#parental erasermic

[bloody-bee-tea]

No more soup

This was supposed to be one long fic but I haven't figured out some of the finer details yet and this scene kept begging to be written, so I'll make it into a series instead. I'll link the parts as they are being written.

What you need to know for the set up: Hizashi finds a ten-year-old Hitoshi muzzled on his way home and gets himself involved enough to get the kid away from his abusive foster family and take him home. From then on it's just a lot of trial and error for the three of them and this is just one of those instances.

I hope you enjoy!

(This is also my 1100th posted fic😱)

Shota isn’t quite sure what about the bowl of soup is so triggering for Hitoshi, but it’s undoubtedly a fact that it is. The way Hitoshi goes all still and quiet, his hands lightly trembling and his eyes almost unseeingly fixed on the bowl speak volumes.

“Hitoshi?” Shota carefully asks, wary to exuberate the reaction the kid clearly is having right now, and he was right to be wary, too, because as soon as Hitoshi hears his voice, he jerks back, chair clattering to the ground as Hitoshi stumbles away from the table.

“No, no, please, no,” Hitoshi gasps out, his voice barely audible under all the panicked breaths he takes in and Shota aches to follow him, to get close and put a hand to his shoulder, maybe even pull him into a hug, but they know better by now.

Hitoshi needs space when he has a panic attack and as long as he’s in sight, Shota is more than willing to give him that.

It’s hard, seeing Hitoshi as panicked as he is right now, Shota is not going to lie about that, but he has to keep a cool head to guide Hitoshi through it as best as he can.

Crowding him is a no-go, but talking to him seemed to ground him in the past so Shota takes a deep breath before he starts to talk.

It’s not his strong suit, Hizashi is way better with keeping senseless babble up, but Shota finds himself willing to try for this kid.

“It’s alright, Hitoshi, it’s just us here. Hizashi went out to buy some dessert, remember? He should be back soon and he’ll definitely bring more than we can reasonably eat in one evening, so you’ll get to pick some dessert for tomorrow, too, how does that sound?” Shota knows he’s not going to get an answer, but it can never hurt to include the kid at the off-chance he wants to contribute something but all that happens is that Hitoshi’s breath continues to come in too fast and too short.

Shota is just about to open his mouth again when he hears the front door open and Hitoshi must hear it, too, because he jerks violently and stumbles further back, slamming into the wall and Shota moves on instinct.

He has his hand stretched out, in a futile attempt to keep Hitoshi’s head from slamming against the wall and Hitoshi crouches low on the floor, arms coming up above his head as Shota comes to a stop, hand still uselessly stretched out.

“Don’t touch me, don’t, don’t,” he gasps out and Shota’s heart positively breaks in his chest.

“Kid, I’m not—”

Shota has never given much thought to how it would feel to fall under Hitoshi’s quirk. It would happen sooner or later—preferably during training so they can challenge his limits in a controlled environment but Shota was prepared to have it happen at home, too.

They allowed Hitoshi to use his quirk on them if he ever feels unsafe after all and Shota is almost proud of him for enforcing his boundary right now, if the entire situation wasn’t so heart-breaking.

Shota isn’t even sure how to describe the effect Hitoshi’s quirk has on him; he’s still in his body, he can still almost feel it, but it is as if he’s trapped inside a glass case. He still fills the same space as he did before inside his own body, but there’s something keeping him from actually using it. He can still see and hear and think, but everything is muffled and distant.

It’s almost peaceful, Shota has to admit, if you take away the fact that he is no longer in control of his own body.

“Step away from me,” Hitoshi says, his voice shaking so much that it takes Shota a moment to even make the words out but as soon as he understands their meaning, his body is already stepping away from Hitoshi.

He distantly wonders how many steps he’ll have to take, if he’ll have to cross all the way to the other side of the apartment but after three steps his body comes to a stop.

Shota should be scared of the fact that he’s no longer the one in control, but he doesn’t have the time to spare a single thought for himself. He can only think about Hitoshi.

Hitoshi who is still panicking, who is still crouched low on the floor, who feels unsafe enough to have to use his quirk on him—without the activation requirement, no less—and all Shota wants to do is hold the kid until he calms down.

Even though it would be the worst thing to do, as his current predicament shows.

“Sho? Kiddo?” Hizashi calls out finally, when no one welcomes him home and Shota strains against Hitoshi’s control as hard as he can, not that it’s doing anything.

Hizashi steps into the room mere seconds later, two bags dangling from his hands—definitely more dessert than they can eat in one evening, Shota knew it—and he takes in the situation with one glance.

“Hey, kiddo,” Hizashi softly says, putting the bags on the ground and crouching down a few feet away from Hitoshi. “I see you’re currently not doing so well, huh?” Hizashi asks, even though it’s more than obvious by the way Hitoshi is still hyperventilating.

Hizashi’s eyes slide back over to Shota and even though Shota knows he can’t do anything he still tries to convey with just his eyes that he’s currently under the influence of Hitoshi’s quirk.

Hizashi frowns briefly before turning back around to Hitoshi and even though Shota can see the tension in Hizashi’s shoulders, he keeps his voice low and gentle.

“How about we try some of those breathing exercises, kiddo? Do you remember how they go?” He waits for a moment, though of course no answer comes from Hitoshi and Hizashi doesn’t drag it out needlessly. “That’s alright, too, little listener, that’s what we’re here for, ya dig? I’ll just do them and you try to follow along with me, how does that sound?”

Hitoshi drags in a particularly rough breath and Shota panics slightly when he realises just for how long Hitoshi hasn’t been breathing right. Hizashi seems to harbour the same worries, because he doesn’t waste any time falling into exaggerate breaths.

He’s actually the perfect person to do this with, because thanks to his quirk he has amazing control over his breath and he doesn’t hesitate to be loud with them, either.

Hizashi is definitely loud enough to be heard over Hitoshi’s panicked gasps and Shota relaxes slightly when he notices that Hitoshi is trying to follow along. It doesn’t work very well, not at first, but eventually he manages to match his own breathing to Hizashi’s.

“You’re doing great, kiddo,” Hizashi praises him between breaths and Shota is glad to see that Hitoshi manages to continue the rhythm without Hizashi’s own exaggerated breathing.

Shota only gets a second for that, because then Hitoshi’s head flies up and wide eyes meet his. Logically, Shota knows that using his quirk is cause for panic for Hitoshi but he did not expect to see that panic etched so clearly into Hitoshi’s face.

“I’m so sorry,” he somehow manages to get out, Hizashi turning around to follow his line of sight and then Shota feels the effect of the quirk falling away.

It’s not gradual, just like being put under the quirk hadn’t been gradual. One moment he hadn’t been able to use his own body and the next he was in complete control again.

“Kid—” Shota starts, keeping his voice low and soothing but as soon as he opens his mouth, Hitoshi jerks to his feet and flees the room.

Hizashi and Shota are left staring after him as Hitoshi vanishes into his own room, firmly closing the door behind him without actually slamming it and it’s still quite the statement.

They have an open door policy in this home after all, and Hizashi and Shota promised him that if his door should ever be closed completely they wouldn’t come in without his permission. Shota doubts that right now, Hitoshi would give his permission and even though he stands by that rule, it feels wrong to let the kid go like that.

He was still in the middle of a panic attack after all.

“What the hell is going on here?” Hizashi breathes out after listening to absolute silence in the apartment for a few seconds and Shota slumps where he stands.

“We’ve had a bit of a hiccup, I’d say,” he whispers, eyes falling onto the by now probably cold bowl of soup on the table.

“No shit, Sho,” Hizashi snorts out and comes over to pull Shota into a hug.

Shota gladly falls into it, even though he wishes his husband could hug Hitoshi like this right now, and he breathes for a moment, safe in the knowledge that at least their kid is in the same apartment.

He could have made a dash for the front door, but he opted to hide in his own room and Shota has to remind himself that that is most likely progress, even though it doesn’t feel like it.

“He used his quirk on me without a question,” Shota mutters after a moment, right before he pulls away from Hizashi.

“What? I thought he has to ask a question to activate it.”

“I thought so, too. We’ll have to ask him about that. Maybe his panic overrode the rules of his quirk; if that’s the case we’ll need to take that into account for his training.”

“Sho, you’re getting ahead of yourself,” Hizashi gently chides him. “Let’s just focus on the fact that our kid is panicking in the next room, okay? You know what caused it?”

“I put down a bowl of soup in front of him,” Shota replies, his eyes falling back onto the table, their dinner still untouched.

“Soup? That seems like a strange thing to panic about,” Hizashi muses before he sighs. “That is something we’ll have to ask him about, so we can avoid this in the future. Did he make you do something when you were under his quirk?”

“He didn’t want to be touched,” Shota shrugs. “Told me to step away from him. I’m not sure if he was even aware of the fact that he activated his quirk in the moment. He just wanted space, I think.”

“Okay, we can give that to him,” Hizashi says, even though he seems unhappy about it, and there’s nothing but worry in his eyes when they fall on the still closed door. “I don’t like leaving him alone to panic, though.”

“Me neither,” Shota agrees. He’d be calmer if he could actually see Hitoshi, he knows that, but he’s not about to barge into the kid’s room just to satisfy his own feelings.

They have to put Hitoshi first and they have to trust that he’ll come back out once he’s calmer. It’s all they can do for now.

~*~*~

Hizashi is slumped over the table by the time the door to Hitoshi’s room opens up again. Shota elbows him none too gently and Hizashi startles up, wildly looking around before his eyes fall on Shota, who nods his head towards Hitoshi’s door.

Shota knows that Hizashi wants to say something, yell even, maybe, but he presses his lips together and forces himself to keep sitting at the table, just like Shota. They have long cleared away the soup that started all of this away and Shota just hopes that Hitoshi is willing to explain just what set him off so they can avoid it in the future.

He does not enjoy seeing his kid in that state.

Even though the door is open now it still takes Hitoshi a moment to step through, and when he finally does he looks impossibly small somehow. His head is lowered but Shota can still see how red rimmed his eyes are and he looks absolutely exhausted.

Shota gets stuck on the duffel bag slung over Hitoshi’s shoulder though.

Hitoshi shuffles into the doorway of the kitchen, his head still lowered and it gives Hizashi and Shota a moment to share a confused look.

“Hey, kiddo,” Hizashi finally speaks up, always the one to break a silence first. “Are you going somewhere?”

It’s not ideal; Shota has no desire to let Hitoshi out of his sight at the moment, but if he wants to go somewhere, then they’ll make it happen.

“When is she coming?” Hitoshi whispers, his gaze still lowered and it only makes Shota frown.

“Who, kid?” Shota asks in return, not understanding who Hitoshi could be referring to but when he glances back over to Hizashi he’s taken aback by the crestfallen look on his face.

“Your social worker is not coming, kiddo,” Hizashi answers before Hitoshi can ask again and Shota almost feels as if he’s been sucker-punched, but of course. Of course that would be something Hitoshi is worried about.

They know he has been ready to leave, to be taken away, to be kicked out again ever since he came to stay with them.

“Tomorrow then?”

“She’s not coming at all,” Shota interjects and now that gets Hitoshi to look up at them, eyes painfully wide.

“She has to, though. I used my quirk. You told her.”

“We didn’t, kid. We didn’t tell her and no one is going to come and take you away from us,” Shota says with more patience than he really feels because he just gets so angry when he is reminded of how the system fucked this sweet kid over.

“But that’s how it goes,” Hitoshi breathes out. “I used my quirk on you, you have to tell her!” His voice gets progressively louder as he talks and Shota fears that he’s just a few wrong steps away from a panic attack again.

“Hitoshi, what is the rule for your quirk use in this house?” Shota asks, putting a hand to Hizashi’s when it seems as if he wants to go off on a rant.

It would probably not help the kid right now.

“I’m not allowed to use it. I can only directly talk to Yamada-san, so you can erase my quirk when I slip up.”

“If you slip up,” Shota corrects, because that distinction is important but that’s not actually the rule he was looking for. In fact, that is the rule he wishes Hitoshi would forget completely. “What rule did we give you regarding your quirk?”

Hitoshi opens and closes his mouth several times before he lowers his gaze again. “I’m allowed to use my quirk if I feel unsafe and think I need it to protect myself,” he finally mutters out and Shota nods.

“Correct. And you did just that. I’m proud of you for that.”

Shota wouldn’t normally praise using a quirk out of fear like that, but things are different with Hitoshi. The fact that he used his quirk at all is a big step for him.

“How can you say that?” Hitoshi wants to know, his voice desperate and lost. “I used my quirk on you.”

“And you did it to protect yourself. You felt crowded and unsafe and when I tried to touch you, you enforced your boundaries. That’s a good thing.”

Hitoshi gasps for breath, his eyes wide and wild, his gaze flickering between Shota and Hizashi without really stopping anywhere.

“Hey, little listener, you need to tell us what’s going on, okay? Take a deep breath, please,” Hizashi carefully cajoles Hitoshi, who sucks in a breath almost reflexively. “What’s got you all panicked again?”

“You—you’re mad at me,” Hitoshi eventually gets out and it’s surprising enough to make Shota frown.

“We’re not.”

“Scared of me then,” Hitoshi goes on, barely pausing to take another breath and Hizashi shakes his head.

“We could never be scared of you. Why would you think that?”

“You’re all the way over there,” Hitoshi gasps out, his hand reaching up to tangle in his wild hair. “Usually you would be—why aren’t you—” he tugs on his hair with so much force that Shota fears he’s going to lose a few strands and it only takes a second for everything to fall into place.

“Kid, you told me not to touch you. You used your quirk because you were so afraid I would touch you. As long as you don’t tell us otherwise, we’re not going to do it,” Shota gently tells him.

They have been a little bit handsy with him, Hizashi especially, in an attempt to get him used to it. It’s painfully obvious that Hitoshi is touch starved and that the only real touch he ever knew was a painful one and they’ve been trying their best to show him that it doesn’t have to be like that.

Shota has to admit that he likes ruffling the kid’s hair or pressing their shoulders together when they sit next to each other on the couch and Hizashi has taken to pulling him into a hug whenever he can get his hands on the kid.

And it seems they did get him used to it, at least when he’s not actively in a panic attack.

“Please,” Hitoshi gets out. “Please.”

It’s so desperate that Hizashi is out of his chair before the second ‘Please’ has even left Hitoshi’s mouth and he pulls the kid into a hug, holding him tightly. Hitoshi clings just as tightly to Hizashi and Shota doesn’t even have to hear it to know that the kid is crying again.

“We didn’t mean to make you think you did something wrong,” Hizashi mutters, pressing his head into Hitoshi’s hair. “We were just trying to respect your boundaries.”

“We’re here, Hitoshi,” Shota adds, finally joining his husband and rubbing a hand over Hitoshi’s back. “And we’re not leaving you and we won’t let anyone take you away from us.”

It only makes the kid cry harder and when Shota shares a look with Hizashi over his head, he can see tears in his husband’s eyes as well.

“Why don’t we move this to the couch, huh?” he gently suggests and Hizashi shuffles them over there without actually letting go of Hitoshi at all.

They sandwich him between them and going by the way he clings almost painfully to the both of them, he doesn’t mind at all. It takes him a while to calm down again and Shota hates to break the tentative peace they’ve achieved but they need to know what caused all of this.

“Kid, you don’t have to tell us if you don’t want to, okay?” he starts with as he cards his fingers through Hitoshi’s hair, because it’s important that he knows that. “But we’d like to know what triggered you today, so we can avoid it in the future.”

Hizashi doesn’t seem too happy with his approach if the glare Shota gets for his trouble is anything to go by, but Shota holds his gaze steadily. He isn’t looking for a detailed explanation, he’s just looking for a what, not the why, not if Hitoshi doesn’t want to tell them and he wills Hizashi to understand that.

“It was the—” Hitoshi’s voice breaks over his words and it takes him a few tries to actually finish the sentence. “The soup. It was the soup.”

“This specific kind of soup or all soup?” Shota asks for clarification and Hitoshi wilts where he sits.

“All soup.”

It doesn’t make much sense to Shota, because how could it, but that isn’t important. The only thing that’s important is that it makes sense to Hitoshi and that they are going to avoid soup in the future. It’s as simple as that.

“Thank you for telling us,” Hizashi tells him, dropping a kiss to Hitoshi’s head.

Hitoshi leans into it and then he looks over to Shota before he slightly reaches out to him. Shota doesn’t leave him hanging, taking his hand in his and squeezing it reassuringly.

“They—they always gave me soup before—” Hitoshi needs a moment to regulate his breathing again and Shota desperately wants to tell him that he doesn’t have to explain, that they don’t need to hear this, but it’s clear that Hitoshi wants to get this off his chest and so Shota only nods encouragingly at him. “Before they locked me in the closet,” Hitoshi finishes, his voice barely audible in the space between them.

Hizashi sucks in a surprised breath and Shota can only hope that he manages to keep any emotion off his face because the kid doesn’t need to see how angry he is.

Sometimes, Shota thinks that villains might be on to something. That previous foster family certainly doesn’t deserve good things in their lives.

“I know you wouldn’t, I know—I guess I just forgot,” Hitoshi admits and Shota squeezes his hand again.

“And that’s alright. It will take time. You’ve been through a lot and it will take time for you to feel completely safe with us. And until that happens, no more soup,” he adds with a wry smile and it’s enough to bring out a small, shaky smile on Hitoshi’s face as well.

“No more soup,” he agrees and then leans back into Hizashi’s chest. Hizashi immediately tightens his arms around the kid again and Shota fears that he’s going to have to pry Hitoshi away from him tonight.

Or maybe they can just have an impromptu sleep-over in the living-room. That should work as well.

“Hizashi still brought dessert. Think you can stomach some of that?” Shota asks after a while and before Hitoshi can answer him, his stomach audibly growls.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” Shota nods and pushes himself up, content to leave Hitoshi in the arms of his husband.

There’s still the matter of how Hitoshi used his quirk to talk about but Shota thinks that can easily wait a day or three. There’s no reason to rush this, no reason to overwhelm Hitoshi with this as well today and it’s a sensitive topic for Hitoshi anyway. They’ll have to tread carefully there and today is absolutely not the time to do that.

So instead of freaking their kid out any more Shota busies himself with getting as many desserts as he can into the living-room in one trip, while Hizashi sets up a movie.

With everything that happened today, Shota doubts Hitoshi will manage to stay awake for long but that doesn’t matter right now.

All that matters is that Hitoshi is safe and sound between them, that he still feels comfortable enough with them and in this home to allow them this close, and that all three of them ruin their stomach with as much sugar as they can.

And they do exactly that.

Read the next part here: You're not a pet

[eleiwitch]

They're married, your honour

[definetelysaidatua]

Aizawa: you have to take izuku to his baby class

Present Mic: why? He already knows how to be a baby

Aizawa: hizashi, I love you, but I can’t laugh at this again

[lolita-lollipop]

Crickets

SOFT YANDERE PLATONIC ERASERMIC FAMILY X READER

(mostly Shinso)

WARNINGS: suicidal threats from the reader, not detailed but mentioned depression and dissociation, the reader is not okay, unwanted comfort. yandere(and all the things that come with it)

it's cold outside today.

As you dragged yourself through the front yard, scratches already lining your knees,you wished that you grabbed a jacket, or decided to do this during the summer season. The sedative they had given you hours ago was in full effect, putting weight on your shoulders and making your vision blur, putting you off balance again and again as you sprinted through the front door out into the garden. Everything just hurt, your head, your heart, your hands. You were just so finished with this bullshit, so done with fooling yourself into thinking you’d be okay.

Harsh sobs left your lips as you fumbled with the door trying to get any further, ever since they’d taken you it was made very clear that if you tried to escape, they would confine you to their side 24/7, but as times flew by and your desperation slowly pooled in the bottom of your soul, you stopped caring. You hated that these people treated you like a child, you hated how they belittled you, you hated the way you never had a say in anything, and especially you hated how you could never do anything about it.

Today was your breaking point.

They were doing what they usually did, pushing and pulling and shoving you around as if you were nothing but a baby, you already had very little sleep last night after your crying fit, so you weren’t very keen on being nice to them this morning.It was simple really, all you had asked for was some Tylenol for your headache, crying takes it out of you, they know that best. but they said no.

So out the door you ran, screaming and crying the whole way there. You knew that eri and shinso were here too, you knew that escape was practically impossible, and that your attempts would be worth nothing. But you needed this. You really did.

You regret it now. Now that you’re lying down on the grass in the front yard, your hands and knees covered in scrapes. Your head fuzzy and throbbing. It was quite the surprise that they hadn’t come out to get you yet, your sobs never halted though. It was a sad sight, just a puddle of a young girl crying herself into a migraine. It into got worse when you heard footsteps, and saw that familiar purple hair you could recognize as shinsos.

He said nothing, but he had a scary look on his face. He just grabbed your arm and tugged you up into his arms harshly. This of course did nothing for your intense panic.

“Please. Please don’t make me go back- please I can’t go back in there- shinso I love you- please I love you” you stammered out through sobs, punching at his test with all the force you could muster, as a hero in training it did nothing physically to him, but you could see the resolve behind his eyes falter.

“Should’ve thought about that before you ran. I made them calm down. You’re lucky it’s me instead of Aizawa out here” he spoke as he always did, coldly and lacking emotion. Only holding you tighter and beginning to walk back to the house. You dug your bare feet into the dirt, pulling back at him. it was pathetic, you knew. the lengths you were willing to go in the name of escape.

“Please. I can’t do this anymore- shinso I’m so tired. They make me so tired I can’t even think straight anymore. I just can’t take it anymore” you were begging in desperation at this point, squirming and scratching at him, anything to get him off, to let you go.

“They’re giving you the life you wanted. A life you would’ve killed to have” The chirp of the crickets in the garden overtook the conversation, and a long silence overtook the two of you. you could hear and see everything, the water flushing through the fountain,the buzz of the bees, the chirp of the crickets, it was too much, everything was hazy and blended together and you were left overwhelmed and terrified.

It's cold outside today , maybe that's the reason you keep shivering, maybe it's fear-actually, terror is a better word for it.

“I wanted that life willingly! I didn’t want this. I didn’t want to be taken from my home in the middle of the night. Even if I hate my parents, I can’t stand that I have no power! Please, you have to understand, I’m rotting away here, I have no purpose at all- please shinso-“he paused in his trek towards the door, taking a deep, calculated breath.

“Tell that to them.”

“shinso please- please I love you. I can’t go back there, please don’t make me, I can’t, if I go back they’ll hurt me, they’ll be upset shin, I don’t wanna get hurt again” you begged as he began to walk again, your heels were begging to bleed out of the cuts the harsh ground was making. Tears flowed freely down your face now, and you flailed and kicked and cried, he was stronger than you, the both of you knew that. You could see a little sympathy in the back of his eyes though, maybe he wasn’t dead internally. not yet.

“You know that isn’t true, they would never. Now hush. You’ll be fine, I love you too.” Planting a kiss on your forehead, he hoisted you up, brushing your hair out of your face and beginning to rub circles that usually would be soothing on your neck. A long pause rung out, a deafening silence overtook the two of you as you fully came to the realization that he wasn’t going to help you, and your attention was drawing to the crunch of hit boots on the rocky mud.

.

.

.

“I’ll kill myself.” He paused, and his head shot down towards you faster than you could even see. Your resolve had completely shattered by now, any words you said were mumbly and overridden by your tears and your heavy breathing. You were broken completely, utterly done with the world for putting you in this situation, you had been shattered into a million pieces, and shinso could see it. He could see how desperate you were. Something flashed in his eyes.

“Sweetheart…”

“I will, I would rather die. I can’t go back in there, if you make me I’ll jump off a roof, or I’ll fall down the stairs, or I’ll hang myself. I just- I won’t go back- not alive” you rushed out in between sobs, you had stopped fighting, instead opting for intense teary-eyed eye contact to make your point heard. Your hands now gripped the collar of his shirt, quivering. your heart was trembling, and so was your body, it would only be minutes till you would feint. This is it.

“Don’t say that- you don’t have to hurt yourself for freedom, just ask them and they’ll give you whatever you want, anything. They love you-“ he begun, stroking your hair as he held you. Your hands continued to shake as his eyes met your gaze. You wouldn’t go back, you couldn’t, shinso saw what it was doing to you. He saw the way you shrank from loud noises now and winced when getting up from the couch, how your eyes would sometimes go glassy as if you were in a different place entirely. He wouldn’t do this to you, he loves you too much right?

Right?

“I DONT WANT THE FREEDOM THEYLL GIVE ME, I WANT TO LEAVE. I WANT TO LIVE MY OWN LIFE. I’ll do it, you think I won’t but I will. Please- even if you don’t take me away from here- just let me run, say- say you couldn’t catch me. Just give me enough time to get in a taxi, you don’t even have to help me. Please shinso, I’m begging you” your silent years now turned into gut wrenching, stomach aching sobs. He was going to let you rot in that house, with your stupid dolls and toys and cats that you were far too old for. There… there’s no hope for you… I’d he doesn’t help- if he doesn’t help than you’re stuck for all eternity till you are nothing but a skeleton.

“You know I can’t do that” at his words your hands begun to dig in his neck, your cries hurt your stomach, that endless pit of despair slowly settling at the bottom. this is it. this is the end of your life.

“I would rather go live in hell than have to live here ever again. I- I just can’t do this anymore, they hurt me just so they can feel good helping me, everything I do makes me so tired, so weak. I can’t pick things up on my own, sometimes my knees are so weak I can’t even walk. I need them. Fuck I need them Shinso. Do you know how humiliating that is, how infuriating that is? They've ruined me, I’m not a whole person anymore. Please… please just- just let me have this” You could barely breathe at this point, your lungs filling up with that depressing feeling. As you spoke your sobs got worse and worse, till you were almost incomprehensible. You can’t do this anymore. You just can’t. Too locked up in your internal monologue you missed out on the shift in shinsos eyes, how his sympathy increased with every word you spoke.

“Oh baby… I-“ tears pricked at the edges of his eyes, and a deepset frown splayed across his face. He loves you, god he loves you so much. But… maybe you would be better off away, you aren’t happy here, you cry day and night till your stomach aches, you don’t eat, or sleep. You’re a shell. A shell of the girl he loves, is it so bad to want you back?? He can’t keep you like this, unhappy, in pain.

Much to your surprise, he slowly placed you on the ground, staring right into your souls with those eyes of his, letting a “shhh” come from his mouth, he pointed towards the road. Your eyes widened as you looked up at your big brother, immediately you threw yourself on him and squeezed as tight as you could in a hug, still crying all the way through. You didn’t know you could love somebody this much.

“I love you” he spoke, and immediately you pushed off your bare feet in a dash for the road, willing to run all the way back to town if need be. You didn’t even notice the blood seeping out from your feet due to the excess adrenaline running through your system, you were simply ecstatic. You made it a couple yards, not even sparing your brother a glance, you were free! YOU WERE FREE! You ran as fast as you could….

Only to be yanked back harshly. You let out a sob as arms engulfed you, swallowing you up whole, along with your dignity and will to live.

“That’s enough shinso. Oh don’t cry sweet girl, we’ll make you better don’t worry. If I had known you felt so- so awful I would’ve helped sooner” you recognized one of your captors, mic, by not only his voice, but also his smell, and how hard his arms were gripping you. You could feel the muscles he had squeezing you, holding you ever so close to him, and warming you up. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. Immediate panic set into your bones, he’s gonna be so mad at you for running , and he’s gonna be livid that you threatened yourself. You can feel the punishments coming. you shivered in his arms, panic and terror washing over you, clouding any sense of judgment you had managed to keep.

"Please- Please don't make me go back- ill die pleas-" you sobbed, scratching at him with your short nails, digging your feet further in the dirt, you found yourself wincing as mud made its way into the cuts in your feet. It only made you cry more and more. you were halted in your begging though, all the air in your lungs being knocked straight out of your chest.

Mic hoisted you up much like Shinso had previously done, however his grip was iron l, impossible to budge and honestly, painful. He squeezed you and cooed into your ear in attempts to calm your nerves. Nothing was working however, you were too fragile, too easy to break. and you were broken all right, with the way you were sobbing into his chest, that was for sure. You just need time, comfort, safety, security. they would give you all of that and more, but you had to stay with them, you just had to.

It's cold outside, but god you would rather be frozen alive than brought back into that house. this is it for you. you're over. It's done.

“Don’t worry baby, we’ll make it all better soon.

I promise” ---------------------------------------------------- its been a while huh. I FIGURED OUT HOW TO DO A "Keep reading" CUT! YAY! I havent written something platonic in months but I feel like it was warranted so enjoy, this is pretty self indulgent so I hope it works for yall too. have fun. I hope everybody reading this has a lovely day, and remembers that they are loved somewhere by someone. Have a great day! see you next time!

[passingbypainfullyaware]

Beloved creator and internet shouty man Danny Motta said that Rei suwa as an adult looked like Aizawa today.

I’m slowly having the realisation that buddy daddies is just erasermic hitman au fanfic where they raise uraraka together.

[skepti-m-cal]

I came up with the idea while I was watching some old videos of me pranking my friends, and Shinso's the perfect character for this because he is so me and he is my favorite character and he is so me and

If u have pranks ideas gimme gimme

[xia0ming56]

erasermic BUT MAKE IT PHANTOM OF THE OPERA >:D !!

[alienaiver]

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

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

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

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

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

[socially-anxious-wizard]

Idk if any of this is Canon in my Writing yet but here's a look at Shousuke and Akane.

[sunflxwer-writes]

is it just me or is the world falling apart?

Warnings:  hospitals, mentions of violence and injury, mild descriptions of panic and dissociation

Summary: “Hitoshi,” Hizashi breathed, too quiet to have truly been heard by anyone. He was so relieved to see his kid awake—to see him alive—that he almost collapsed into a heap of grateful sobs. Almost.

~

Shinsou and Aizawa get injured on patrol and Yamada, naturally, panics and rushes to see his family.

Word Count: 2,202

Read it here

[wander-wren]

yall if anyone has any dadzawa-adopting-class-a-kids recs PLEASE throw them my way. plsplsplsplspls

bonus points if they’re long (but i am literally always down for oneshots). bonus points if there’s at least some focus on the kid struggling to settle in/aizawa messing up/etc. less interested in fics where the focus is on pre-adoption stuff bc as good as that is, i’ve read it many times and it’s a different vibe. i don’t really care who the kid is though AND i will even accept wips, provided they’re far enough along to include ^^ the above.

in the meantime i will be hunting ao3 again

[dark-elf-writes]

Erasermic but make it Buddy Daddies. Just these two disaster heroes/vigilantes/hitmen/whatever trying to raise [insert child here] while doing their jobs but Shouta is his usual feral ass self and Hizashi is the best housewife but terrible at recognizing his own trauma.

Wait that’s just straight up erasermic.

[fandom-susceptible]

Random fic series idea I'm noodling around and kinda wanna do;

Dadzawa fics with each and every one of the students from His Class

Minus Mineta who gets expelled in . . . Someone else's chapter because fuck the grape bastard. Maybe Bakugou's chapter.

Plus chapters for at least Shinsou and Eri. Maybe some other students if I'm inspired? Was he the homeroom teacher for the Big Three too? If he was might do one with Amajiki too . . .

Also packing as many queer headcanons and AUs in as possible just for the fun of it (I have 13 of the class of 20 being queer in this mental canon already, plus Aizawa, Yamada, Toshinori, and Nemuri).

[lolita-lollipop]

OK so I just read your last fic thing with Hizashi and Aizawa kidnapping a teenager and her preferring Hizashi over Aizawa and I love it!!! It's so fucking good and the flow and everything is amazing!!!

Not a request: just a funny concept: imagine Y/N preferring Aizawa over Hizashi and Hizashi is like ????? Bc he's the FUN parent dammit, why is their bby cuddling up to quiet and boring Aizawa?? And Mic being super annoyed when their bby doesn't want to cuddle up to him or relax with him and choosing to curl up next to Aizawa lmfao

😂😂😂😂 Just a funny idea

YANDERE PLATONIC ERASERMIC X READER (DRABBLE)

 If this isn’t facts I don’t know what is.  Mic knew when they agreed that Aizawa would give out punishments, that hizashi would immediately be the natural favorite. Because he’s the one to save you from your punishments, he’s the one to tell you that it’s okay and that he thinks your father was being mean too. 

Hizashi was always the one there to reassure you that you would be okay, he was always the one to give you a snack and some water after you got in trouble, and he was the one to wipe your tears when you were crying. 

So imagine his shock when you seem to prefer Aizawa over him. It's just the little things at first, when the three of you eat dinner together you sit closer to him, when it's time for bed you ask him to read you stories, you let him sit next to you when you were with the cats. You never let Mic though. 

then, as months progressed,  your favoritism became oh-so evident. It was almost like you actively avoided mic, and sought out Aizawa, which was so surreal to mic. Aizawa is the one who lectures you and makes you sit in the corner till you're crying your eyes out. So why. The hell. Do you. Like him. 

It was just so aggravating, how Aizawa let you lie down in his lap while he stroked your hair and kept you warm. The two of you never even talked! He was so fun and interesting, he loved cracking jokes and making you laugh and tickling you! Why did you choose him?

It gets on his nerves, whenever he sees you cuddling close to aizawa, when he sees aizawa letting you help him in the kitchen, when you stop crying when he comes around, and start again when mic does. Don't get him wrong, he loves you with all his heart, and he loves his husband too, but when both are pretty much icing him out (mainly you), that just pisses him off. 

The funny thing is though, you don't even really like aizawa, in fact, you almost hate him, and you hate that your mind wants you to love him. Mic’s original plan of making you have favoritism towards him completely and utterly backfired, instead of showing more affection towards mic, it was towards aizawa. 

Maybe it's just because aizawa was so much like you, of course you were a giant hero who could crush you in between his fingers, but you were so quiet, and sometimes solitude made more of a statement than talking ever did. Aizawa understood that. And he knew sometimes just curling up by a fire in silence with back rubs was better than talking. Hizashi didnt. 

Slowly the favoritism becomes becomes evident to both parents, and aizawa, while not intentionally, rubs it in Mics face, excluding him, doing cute things with you, knowing you wouldnt like him being there. 

And mic, we all know as a yandere, mic is very unstable, and as  you wear him down, the psychosis just elevates until he is held up by a string prepared to snap. And when it snaps, it's not good for anybody. 

He literally begins forcing  you to do things with him, you sit by aizawa at the dinner table? he tugs the back of your shirt to be closer with himlike a cat. You ask aizawa to read you a story? Youre getting Mic, and possibly a scolding if you complain about it. And even if you whine when he hugs you and the cats, or sits close to you when you watch Tv, he is doing it either way. 

And the more you complain about your “new favorite” (self proclaimed of course), the more your freedoms get taken away from you, maybe it means you have to be strapped down to eat dinner, maybe it means you don't get any outside time, maybe it means no TV, maybe you have to sleep in their room now. Eventually you learn that you cant play favorites, not when both of them are teetering on the edge of insanity. 

You'll learn to love them equally, 

You'll have to. 

[set-forth-a-dream]

Hizashi’s first car. An EraserMic one shot.

The sun was shining almost too bright today as Shota finished tying his tie around the collar of his uniform shirt. Looking in the bathroom mirror he noticed the growth of stubble on his chin. The thought of shaving didn’t cross his mind, in fact, he was glad. The fibers of his capture scarf weren’t made for comfort, it tended to be a little itchy if not sharp in some areas. It was a weapon after all. The addition of some facial hair would allow a barrier between the rough fibers and his otherwise smooth skin. And made him look mature, he’d been ready for some kind of change. Shake off the look of being a wide-eyed innocent hopeful hero. There was nothing innocent about the job. Beneath the paraded fame and glam of costumes, code names, special moves, and battle banter it was a dark and dangerous game of life or death that should be taken more seriously. With the addition of his facial hair his frumpy black waves now reached past his shoulders. Should he cut it? He thought moving it slightly back and up. That would mean taking routine haircuts to keep up an image. Why would he do that if he could keep up a less high-maintenance image for no money? He let the long hair fall back into place on his shoulders. That was enough of the mirror for today. He turned back to his room to finish getting his socks on and pack his backpack. His phone vibrated on the side table next to his bed. He spared it a glance but he still had the screen facing down. He decided it could wait whatever it was. Probably Hizashi sending a meme or cat video. He hesitated debating on whether or not to give in and look now that there was a chance of seeing cats giving the phone another glance. But he didn’t have time for distractions. He took the phone from its charger and slid it in his pocket and continued getting his backpack ready. Then he joined his parents in the kitchen, his father on his phone scrolling with dark circles under his eyes and a fork of cold eggs held halfway to his mouth.

“Good morning Shota.” His mother greeted setting a plate at the table.

“Morning.” He answered taking his seat and briefly placing his palms together over his plate, “Thanks.”

“Mornin’” His father finally came around out of his trance, “Fell asleep with my eyes open again.”

“Mhm,” Shota and his mother hummed.

The rest of the time it was quiet. Not an uncomfortable silence it was a whole family of people who preferred to do things mid-day to evenings. Mornings were meant to go slow, waking up naturally, dragging your feet across the floor, and maybe going back to bed after your first bathroom usage of the day. Unfortunately, that wasn’t how the world worked. So until mid-day, his family lacked the liveliness of someone awake and ready for the day. His phone vibrated again with another notification. Again Shota ignored it taking up his finished plate and headed back to the bathroom to brush his teeth and then he’d be off on his walk to school.

A rhythmic rumble shook the walls and he paused in his brushing. Some idiot had the music up way too loud in their car while passing by. He shrugged it off and continued only the pulsing music got closer and then it stayed. Who had the energy to be this annoying and inconsiderate this early in the morning??

“Shota!” His mother called from down the hall, “Your friend is here.”

Hizashi? Here? He finished with the water and hurried down the hall grabbing his backpack and stomping on his shoes as he realized, that loud music was right in front of his house! Unbelievable! What did he do, bring a whole stereo outside with him?! His cheeks heated up with embarrassment, the neighbors are going to stare!! He shoved open his front door to see a car, windows rolled down and Hizashi in the driver's seat having a karaoke session with his hair brush.

The neighbors were in fact staring, some shook their heads and made faces. Shota hurried over to the car.

“‘Zashi it’s too loud!!” If he could use his quirk on a car he’d be staring it down hard. “Turn it down!!”

“SHOTA!” Hizashi’s voice came with a wind that blew back his hair, “CHECK OUT MY SWEET WHEELS!”

“Your! Music! Is! Too! Loud!” He yelled over the clamor of a guitar solo.

“Get in!” Hizashi nodded to the passenger seat.

“Turn it down!” Shota demanded seeing his neighbors get increasingly annoyed and concerned. “Oh my god PLEASE turn it down!”

Hizashi pinched the volume dial and finally turned it down. “What’s the matter you don’t like ‘Hotel California’?” He asked a smile stayed plastered on his face, “Like the car? I finally saved up enough! She’s a little rough around the edges and the AC doesn’t always work but she drives!” He revved the engine but it didn’t give any flattering ‘purr’ just an annoying rumble. “C’mon get in!”

“No!” Shota answered back with irritable embarrassment, “I’d rather walk!” He pulled himself away from the car and stuffed his hands in his pockets then began walking down the sidewalk. His neighbors gave sheepish smiles and some laughed. He kept his head low waiting for the music and engine of the car to fade off the further he got. Only the music and engine stayed steady and right next to him.

“What are you doing?!” Shota groused snapping his head to look at the road where Hizashi slowly inched the car along to stay next to him.

“Offering you a ride to school dude. It’ll be faster if you just get in.”

“I’m not getting in that thing!” He hissed and picked up his pace.

Hizashi stayed next to him slowly rolling the tires and leaned his elbow out of the window peaking his green eyes out from his shades. “C’mon, bro! I told you I was going to pick you up!”

“No, you didn’t! And you didn’t have to do it while alerting the entire neighborhood!” Shota yelled. “You better go on, you look like a total creep right now.”

“Whoa! Who’s bein’ loud now?” Hizashi teased, “Yes I did! I sent you a text. Which I assume you never looked at. Again.” His voice dipped down showing his disappointment. Shota felt the phone in his pocket. The notification message.

Hizashi continued seemingly over the small pout of being ignored. “If you were outside waiting for me we would have sped off without causing a scene.”

“You ARE a scene,” Shota grumbled rolling his eyes.

“I’ll take that as a compliment!” He brushed back some blond hair in the weird updo he gave himself. “Now come on! You know ya wanna! You can take a nap on the way!”

There was no arguing or persuading his friend to leave. He sighed and stopped walking turning to the beige car. His friend looked like a glamor magazine model in a second-hand tin can. Entirely out of place. The color didn’t suit him but it was a milestone in a lot of people’s lives they couldn’t wait to achieve. He didn’t see the appeal. The noise, pollution, gas, and money it took to take care of a car could go to other more important and helpful things. Though at some point it would be logical to have one's private car. Popular Heroes in the public transportation system were impossible. They’d be swarmed with fans and never make it anywhere on time, or possibly make an otherwise safe area dangerous due to a villain tracking them down. Not that he thought he’d ever have to worry about becoming popular or having fans. He didn’t care about that so getting a car of his own could wait for a few more years or maybe forever. Hizashi on the other hand was bright, shining like the sun that morning. He made himself known, he’s a people person. Everyone knows him in some way or another. He was sure that one-day Hizashi would make the top ten in the hero charts. Not number one, but maybe 7 or 8. He thought he deserved it.

“Hhh, fine.” He walked over to the passenger side of the car taking off his backpack, “But keep the music down.”

“Hmm maybe.” Hizashi shrugged but excitedly vibrated in his seat. “Welcome aboard passenger! Please buckle your seat belt.” Hizashi mimicked a ride operator's announcements, one of the jobs he’d taken over the summer at a theme park. “Our destination today is UA High. Adjust your seat, sit back, relax, enjoy some sick tunes, and enjoy the ride.”

Shota shook his head a smile creeping across his face as the sun shone brighter from the clouds and in the seat driving next to him. “Y’know no one listens to that music anymore. Not even in America.”

“Whattya’ talkin’ about, of course they do!” Hizashi shrugged as another big hit in the 70’s-80’s played. “Hey, hey look at you!! Did you know you have a porcupine growing on your face?”

Shota rubbed the stubble on his chin with a smile, “Yeah, think I’ll keep it.”

“Damn,” Hizashi stayed with his eyes on the road and a smile, “You look so cool.”

Shota shrugged, “It’s just practical. Now I’m gonna nap before we get to school, don’t crash.”

“Please, I passed my test with funky fresh colors!” Hizashi chirped proudly, “Speaking of colors, the car I really want is gonna be blue.”

“M’kay.” Shota leaned the seat back slightly and covered his eyes with his arm resting over his face.

“Do you think you’ll get a car Sho? We’re already in our senior year. Did you take the driver's ed course?”

“I did. I do know how to drive. I just don’t think having a car would be logical for my line of work.” He answered quickly and then began to focus on his nap.

“So what you’re sayin' is, you want me to pick you up more often huh?”

“No.” He answered realizing he wasn’t going to get any actual sleep. But he settled for keeping his eyes closed. “I’m fine walking or taking the train and bus. My work will be less flashy than everyone else. Rooftops, ally ways, the underground kind of work. A car has no place there. Besides, driving it into battle would be asking for it to be totaled.”

“I’d love to pick you up and take you where ever you need to be.” Hizashi answered flicking on his blinker, “So long as I’m not busy at the same time. You just call me and let me know.”

Shota sighed, “Is that what you got from that conversation? I don’t need you to be my chauffeur.”

“Don’t worry it’s not gonna look like this forever! I’ll have a cool car, sleek, blue, sports car. Imported of course.”

Shota sighed, “Whatever if that’s what you want to spend your gas on.”

“Trust me, man,” Hizashi answered and Shota could hear him smiling, “you’re worth it.”

They arrived at school pulling up to the parking lot. Kayama was waiting in their usual spot and ran over to meet them.

“Oh my gosh!!” She cheered tackling Hizashi as he closed the door to the car, “You got the car! It’s so ugly!”

“Hey!” Hizashi wriggled from her hug and her hands that forced his face near the deep valley of her open-buttoned shirt. “Go easy on her Kayama this is getting us to vacation destinations and drive-thru’s when you don’t want to go inside to eat! Right, Sho?”

Shota didn’t say anything just unbuckled his seatbelt and pulled himself from the passenger seat.

“Oh no,” Kayama cackled, “It’s great! It really suits you, Yamada!” She snorted trying to keep from doubling over in laughter.

“Yo!” Hizashi snapped. Shota watched the two playfully insult each other Kayama trying to rustle Hizashi’s hair out of place or keep him in a headlock while he complained she was being too brutish for a woman, or how she smudged his glasses. Oboro would do anything to be in his place. To have sat in the passenger seat instead while listening to loud old American hits with Hizashi.

“Sho! Help me out, man! Don’t leave me alone with her!” Hizashi called from up the stairs. The sun made his yellow-blond hair glow so much that Shota had to squint his eyes and lifted a hand. Kayama also waved for him to catch up lest he be mistaken for owning the ‘ugly’ car.

“Alright!” He answered with a smile, “I’m coming.” He started up the stairs to join the two for the rest of the day.

[a-conspiracy-of-bad-decisions]

Me: lol. Yeah it's super weird how much I love the found family and adoption tropes becuase I don't have any family trauma.

Also me: Yeah when I was really little I would get in trouble for crying if I didn't have a good reason to be crying. Also then I would get a bad headache from crying and my mom would tell me it was my fault for crying over nothing.