behind him as the tabby cat moved from behind him. He guessed it pushed off his legs as he brought them over the edge. He gave a soft huff as he began to stretch and tried to walk around a little. His feet were covered in small bandages from the cuts and scrapes from when he had been running.

He peeked into the kitchen, quietly blinking when he couldn’t see anyone around. He then glanced back behind him towards the hallway. He quietly began to creep down it to where he could hear quiet speaking. He pushed the door open a little, giving a tiny noise.

“I’ll call you later Hizashi, he’s gonna wake up before too long,” Aizawa told the other voice before hanging up before the man could speak. He stifled a small giggle as he turned towards the door and, unfortunately, him. “Oh, Izuku… Hey.” He said softly, looking nervous and unsure as he stepped towards the door.

Izuku gave a small wave and nodded a little as he brought up his harmed hand. He watched as the man gave a small noise before moving closer. “Shit, forget I said that. I probably need to give you another dose of pain meds.” He muttered as he ran the bridge of his nose and slipped the door open. Quickly, he got out of the way to allow Aizawa to pass by him as the man headed towards the room down the hall. He watched the door slip open and quietly stepped over to see him get something from the cabinet.

He took the medicine without much complaint as he sat back on the couch and sighed. He was tired as he rubbed his eyes and watched Aizawa head into the kitchen. “I’ll make some breakfast really quick, does soup sound alright?” He asked calmly.

Izuku nodded in response as he kept his hands in his lap and moved to start petting the tabby as they climbed into his personal space. He wasn’t too sure of what to do with it as he began to brush his fingers through its fur. As time began to pass, he felt the pain in his hand slowly fade and the purring the cat gave off made him feel grounded and filled all his senses.

He wanted to take another nap as he felt the pain meds kick in and the soft sounds of everything around him started to mesh into a comforting environment. He wasn’t used to just having a safe area around him, not needing to worry about anything new to him. He had a feeling his aunt was gonna freak out when Kacchan said he wasn’t at school. This was probably gonna ruin her relationship with his mother but, from how far she went last night, he wasn’t going to complain.

Izuku was softly relaxing in the warmth of the house around him, listening to the sound of a moving bell, most likely from the turtle shell’s collar. He didn’t know their names yet but he figured Aizawa would tell him in due time. He could feel the cat brush against his small feet as he continued to pet the tabby in his lap and patiently waited for him to be told breakfast was done.

“Come on kid, eat while it’s hot.” He turned his head towards his voice, seeing the black-haired man placing a plate in front of himself before motioning to the other on the opposite end of the table. Izuku got up rather quickly and gently bounced over to the room, feeling the shift from carpet to cold tile made him shiver as he quickly got up into the chair. He didn’t like how the cold felt on his bruised feet.

A small giggle escaped him from the puzzled look the man gave him as he proceeded to get up. He watched as Aizawa made his way toward the cabinet next to two small bowls on the floor. He removed a can from the cupboard and swiftly opened it. The smell of cat food made him quickly turn to his food, muttering a soft thanks before beginning to eat the soup.

Within moments the man was sitting across from him and the two felines were happily munching on the wet food in their bowls. He couldn’t help but let his gaze drift to the fluffy masses as Aizawa began to eat. He felt deeper eyes rest on his mop of hair before a rough voice pulled him from his head. “The tabby is Asiuru, since she just adores everyone, and the other one is Korāju.”

Izuku smiled at the surprisingly sweet names. The man seemed more of a rougher person so it kind of surprised him. He nodded as he pushed a spoonful of his soup into his mouth, wanting to show he understood but also wishing to ask questions. He couldn’t help his fear, it made sense to him after all these years of abuse and a lack of a proper parental figure, so he was relieved the man didn’t seem to try any pressure on his attention or cooperation.

It felt like they finished breakfast just as quickly as it was made. He knew the reason for that was because he didn’t feel the need to constantly look over his shoulder in fear of being snuck up on. He brought his bowl and spoon to the sink, unable to find a stool or reach the faucet to clean his dirty dishes. He looked towards Aizawa as the man walked next to him, a small smile seemed to bloom on his face as he spoke once more, just as soft as he had been earlier.

“Let me do the dishes, it’s bad to get anything on those stitches.” He told him as he gently put his hand out for the glass. Izuku gave a soft nod and handed them to him before he continued. “Thank you, Izuku.” He said calmly.

He nodded in response, “No p-problem,” leaving his mouth with a soft squeak. He really wasn’t used to such kind behavior so he made his way to the couch once more. His fingers began to pull at his hair, his bandaged hand most likely needing to be redressed for the sake of no infection. He knew this could be dangerous since he spent quite a bit of time in the middle of a germ-infested alley to hide with his open wound.

Izuku brought his eyes off the white bandages as he looked around a little. Aizawa had just disappeared down the hallway before he stepped back into the living room with a red first aid kit. He blinked in child-driven confusion at first before sitting up and offering his hand as the taller man sat in front of him, legs crossed on the floor. “Are you fine with me examining your stitches? I need to make sure none have popped and that an infection isn’t starting up.”

He nodded softly as he felt him start to unravel the wrapping. It felt good to have some pressure removed but as soon as the irritated skin and stitches were exposed to the air he wanted to whine. It felt rather cold in comparison to his flesh as he watched Aizawa gently prod and check how angry his skin was. He relaxed as little as he felt the antibacterial cream being carefully spread over the roughly closed wound and the strong stitches. He was honestly grateful for how gentle he was with his hand, quietly watching him think.

“Let's air it out for a few minutes. Just to help some of the irritation, then I’ll wrap it again. Do you wanna watch something while we wait?” Izuku smiled a little when the deep voice broke their silence. He shook his head in response before speaking up.

“I don’t really watch cartoons… Could you read?” He asked hesitantly as he rested his hand on his thigh. Aizawa seemed thrown off guard by his request but after a second the man simply nodded with a very calm smile.

“Sure, I don’t really have any kid books though.” He admitted.

“It’s okay, I don’t mind,” Izuku said softly in retaliation as he gently began to swing his legs. He didn’t mind learning about random things through help books or just anything legible. He watched as the gears turned and he seemed to go over the many possibilities.

Aizawa ended up reading through the newspaper. It was kinda boring but at points, Izuku just enjoyed the fact the man would make sure he was listening or ask if he wanted him to switch to a different place. After around thirty minutes he gave his hand back to be re-wrapped and silently hummed to himself. He gently shifted his wrist and fingers once he got up.

Izuku let his eyes follow him as he looked down at himself. The hoodie he was allowed to wear absolutely swamped him but it was comfortable and he knew Aizawa didn’t have to let him wear it. He gave a soft huff as he started to tease the drawstrings with his harmed hand, quietly thinking to himself. “You’re not what I thought you’d be like..” He whispered letting his voice get a little louder as he saw dark eyes shift from the first aid box to his body.

He watched a small smile grace Aizawa’s lips as he responded, seemingly glad he thought so. “Mean and scary?” He asked, making a small huff escape his own lips. He smiled sheepishly in response. “Yeah... Well,” The man paused for just a moment before he continued, “I actually kind of thought you’d be kinda mean and scary too.” He said softly.

Izuku felt his face shift, shocked at his response and how he seemed so genuine. His furrowed eyebrows and somehow serious yet soft expression held more than the words he’d spoken. He couldn’t help the small whisper that left him in his moment of surprise. “Me?...” He gently held onto the drawstrings and pointed towards himself slightly as he spoke.

“Terrifying,” Aizawa confirmed, humor riding his voice as he shifted his face to make the playful word more effective. Izuku couldn’t help the soft chuckle that left him as he smiled in response. He could feel the joy it brought the man as his hand moved up and ruffled his curly hair.

Something about the moment seemed to bring something from them both. Izuku felt as if his pain had completely melted for a few seconds, his heart warmed and he felt proper glee for the first time in what seemed like forever. His emerald eyes met Aizawa’s onyx ones and he felt as if he was seeing the most important person. He didn’t know what overcame him but without another thought, he moved forward and hugged the crouching man.

He felt him hesitate for a moment before wrapping his arms around his small body, his scruffy chin resting on top of his head. Izuku felt himself slowly pull his walls down, unable to stop the tears that began to roll down his freckled cheeks as he burrowed his head against Aizawa’s collarbone. He couldn’t bring himself to let go of him, safely just bleeding from his every pour and the sound of his beating heart is enough to make him cling. Just knowing this was gonna be a good thing, he needed someone to save him and he could tell this man was going to do just that.

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Izuku had been staying with Aizawa for almost three months when their court date had been chosen. His mom had been caught driving drunk trying to find him, so she had a DUI thrown on top of the abuse charges. When the April morning finally came he was unsure of how to feel. His seventh birthday was in a few months and he knew she had to be sober because her patrol did surprise sobriety tests whenever they wanted.

He’d taken to calling his guardian dad in his head and Shouta in conversation. He knew the attachment he’d gained was probably dangerous but something about the man just told him he’d be staying no matter what. Even if he ended up in his mother’s custody, Aizawa wasn’t going to leave him.

He woke up to the smell of coffee and cat food as a familiar hand brushed his cheek. He was sleepy enough that he let the word Dad slip from him at the comforting man. He rubbed his eyes as he felt his hand parade through his curly mess of hair. The deep chuckle and footsteps that sounded to the right of him brought a smile to his sleepy face as he was spoken to. “We have court in two hours, go hop in the shower Izuku.”

At the mention of his name, Izuku listened and made his way out of his bedroom and down the hall toward the bathroom. He took a rather nice shower, relaxing in the warmth of the steamy room after he finally stepped out. The two hours passed in a silent and happy blur as he dressed and ate without any complaint. He was wearing a simple yellow button-up shirt with black dress pants his, non-official, uncle got him claiming they’d be nice. His red hightops were excused by Aizawa since they both knew shoes were a living hell for him.

Once they got into the car, the gravity of what they were about to go to start to settle on him. Izuku felt nervous and completely unsure if he was going to be forced back with his mom, sent to an orphanage, or continue his fostered life with Aizawa. He was kinda quiet as they drove. Aizawa had ended up getting him a booster seat and, while it was embarrassing, he didn’t mind it very much. He was very tired as he leaned against the window, relaxing a little bit at the nice warmth the glass had absorbed.

As they got closer, he slowly started to notice how Shouta seemed to start checking on him a little more. He knew the man was worried about him since the situation was rather stressful. He was very respectful of the fact and, honestly, he owed him a lot of hugs.

Izuku held onto his hand as they made their way into the main building before quietly creeping toward the family courtroom. He was unsure of everything as they sat down and meshed into the room. He could see his mother sitting on the opposite side of the aisle and honestly it caused him a bit of distress. He hid his head against Aizawa’s side, trying to calm himself and stay comfortable as they sat. Uncle Hizashi and Aunt Nemuri sat on either side of them as his lawyer gave him a soft smile. She seemed sweet with all the meetings she had with them.

He had to talk a lot about the past. He didn’t really like it but he also understood he had to. His mom had done a lot to him and the lawyer, after hearing all of it and examining his hospital documents, she explained some stuff and how none of what happened was his fault. She wasn’t the only person to tell him that, Aizawa and his new family had to try and help him understand. He was very tired so he went ahead and leaned against Aizawa as they waited.

When the case finally started to be spoken about and gone over. His mom kept looking over at him, trying to get his attention. Nem and Aizawa kept looking over at her, trying to get her to stop as his father figure blocked her from his view and him from hers. He was anxious as they listened to everything his mom’s lawyer said. The way he spoke made it seem like they were trying for a non-guilty verdict, but he didn’t understand why.

If his mom truly felt as bad as she seemed to, she wouldn’t be denying what happened. Izuku wanted to tell the man off and let his mom know how much it hurt. When it came to their argument, the judge seemed respectful as he listened to their argument. He didn’t like having to listen to the other lawyer object to things he knew were true. It made his blood boil with how it made his pain seem pointless.

It took a while before the judge actually spoke to him. He felt his nerves spike as he gave a small bow and tried to watch the man respectfully. Aizawa gently rubbed his back as he fidgeted and spoke up. He went through what caused his mom’s abuse up to when he ran away. He was in tears by the end of it and he was given a few minutes to compose himself. Shouta ended up scooping him up and setting him on his hip. It calmed him to be close but also because it was safe. He knew if anything happened, they’d have to get through him first.

The judge spent around 15 minutes thinking over his decision before he opted to answer them. Izuku was quick to burst into tears and cling to Aizawa as his mom was found guilty and she wasn’t allowed to be around him unless he chose to let her. His head rested on his dad’s shoulder as he was comforted and completely melted into the feeling of belonging and pure love.

His mother called out for him, begging him to look at her and speak to her. She of her regrets and apologized. She promised she was sober as she tried to grab his hand, Hizashi was quick to get between them both as Nemuri began to harass her and probably mentioned his state when she found him. The amount of noise was piling up and he knew how overwhelmed it was making him. His hands covered his ears and he could feel his father trying to rush him from the upsetting environment.

Izuku honestly just felt glad he was being protected. He wanted to go home and spend some time being loved. He needed a safe place after all of this stress. Once they returned home, his father was quick to join him in his room. Izuku had a small area formed in the corner of his room that was piled high with comfort items and blankets. He curled against Shouta’s chest with a small whimper. He was mad at his mom, mad at her lawyer, and honestly, he just wanted to be given space to grieve his lost family. His original family.

He felt like crying and he pushed his hands into his lap as he sniffled and looked up at his father figure. “W-why couldn’t my mom just… b-be honest?..” He asked quickly as he ran his fingers through his curls. He wasn’t crying but the want to was clear as his eyebrows furrowed with his frustration. “Why couldn’t she just be my mom!” He added as he quietly clenched his hands into fists. “Is everyone going to be like this? Am I not allowed to be happy or wish for it!?” He asked swiftly as he held onto Aizawa.

Izuku couldn’t contain his anger at this point, he wanted to show he was a person. His parents never seemed to care and when one of them had a chance to, she chose to hide behind lies and her own mask. He was so upset and stuck in his head that he gave a tiny noise when Shouta gently held his cheek.

“Izuku… Think of it like this… Some people care for others more than themselves. Others can’t help but be the complete opposite and even some fall in the middle. That magic is special, but not everyone you want will have it.” Aizawa spoke softly as he held onto him before a kiss was placed on his forehead. He closed his eyes and burrowed into the touch between them.

“Then… I-it must be gone… nothing i-is left…” Izuku whispered as he held onto his wrist and quietly tried to just deal with it. After all, he was just a small kid. Nothing he would do would bring it back, nothing would return the relationship he had with his mom all those years ago.

The silence felt overwhelming and at first, Izuku thought his ears had gone numb before a small squeeze of his cheek and the sound of a calming voice. “There is still magic in the world…” Aizawa said calmly as he rubbed his back.

Izuku turned his eyes toward him with a small frown. He knew the confusion he felt shown through his face but the next thing he said forced his tears to stream. “It’s you…” He started to cry as he held onto his father figure, no, onto his dad. “Do with it what you will…” He continued as he pulled him into a tight hug.

His arms wrapped around his neck, tightly squeezing as he let his silent tears drip. After everything, all his pain, fear, and suffering, he found family. He found love. “But you are, magic.” His dad continued as he gently placed his forehead against his.

“I love you, dad…” Izuku whispered as he kept his eyes closed, softly smiling at the warmth that enveloped him.

“I love you too, Sprout.”

Endnotes

The cat names -

Asiuru - affectionate

Korāju - collage

#mha #bnha fanfiction #bnha #young midoriya izuku #aizawa shouta #midnight #nemuri kayama #inko midoriya #little sprout au #gift #archive of our own #autistic?

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Shouta Aizawa Fics Recs!!(Tumblr/Ao3/Wattpad)

My Hero Academia Fic Rec Masterlist

Shouta Aizawa x Reader

FIVE TIMES ✨by @damnzawa (oneshot, fluff) In which the faculty at U.A. — ehem Present Mic and Midnight — and 1-A tried to get the two of them together, only to find out they were together all along.

How Convenient by mighty-mighty-man (Pair_Up)(oneshot, humor(?))The night shift at the convenience store was going so well. You got to hear some good tunes, you made a sale, you made conversation with a handsome hero. But then a robber shows up. [COMPLETED]

Lazy Egg ✨✨by mighty-mighty-man (Pair_Up) (slice of life, fluff)You work at an animal shelter.When Aizawa Shouta adopts your favorite cat, your lives become inexplicably intertwined. And strangely enough, it all seems to be for the better.[COMPLETED]

“did he steal two babies?”✨ by @bakugohoex (oneshot, fluff)in which you’re aizawa’s secret wife, aizawa gets a call in the middle of class that you’re going into labor and eventually leaves, the class being noisy pricks follows him to a hospital, feeling worried they continue to follow until they see him holding two babies with a smile at his new family. [COMPLETED]

Victory by @bnhascribbles (oneshot, fluff) Just a fluffy story about you and your husband. [COMPLETED]

Chocolate hearts✨ by LetheSomething (fluff, sloeburn, angst, serial killers)A group of villains calling themselves the Valentine Killers are going around murdering people.Their target? Pro hero loved ones. Aizawa Shouta is utterly convinced he has nothing to worry about. He's wrong. [COMPLETED]

Stray Cats. Aizawa Shouta x fem!reader ✨by http_vanished (kinda enemies to lovers , fluff, angst)A man under the alias ‘Eraserhead’ is your favourite author of all timeAs part of your bucket list, you write him a letter expressing your admiration. Never in a thousand years did you expect a rely, inviting you over for dinner to meet him, all-expense paid for. However things don’t go exactly as you planned as the man you idolised for years turns out to be grumpy, scruffy man with an appalling attitude.[COMPLETED]

Lucky Cat ✨by kalpa (oneshot, fluff, humor, slice of life, smut)You're utterly convinced your quirk is having shit luck and attracting trouble everywhere you go. Thankfully, a certain underground hero is always there to save the day.[COMPLETED]

Hurting Together by @dira333 /Fogfire(oneshot, sorta humor(?))You meet in the waiting room of a Clinic, but opening up about your respective illnesses isn't as easy as you might have thought. Or how Aizawa makes an ass of himself because he tries to flirt on painkillers.[COMPLETED]

Caught in Love by @mooncademia (oneshot, fluff, kinda secret relationship)After getting a job offer at U.A, your love life w/ Aizawa has officially transferred to school. And you loved it.

The Cat and the Key (Aizawa x Reader) by EVoDanger (oneshot, fluff, slowburn)The most wanted woman in town has announced that she'll only marry the one who can open her front door with the key around her cat's neck. Many men try to hunt the cat down, chase and trap it, but to no avail. The cat is simply too quick, smart and clever, and always finds a way to evade and avoid them.[COMPLETED]

suffer the signs ✨by advantagetexas (oneshot, hanahaki au, angst with happy ending)You begin coughing up petals soon after beginning work as the new UA nurse. You know what they are, you know why they're afflicting you, but you refuse to let them control you.[COMPLETED]

Quirk Smirk by Meldy_Writes (fluff, humor)Quirkless Female Reader moves to Musutafu to reconnect with her estranged sister, Inko, and her newfound nephew, Izuku. everything is going fine until she learns that her kind-of-attractive-kind-of-a-dick neighbor is a pro-hero… and also her nephew's homeroom teacher.[COMPLETED]

But they're soft... by coffee_dessert (fluff, humor)When a black cat is found unconscious in the pouring rain, what's a good samaritan to do? In which the reader takes care of Aizawa after he's been affected by a transformation Quirk.[COMPLETED]

What a Cliché by kingyohna (flowershop au, fluff, slowburn, mutual pinning)Aizawa doesn't know much about pop culture, but he knows it's a definite cliché to fall for someone working in a flower shop.[COMPLETED]

Together, Always. by kalpa (oneshot, soulmate au, enemies to lovers, fluff, angst)Ever since you were young, you've done what's expected of you. But after a chance meeting with a hero and after saving two cats, you begin to wonder just what you truly want out of life.[COMPLETED]

Fill my little world (right up) by tsumoo (single parent aizawa, nanny! reader, fluff, family feels)you are employed by aizawa shouta to nanny for his vulnerable adoptive daughter eri while he’s at work. as time passes you find yourself equally smitten with them both, longing for a more permanent place in their family.[COMPLETED]

Breathless by Mishme(oneshot, fluff, hurt/comfort) In which you experience the different types of kisses from the pro hero, Eraserhead.[COMPLETED]

Chocolate Milk by MariaTheBrave(oneshot, fluff)“Mr. Aizawa,” Mina broke from the others and made a beeline to her teacher, “why didn’t you tell us you have a kid?!”[COMPLETED]

The Reaper (Aizawa x female reader) by Emltar (fluff, smut, enemies to lovers, trauma)You're a teacher at UA with a tragic past trying to keep some semblance of peace in your shattered life. Can a grumpy caterpillar break through your defenses or will you lose yourself completely?[COMPLETED]

Newfound by mysoftestecho (strangers to friends to lovers, smut, fluff)You move to a new town to start teaching at UA. It's a new life for you and you're excited to see what it brings.[COMPLETED]

Home is where you are by speia(oneshot, fluff, comfort)Just a casual Valentine's Day[COMPLETED]

Puzzle Pieces ✨by iimber(fluff, angst, mutual pinning, stalker)Years of piecing together your life to the point were it's near perfect come crashing down when you gain an extremely dedicated stalker. After coming to a head, you leave your life in Tokyo to seek safety back in Musutafu. [ONGOING<idk could be discontinued too😭>]

Shouta Aizawa x Emi Fukukado(Ms. Joke)

But I remember you✨✨ by JackieMoonshine (oneshot, fluff, humor)A fun EraserJoke one-shot that struggles with whether it wants to be a comedy or drama. Either way, I like it.[COMPLETED]

A Happy Family with Never-Ending Laughter ✨by Yojimbra (domestic fluff, humor, smut)In order to raise Eri properly, Eraserhead seeks help from the one person he can trust. Ms. Joke.Eri is so screwed.[COMPLETED]

Nature, Nurture, and Chocolate Milk by Nuclear_Equipped_ Walking _ Battle_Tank (oneshot, fluff, humor, izuku and shinsou are brothers)The Aizawa family goes shopping . An appropriate amount of tomfoolery ensues. [COMPLETED]

this sudden burst of sunlight, and me with my umbrella by lettersfromnowhere (fluff, angst, family feels)the one where Eri gets a mom, Aizawa gets a headache, Emi adopts half of UA, and laughter really is the best medicine.[COMPLETED]

he hadn't the time by ohmytheon (oneshot, friends to lovers, bad at feelings)Over the ten years that Shota has known Emi Fukukado, she has been far too loud, bubbly, bright, and positive for his taste. She's probably one of the most annoying people he knows. She is also an extremely capable hero and an excellent teacher. There has to be a reason that their paths keep meeting and it has to be more than just to drive him crazy.[COMPLETED] he took the time by ohmytheon (oneshot, smut, fluff)If Emi keeps joking about Shouta taking her home, one of these nights he's going to take her up on that offer. Turns out, it's not a joke at all, not one bit.[COMPLETED]

Bursting with Laughter, Blooming in Flowers✨ by dracula420 (hanahaki au, angst with happy ending, fluff)Emi Fukukado loves jokes. She’s got a million of ‘em. You ever heard the one about the girl that repressed her unrequited love until it turned into a disease? That ones a classic.[COMPLETED]

The Last Laugh ✨✨by FeralPen (friends to lovers, temp. unrequited love, fluff, light angst) Emi Fukukado had two goals in life: become the hero who makes everyone smile, and crack Eraserhead's shell to make him laugh. Getting a date along the way would just be a bonus.[COMPLETED]

Sands and eyelashes by Iamanormalperson(misunderstanding, pinning) Eraserhead and Ms. Jokes had taken down a villain. That's it, but the others saw something else.[COMPLETED]

Inside Joke by Huinari (oneshot, fluff)Five times Ms. Joke asked Eraserhead to marry her, and one time she didn’t.[COMPLETED]

Subtle Like a Lion’s Cage by aactionjohnny(fluff, mutual pinning, hurt/comfort)Ketsubutsu is under construction, so the students are staying at UA. Unfortunately for Aizawa, that also means Ms. Joke will be around.[COMPLETED]

Never Again (but maybe I'll give you a chance) by SplashingInPonds (oneshot, feels)After a disastrous mess of emotions and a big joke at his expense in high school, Shouta Aizawa decided that he was never going to let himself feel that way again. That is until he meets a persistent woman with sea green hair that seems to actually hold something genuine underneath her overly jovial hero persona.[COMPLETED]

I’m Ms. Joke: Ask Me Anything! by dracula420(oneshot, humor) Aizawa lurks the internet and finds a rather interesting topic on a very famous forum site.[COMPLETED]

make your move by velvari (smut)Mr. Aizawa finally makes a move on Ms. Joke.[COMPLETED]

Drinking Makes the Truth Come Out by The_Sensei_Simp (oneshot, jealousy, fluff) Two years after the war, the Pro-Hero teachers of U.A. High School go out for drinks to celebrate their summer vacation, since they had not in a while. What happens when Shouta Aizawa runs into Ms. Joke the Smile Hero AKA Emi Fukakado, who catches his attention when a coworker of hers is too friendly with her and it makes him jealous?[COMPLETED]

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