#present mic oneshot

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Heroes W/ S/O Like Queen B

Shota Aizawa X Fem!Reader, Taishiro Toyomitsu X Fem!Reader, Rumi Usagiyama X Fem!Reader, Hizashi Yamada X Fem!Reader

Requested: Anon

Request: I loved your villains with Queen B helluvaboss😁 may I please request queen B but with the pro heroes Aizawa, Fatgum, Mirko, Or even present Mic And they even like when she sings her song, “cotton candy” That would be pretty cool?

Shota Aizawa

🐛 You are not the type of person that anyone expects Aizawa to be with, you were the complete opposite colourful and sweet, most of the time. 🐛 You were popular amongst the younger kids and some of the teens, he was not surprised when he heard his class talking about you. 🐛 That extends to him hearing people singing your songs, he always thought that the song sounded best when you were singing it. 🐛 The best part of his day was when he’d come home to you humming or singing to yourself as you carried out everyday tasks.

Today had been taxing, 1A had been particularly testy and he had had to step in and stop a number of fights between the classmates and everyone else in the building. Not to mention all the other kids constantly goading the top class in hopes that they could get a rise from them. Honestly it was all childish behaviour and usually he would ignore it but today it so happened that it was his job to deal with it.

He walked into his room at the UA apartments and instantly relaxed when he heard you singing softly, he walked into the kitchen to see that you were frowning to yourself as you cooked. “What’s going on?” He asked as he walked up behind you gently wrapping his arms around your waist. “Nothing…” You answered as you changed the tune you were humming before shaking your head, crossing something out on a piece of paper a little bit away from you. “I’m trying to figure out the next few songs for the album.” “Mmm.” He hummed “I’m sure that you’ll make something amazing.” “You say that every time.” You narrowed your eyes as you let your head fall backwards to rest against his shoulder. “Have I been wrong?” He asked. “That is not the point.” You giggled as you squeezed his hands before continuing to make dinner. “How was your day?” You asked. “Hectic.” He answered “the kids are getting antsy.” “How so?” You asked. “1B is being particularly antagonistic.” Aizawa mumbled, pressing his face into your shoulder. “Well it’s not your problem anymore, let them fend for themselves for a little while.” You said softly, turning off the food and turning around in his grip. “Mmm, only if you show me those songs.” He said softly and you nodded. “Seems like a fair trade.” You finally nodded.

Taishiro Toyomitsu

🍡 You are the best thing that has ever happened to him period. 🍡 You have all the food that he needs, he’ll often come find you because according to him the best food he has had is the food that you have made for him. 🍡 Not to mention he’s always been a fun guy, he loves watching you perform any of your songs and even showed up if you filmed music videos, just for the support. 🍡 If he’s got paperwork to do or just odd jobs that require him to be able to hear everything going on around him, you can guarantee that your music is playing, through speaker or pair of earphones.

You are supposed to be meeting Tai for lunch, he had told you that he had been bogged down with paperwork. You knew that meant that he couldn’t leave the office but that didn’t mean that you couldn’t bring something to the office for him.

You walked into his agency and you could hear it before you even fully stepped into the lobby, a song from your newest album blaring from Tai’s office “has he been playing that all day?” You mumbled to yourself. “All week actually.” Kirishima corrected you, you glanced over at him and Tamaki sitting in the break area. “I’m so sorry.” Your face took on pity you couldn’t imagine dealing with someone playing the same album on repeat when it wasn’t your choice. “Ah it’s not so bad.” Kirishima waved you off but you didn’t believe him, instead you made a new promise. “I’m going to get him to stop playing that album.” You promised, you could hear Tamaki muttering something but you didn’t quite catch it as you made your way towards the office.

He didn’t even look up with you walked in confirming an earlier thought against knocking as he was unlikely to be able to hear you. You walked over to his desk gently knocking on the wood of his desk, he looked up at you and smiled pushing hush chair back and opening his arm. “There she is.” He cheered as you looked around the room trying to locate the control for the sound system. “You won’t find it.” “Where is it, you can’t keep subjecting everyone to this.” You stepped around the table reaching for the desk drawers, opening and closing each of them when you came up empty. “I’m not subjecting anyone to anything, I’m gifting them this.” Tai answered. “I’m not sure that everyone thinks that.” You continued searching still not finding anything, finally you turned to him, realising the many pockets on his hero suit. “Then they shouldn’t be working here.” Taishiro grabbed at your waist when you were close enough. “You shouldn’t joke like that.” You smacked his shoulder as you straddled his lap, hands moving to his pockets, he grabbed your wrist, the movement caused the control to peek out of his pocket, your tail shot out to grab it far to quickly for Taishiro to comprehend. The music cut off and you almost heard the collective sigh from everyone outside of the room. “You're no fun.” Tai pouted and you smirked and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “I’m plenty of fun but no one needs to hear my music that much.” You muttered as he opened his mouth to protest. “I don’t want to hear it, it’s lunch time, let's eat.”

Rumi Usagiyama

🐇 You and Mirko are the power couple of the century, the wolf and the rabbit, most villains were terrified if you two were the ones after them. 🐇 Mirko was never not promoting your music, she loved it and she honestly didn’t care what others thought. 🐇 You were never too bothered by hate that found its way to you through your music career but Mirko often took it as a personal offence and stood up for you in any way that she could, that often worried her PR team but like I said before she doesn’t care. 🐇 Mirko liked when you sang for her and only her, so she’d often ask for a performance at home, where it was just the two of you.

You’d been home for a while before Mirko came in, so long that you had showered changed and started dinner. You heard the door open and smiled when she peered around the kitchen door to look at you. “Good, your home.” She grinned as she walked towards you pressing a kiss to your temple “you’ve been working too hard lately.” “The same could be said for you.” You argued as you turned off the food walking “everything is ready, go wash up while I plate up everything.” “Fine.” She walked towards the bedroom and through to the bathroom while you continued with the food.

After eating you were both in the living room, the news playing softly in the background not that either of you were really paying attention, Mirko had pulled you onto her lap both of you talking in hushed tones about your day and the people that you had spoken to. “You know I missed you today.” Mirko changed the subject, she had been talking about some boring meeting that she’d had to attend, the only reprieve being that she was with Hawks, he made it a lot more bearable. “Missed me? You saw me this morning.” You pressed your finger to her nose and nipped at the air attempting to catch it as you pulled away. “I didn’t have time to listen to you today, usually I hear your voice throughout the day.” She explained. “Mmm.” You hummed. “Where is this going?” “I think after such a stressful day I’m entitled to a personal performance.” Adjusting you to sit facing her she knocked her nose against yours drawing your attention to her. “Personal performance?” You asked. “Whatever song you want.” The grin never left her face and her eyes never strayed from yours. “Right now?” You asked. “Is that a problem?” Mirko asked. “Just a bit sudden, I didn’t have a performance on my schedule today.” You shrugged and she leaned up lips next to your ear. “Come on for me?” And of course you did it.

Hizashi Yamada

🎙 This man has a radio show… I don’t think there is anyone who hasn’t heard whatever your newest song at the time is. 🎙 He will have his own renditions of your song whether that’s covers or remixes, literally dedicates a whole segment to you, man has no chill and also doesn’t know how to keep what he deems small insignificant secrets so that segment is usually dedicated to disproving rumours and telling little secrets. 🎙 No.1 fan, no one hears the end of him talking about you, Aizawa knows more than he should about you. 🎙 Your work colleagues are always calling you telling you that you need to listen to whatever your boyfriend is rambling about because it’s hilarious.

You groaned as you continued to listen to Hizashi continue to enthusiastically rant on about whatever it is that he’s talking about, you had stopped listening a little while ago but it had started with the newest villain arrest that you had made. You were heading to the studio considering Hizashi had gone well over what he had told you was the segmented time for his rant.

“There you are, I tried telling him a few times that he’s going over.” You nodded as you listened to the show runner who was leaning you towards Hizashi’s studio. He opened the door and you rolled your eyes at Hizashi sitting with his feet kicked up as he talked. “You need to end this show.” You said walking towards him but he just laughed. “There she is!” Hizashi cheered. “No, say goodbye to your listeners, time to go.” You ordered. “But I haven’t even played your new song yet.” He whined. “Who’s fault is that?” You pushed his chair away from the mic and leaned forward. “I’m so sorry guys, it looks like he’s gotten carried away again, you’ll have to tune in tomorrow to hear my new release.” You signalled to the other show operators on the other side of the glass and waited for the on-air light to go off before turning to Hizashi. “We’ve talked about this, do you remember what happened with Aizawa?” “I missed you.” He mumbled reaching for you, you rolled your eyes and lifted your hand lacing your fingers together. “That does not need to be everyone else’s problem.” You squeezed his hand prompting him to pull you forward, as he made a noise of disapproval wrapping an arm around you and resting his head on your stomach. “I’m finished now, so how about you pack up and we head home, spend the rest of the evening together.” “Really?” He asked. “Really.” You nodded, he stood from her chair before you had fully stepped back waving to everyone and announcing that he was leaving, while dragging you behind him. You rolled your eyes as you followed after him waving to everyone as you did, some of them mouthing a ‘thank you’.

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☾ yamada hizashi masterlist ☽

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angst (a) ;; fluff (f) ;; smut (s) ;; crack (c)

☾. one shot

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my man | aizawa shouta X reader

[oneshot; (part 1) . (part 2 will be out soon)]

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It's bittersweet walking through the gates of the school building you would run around in with your friends almost a decade ago now.

Not a thing has changed, you can still imagine yourself chasing Shirakumo to get back your lunch while the other girls leave you behind not wanting to deal with what comes next.

This 'next' is Yamada's loud calls. Obviously, the whole of the school would know who he is looking for during the breaks. His voice made it from one end of the school to the other and that, when U.A. covers a massive swathe of land.

One of the only unfamiliar places of the school is where you're headed now– the teachers' lounge.

It's going to go well.. relax.

You're nervous, not because you've now chosen to teach in the very school you yourself became a hero but because you will finally be in front of the faces you haven't seen in ages having needed to move abroad immediately after school for your mother's cancer treatment.

The door opens before you can hold the knob revealing the same principal from years ago, you wonder if he ever ages at all.

"Just in time, (L/n)-san. I just briefed the other teachers about you." his lips curve to the same smile you've known forever and instantly, one rises up your face, he continues, "How have you been?"

"I've been doing well." you smile and enter as he open the door thereby coming into sight of all the people sitting in the room.

"That's brilliant to hear." Nezu lifts his paw, but before he can say anything else, a way-too-loud call of "(Name)-chan! You're the new teacher?" cuts in.

Nezu doesn't hold you both back from having your moment. Instantly, Yamada hurries in for a hug, "You're back– wait, I should be mad at you for not keeping in touch!"

Midnight is next, she calls you her favourite Kohai from school times and brags to everyone about the fun you all would have fun after basically lifting you and swinging you around in the hug.

The others teachers chuckle and them and tell you they haven't been their chaotic selves in some time before this.

It is during the talk with the new people around that you notice Aizawa Shouta leaned against the wall in the corner of the room, his face turned to the ground in front and a conflicted look adorning it.

Your lips twitch– he hasn't even come to greet you despite you having returned after almost a decade.

Something tells you you shouldn't be surprised, however. He has always been his 'stay out of attention' self. Maybe he didn't want to draw too much of attention to the fact that he knows you too?

But he is a teacher here so he shouldn't be complaining about attention in the first place.

Oh, whatever reason it is.

You make your way to him while the fuzziness from years ago enters your chest again. It's alright– you know you feel exactly the same way for him as you did years ago.

Or maybe whatever this is more intense. You've longed for him for almost a decade now after all.

"Shouta-kun." his name sounds melodic as it leaves your lips, "H-How are you doing?" there is a small pause, "I mean.. y-you remember me, right?"

The indifferent, unfamiliar look in his eyes makes your throat fill up with an acidic doubt. You swallow hard.

"I don't have the memory of a goldfish, (Name)-chan." he sigh and turns his head to the side, "Of course I remember you. You were way to noisy to forget back then."

"I can't tell whether that's a compliment or an insult." the laugh that escapes your lips is more of relief than amusement.

He hums, then steps away from you, turning to say, "Go figure out." before he walks off.

You halt, blinking a few times at his figure leaving the room.

"It's time for class." Yamada's arm falls on your shoulder, "It's not that he's running from you or something, okay?"

You let out a snort, "As if I'd assume that." but you partially have.

"Lie to someone else." he shakes his head, then holds his hands in front of his face, "Shouta-kun's mind is tunnel visioned to his students like this during work hours here. All of ours are– minus Nemuri-chan because she's.. well forget it, you'll get to know –but, point is, you'll have to work hard here, (Name)-chan."

"Oh, hit me with anything, Hizashi-kun." your lips tug upwards.

He frowns, "But that day I hit you with the iron rod, you cried."

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"What does go figure out even mean?" your head rests against the glass window. Classes ended half an hour ago and you're proud to say you did pretty well for a first time.

"It means go figure out." Yamada gives you company to act like an idiot in front of the departing students, "What do you think it is, a compliment or an insult?"

"Totally an insult." you deadpan at him.

"At least your retardation hasn't gotten worse over the years." Aizawa's voice walks past the both of you and you and Yamada immediately jolt straight and turn to see him walk away with test papers.

"A test on the first day of school after summer break?" you shiver, "Shouta-kun's the devil to his students."

"Oh," Yamada shakes his head pitifully, "he is. Before the last year, he always told the whole class they've failed and are expelled from the school just to give them a near death experience."

"That idiot.. " your gaze lingers on his figure walking further away in the corridor. The boy you knew was just nineteen when you last saw him.

He's a man now.

They both really did age well.

Your mind prefers to place Aizawa on the top of this 'aging well' hierarchy until Midnight comes into your mind and you have to readjust with a chuckle.

To celebrate your return, Yamada drags you all into a restaurant he owns for dinner later that evening.

Partially, you hope he would have given you time to get dressed pretty for a certain pair of tired black eyes but the other part argues you've lose your head in stress of what to wear and what to not if that happened.

Conversations drag on at the table while plates empty into all of your stomachs. Being heroes means a massive diet after all.

"And then there was this weird self-obsessed-ish kid." you did try to eat decently in front of the others but they remembered how rabid you are so it was no good.

"Who– wait, I know. It's Monomoa." Yamada laughs, "No one else in 2B fits under that terminology."

"He's not self obsessed, come on." Aizawa sighs and shakes his head, "Are you seriously considering teaching at U.A. a joke?"

"I mean.. " you shrug, "they took you in so it would be pretty lousy here, wouldn't it?"

Yamada and Kayama laugh.

"Oh?" Aizawa's eyebrows raise, "Says the girl who lost a Sports Festival match because a bug got into her costume."

"For your information, it was a worm." you gag at the memory, "And it reminded me of you and your yellow sleeping bags, Shouta-kun. Now tell me then, do you want something that reminds me of you to be wiggling around my boobs?"

Yamada snorts out a glass of water to the side. Aizawa scoffs though he clearly is surprised to see you're just as shameless as you were back then.

"When will you ever grow up?" he rolls his eyes.

"When you get your hair cut short." you place the glass on the table with full confidence, ignoring the way Yamada signals you to change your statement from the side.

"Tomorrow then." Aizawa nods, his lips pulling into his signature shit-eating grin, "If you don't grow up tomorrow, you're responsible for cleaning up all toilets in the staff room."

You realize he would definitely have his hair chopped if it means rubbing this into your face, "Don't you dare touch your hair, Shouta-kun." you life your knife up at him, "Those luscious locks must stay."

While Aizawa facepalms, Kayama laughs out loud in laughter. You tell her she's laughing at anything and she replies telling you you're hilarious.

"And," you turn back to Aizawa, "if that's your way of inviting me to your bathroom, Shouta-kun, I accept the offer." the way he rolls his eyes is enough to make you stop using the playfully seductive tone.

Yamada rubs his cheeks, "Man, living with Shouta-kun's going to give me depression. I haven't laughed much yet but my cheeks already hurt. I'm so glad you're back, (Name)-chan."

"Me too." your expressions melt like butter, you flash them all a beautifully genuine smile, voice getting the slightest bit heavy, "I missed you all so much."

"If you cry, I'll puke." Aizawa comments.

"If I puke, I'll make you lick it all off." you comment back, expressions stoic and staring into space.

Aizawa makes a disgusted face. Kayama has almost actually puked out something at the thought. This sort of talk while eating effects Yamada as little as it does you.

"You took general studies too?" Aizawa sighs and decides to change the topic before you say something more gross.

"Yep."

"Anyone noticeable?"

"If you mean that purple turnip head boy with eyes as head as yours, yes. If you mean anything other than the fact that he's probably an insomniac, no." you shrug and take a bite of your food.

"That's Shouta-kun's son." Yamada snidely mentions. You choke and cough out the contents of your mouth.

"Stop it, Hizashi-kun." Aizawa tiredly leans in his chair.

"You know I won't, don't you?" he grins, "That's the kid Aizawa gives personal lessons too because the kid's quirk is brain related and– oi, he's not actually Shouta-kun's son."

"Oh?" you'd been moments away from hyperventilating and talk airily, "O-Of course.. I-I mean why would he be.. Shouta-kun's too young to have a kid that old."

"Shouta-kun wouldn't have a kid at all because he would sleep through the wedding." Kayama repeats an OG joke from the childhood and you and Yamada laugh nostalgically.

Aizawa's head lolls back tiredly, "So this is a one-sided bullying session against me?"

"Aw, don't be sad about it, Shouta-kun." you coo, "They say only the prettiest people get bitched about. I'm sure you wouldn't mind."

He turns to you, "What stupid romance novel did you read this in now?"

You blink, "What do you mean romance novel?"

"Considering your life outside fantasy is non existent." he tilts his head, "What was that fiction you would read back in the day? You remember it, Hizashi-kun?"

"Ah.. " his eyebrows raise as your ears glow red, "I'd totally forgotten.. don't remember what it was about, though."

Aizawa's grin returns, "A weird hero with silky black hair saves a girl from death and they fall in– " you cut him off before he can say something more to embarrass you.

Just as fucking oblivious about it now too, aren't you, Shouta-kun.

"You paid a lot of attention to me back then, eh, Shouta-kun." this gives you the responsive pause you need, "You even remember the details of the story. Oh my, you weren't jealous, were you?"

Take that, bitch.

The voice in your head says it in too adoring a way for you to be able to muster any sassy expressions. A soft look adorns your face instead.

Aizawa's expressions have dropped to zero. His ears well hidden under his own hair are radiating heat now, it's obvious by the unusual tint against his pale skin.

"Exposed." Yamada snickered, "Poor boy Shouta."

"Shut up, will you?" the man frowns and drops himself against the chair once more, "Fucking noisy, both of you."

"Oh my," your hand comes to your mouth, "did I just hear sensei swear? How dirty."

"I will kill you." he threatens, head turning away.

"Oh," you say in a dramatized tone, "don't you already?"

Aizawa huffs, his scarves covering his cheeks to hide the tint of pink. Kayama realises she wants to see the same colour on your face.

"First day back and she's already flirting with Shouta-kun." her snicker punches your guts, "How obvious you make your crush on him, (Name)-chan."

The effect is immediate, hot red pumps into your face. You pass her a betrayed look but she and Yamada are too busy grinning at each other to care.

Aizawa doesn't interfere or even choose to take a shot against you at this. He pretends to not have heard this at all.

Your lips curve low, it bothers you that he would not react in any way on hearing something like this.

Even if he is not interested in you, you still do wish to have some or the other sort of response from him whenever you gather the courage to confess to him but this firsthand scenario doesn't bring in much.

The cold look from the teacher's lounge appears in your mind momentarily.

You find the need to take a bathroom break.

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It's been some time since you've been teaching at U.A., though it was mostly a behind-the-curtain work schedule.

Nezu has decided to make you an official homeroom teacher the next year which means you get teacher training.

"What are we doing?" you're not very sure about what Yamada is leading you into. Principal Nexu did say there is going to be a new task for you today and that your loud friend would take you to it but it definitely has nothing to do in front of Aizawa's classroom, right?

Yamada barges in, "Yeeaah!" he's just as full of energy as ever, "Good morning my lovely little listeners!"

There is a decently energetic response.

While Aizawa tells him to get out, Yamada makes an annoucement, "I'm going to introduce a new teacher to you all today! She's your sensei's very special friend."

You're not the only one who has facepalmed. Aizawa tiredly begs you to take him away with the look on his face.

The students beat you teachers to making a move, though.

"Are we talking about the new teacher you were standing beside with your head against the window with yesterday?" a girl asks.

"Bingo!" Yamada's hands point to her, "This new teacher is," you're dragged inside with one hand, "(L/n) (Name) sensei! The one person in the world who knows how to bully your sensei!"

Aizawa claps sarcastically, "Wow, what an enlightening introduction."

"You really could have done better, Hizashi-kun." you feel embarrassed to be pulled in front of everyone like this, "That's just.. "

"Whatever it is, out, both of you. Now." Aizawa orders.

You hold back from making a 'hot sensei giving orders' joke about him in front of the kids and choose to focus a little longer on the way his hair hangs around his face.

"Oi, her training session briefing is under your surveillance." Yamada tells him and Aizawa mutters something about wanting to be dead, "Take care of the both of them, you all!" he turns to the students.

They don't immediately understand.

"They could either A, fight and kill each other or B, make out and be kicked out from the– " you grab his arm and throw him out, then instantly turn to the class with a strict look.

"Don't you all dare get any funny ideas."

They all clearly push the gossip for later when they reply with a "yes ma'am".

Aizawa behind you looks like he's about to bang his head to the wall. Clearly, he isn't very eager to see his students get the wrong idea and thereby become a topic of gossip.

You honestly wouldn't step in that pit either.

"I'll only be joining you all for training session today." you have your strict face on, "If you think your sensei is bad, I'm a nightmare." but it just so happens that Aizawa snorts at that spoiling the seriousness behind your words.

When you turn to him, you find him trying to make a straight face through amusement. That, but the students can see because he's turned away from them and is walking towards you.

"Grab your suits and hurry down to training." he tells them, "And you, nightmarish teacher, come behind me."

Your jaw drops, "Are you ridiculing me, Shouta-kun?" of course the kids wouldn't mind some drama from you too, right?

Well Shouta's fault, not mine.

"Yes. I'm surprised your pea sized brain can tell." he walks out of the class leaving you behind but not any chances for you to cause the drama until the students turn to you.

"Good luck, new sensei." one of them says, "Go turn the look in your eyes to words and he'll say yes for sure.. maybe.. "

"Hey, what the hell?" you snap your head towards this blond boy with the black lighting bolt in his hair, "Behave." but he looks too conflicted to pay attention.

"Actually, he's definitely going to reject you." he speaks up a moment later, "B-But that's because Aizawa sensei has zero romance drive, not because you're not cool or something. You're super cute— ah, nevermind."

His face buries in his hands.

You don't understand whether to coo at the kid or just laugh out loud. Aizawa peeks in from the side of the door a moment later and you decide to just escape the odd situation.

Some strict nightmarish teacher you are.

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"Oh, you fucking monster." your body is sore, "This was supposed to be training for the kids, not me."

"Right?" Aizawa lazily examines the papers, "It's such a shame you're so out of shape. How good you were back when we were kids."

"Says the guy who always defeated me in the sports festivals." you frown.

"You never even tried to fight." he hums, eyes focused on the training report sheets he made the students write, "Never understood that. I do remember how mercilessly you threw Hizashi out of boundaries."

"Couldn't hurt your pretty face, you know." you shrug, heat rising to your cheeks but you play it cool, "Plus Hizashi was just annoying during sports festivals."

"His quirk is being loud, (Name)-chan." Aizawa's eyes roll over to your for a moment. You find yourself admiring how well he has matured once again, "But that being put aside, how come you're this out of shape?"

I'm not out of shape, Shouta-kun..

"I was distracted by how handsome of a man you've become." you word it in a ridiculing tone but there isn't an inch of your statement that isn't true, "Oh, the jawline, the super pull-able hair and the muscles."

Aizawa rolls his eyes.

"And the eye rolls." this comes out a lot softer and warmer. You've missed his eye rolls for so long now.

"Uh-huh?" Aizawa takes half his pile of papers and gives them to you to check promising lunch if you help him with it, "What, has being single for so long started getting to you?"

An amused giggle leaves your lips, you cuddle into the couch ignoring the papers completely, "People think you're such a nice, serious guy, Shouta-kun. Me and Hizashi know."

"Know what?" his eyes linger at the papers for a little, then on a cut on your ankle.

"That's you're such a dirty little boy." you lean towards him, "Being single has gotten to me? Oh no, babyboy, you've gotten to me."

He makes a face, you immediately dramatize gag at your words to not make him doubt your words to be true.

"You're disgusting." he tells you.

"You're disgusting too. What was the need to toss me around like that in front of the students?" you frown, "I've got cuts and bruises all up my legs."

His eyes rest on the little cut on your ankle again, "Why didn't you go see recovery girl?"

"Recovery grandma?" your eyebrow raises, "She's still here?"

"Oh she is." he drops his pen and leans back into the couch too. Aizawa is tired, he needs his coffee. It's already the time of the day when Hizashi comes in with a cup of coffee for him, Aizawa doesn't understand why he's late today.

"There isn't much that has changed." you hum, head turned up towards him while leaning against the couch, "It's just you and Hizashi."

"We've changed?" his head rolls to you.

"Physically." you say, "Plus Hizashi-kun said he's seeing someone so that has changed.. are you?"

"Am I seeing someone?" Aizawa's eyes blink lazily, irises focused into yours, "The only thing I'm seeing is papers." he pulls his boots off, "So many of them."

"Do you not take breaks?" your eyes focus on the bags under his, finger going up immediately to touch the skin, "I'm worried you'll get too stressed like this and— " you're cut off by him.

"What are you doing?"

You blink, "What?"

"What are you doing? Your hand is on my face, (Name)-chan." there's a pause as he pulls his head away, "That's.. weird."

Your lips tighten, "R-Right.. sorry."

"It's fine.. " tension fills into the air, "Just.. don't do it again."

"Sure.. " your head droops along with your expressions. It's odd hearing this— it could still be him messing around with you but he'd give you an indication then.

You feel dejected, as though he's throwing you off before you even tell him how much you'd wish to drown into him.

Should I.. ?

But how can you indirectly relay your feelings to him just to make sure he doesn't actually with to reject you if you ever do.

It may just be under the tag of friendship, but there is still warmth in Aizawa's eyes when he looks at you. You know to not classify this as just friendship.

"Ah.. " your hands cover your face, "Life is moving forward, no?"

"Obviously." his head rests back.

"I knew you as a young boy, Shouta-kun. You were nineteen when I had to leave." a smile slips up your face like butter, your tone is adoring, "You've become a man now."

"What else do you expect me to become?" he shifts to the side to get better view of you.

You roll your eyes, "You probably feel what I'm talking about too, right? I was just a little girl when you last saw me."

"It just so happens that you've not grown at all." he shrugs, "Not by brains, not by height," his eyes lower from your face for a fraction of a second but Aizawa happens to have the best control over himself, he doesn't let his expressions show this at all, "so, no. I can't tell."

You, on the other hand, are shameless. Mostly.

"If what you want to say is that my boobs and hips have grown, don't be shy, Shouta-kun." you wave your hand at him, "It's not like I don't notice when you stare."

He makes an odd expression again, then turns away.

"That's weird, (Name)-chan. It's not right, don't say stuff like that."

You blink, "Not right?"

He shifts uncomfortably, gaze flickering in the air before he gets up and walks away muttering something about you stepping over boundaries.

You frown, instantly getting up and following after him.

"What's weird, Shouta-kun? What boundaries am I stepping? Let me know at least."

He doesn't stop, neither does he reply. When you don't stop following him, Aizawa just walks into the men's bathroom.

"Bitch." you cuss under your breath, eyes getting glassier for some reason. It's odd to see such behaviour from his side.

It's already been some time since the both of you have been spending breaks together, it's a coincidentally convenient schedule.

Every single time, however, there is either one or another moment where something odd crosses over Aizawa and he wouldn't talk to you anymore.

You hate it when he does this.

You hate him not talking to you and treating you like you're just any friend.

"Oh, (L/n)-san?" Toshinori Yagi steps out of the bathroom, "How come you're standing in front of the men's bathroom?" he chuckles, "Am I getting fangirling for going to the bathroom this time?"

"O-Oh.. nevermind." you're not in right headspace to pay heed to what he has just said, "Wait.. actually, please just drag Shouta-san out, sir."

He blinks, "What?"

There's only one way to end the whirlpool of anxiety in your guts.

"Just.. please drag him out of the bathroom. He's only waiting for me to leave, I'm sure."

All Might blinks but doesn't say anything as he turns and reenters the space restricted from you.

Luckily, he manages to succeed. A tired looking Aizawa steps out and sighs, "What?"

Your eyebrows twitch in annoyance, "What do you mean what, Shouta-kun? You— come with me." you grab his arm and drag him away into the pantry of the teachers' lounge.

"What do you want, (Name)-chan?" he wouldn't look at you now.

"I want to tell you you're a bitch." you huff, "A-And.. " your lips press tight, "I.. w-want to tell you.. "

"Hurry up, I have papers to check." he's clearly looking for excuses to avoid you but you don't intend to let him get his way.

"Shouta-kun.. I.. " it's so much harder than you thought it would be, you feel like crying.

Oh fuck, just let it out.

"I just.. I've always.. " a shaky breath leaves your lips, eyes closing to avoid your eyes from popping out with how fast your heart beats, "I love you."

Absolute silence follows.

When you can't take it anymore, you shoot your eyes open only to find a look of conflict and frustration on Aizawa's face. It's spontaneous– something stops in your chest and a loud ringing fills your ears.

"You.. shouldn't have said that." Aizawa's words are the only that make way to your ears though the buzz, "That's not good. It's– we're not doing this, (Name)-chan. You.. shouldn't be doing this."

Your lips shut tight, throat too dried up to speak all of a sudden.

Aizawa inhales, his face turning away and voice low and heavy, "I don't feel the same, (Name)-chan. It's concerning you feel this way.. it's hilarious of an idea in the first place."

His words act as daggers stabbing your heart.

"And.. I don't think.. I mean, of course you know I wouldn't fall for a person like you even in my nightmares." a hollow, dry chuckle escapes his lips before his head drops to the floor with his lips pressed in a thin line.

The worse they can say is no?

A voice inside you laughs at your stupid self.

" ..Right.. " your voice barely makes it out. The tear rolling down your cheek beats it, " ..Uhm.. I-I'm just gonna go.. " your feet drag you away silently.

It's hard to walk through the teachers' lounge without breathing at all. The moment you've stepped out into the empty hallways, a deep, broken exhale brings down streams of tears.

Your legs beg to give out, chest throbbing painfully making ripples of stress travel throughout your body.

Somewhere to your side, Yamada's voice calls out to you. The next moment you know, you're running out of the school building towards the teachers' dorms.

.

"How long is he going to take today?" Shinsou's feet tap against the ground, "Sensei's here around this timegenerally."

Yamada hums, his gaze focused on the ground, "You know.. I think there might be some connection to (Name)-chan and Shouta-kun's spoilt mood recently."

Shinsou blinks, "I'm not going to act like you saying that should mean anything other than them being on bad romantic terms considering there is no other sensible interpretation to your words."

The hero nods, "Yup."

"What?"

"A few days ago, I saw her running away after crying outside the teachers' lounge. I chased after her and talked but she didn't say much. Shouta-kun was gloomy that day."

"What did he say?" Shinsou throws his mask to the side and hurries to sit in front of Yamada, "You did try to talk to him, right?"

Yamada shrugs, "He wouldn't talk. Quietly walked away. He hasn't been talking much to anyone since then."

"He wouldn't even say much in class." Shinsou's head falls to his lap, "What do you think could have happened?"

Yamada turns to the side, "I know them enough to say this, I'm sure either one confessed or proposed and the other said no."

"But Aizawa sensei– (L/n)-sensei was crying, you say?"

"Yeah." the man sighs, "Two of my best friends getting off with each other. What am I supposed to do?" the both of them share looks for a moment.

Shinsou nods, catching the signal Yamada has been trying to give him all this while, "You're right, what are you supposed to do?"

It takes a couple of days to set everything up but he manages to "coincidentally" make Aizawa and you end up together for dinner with Yamada.

Neither of the two of you are happy with this, it doesn't take a genius to figure that out.

"Sit, you both." Yamada knows you both are hiding whatever happened from him so wouldn't refuse now that you both are already only so he wouldn't know.

"So you planned dinner?" your voice lacks any emotion at all, it is hollow and low, and is addressed only to Yamada as if sarcastically commenting on his decision.

"I did." he smiles, "Hope the both of you don't mind. I realised we need to have a talk over something."

Neither you nor Aizawa look up. Over a week of avoiding him does nothing at all to ease the pain, and you don't wish to increase the weight in your chest by catching sight of his unaffected expressions.

Yamada doesn't speak up for some time, he allows the tension in the air settle to the ground until there is more of pain, guilt and longing at the table than suffocation.

"We met first in the sports festival of the first year." he begins once the waitress has left. He's hesitant to bring this up but there's no other way, "Shirakumo-kun was against (Name)-chan. She lost but was introduced into class A and shifted from class B."

"Yeah.. w-we know the story.. " you look to the side, eyes glassy and fingers fiddling with each other.

Clearly, you're not in the mood to get nostalgic.

"It was funny to see you fall for Shouta-kun while Shirakumo-kun flirted with you all day long." Yamada lets out a chuckle as Aizawa's head snaps up at you.

You, on the other hand, widen your eyes at him in shock– you'd never expected him to bring this topic up. It feels like betrayal.

Yamada inhales, then exhales deep, "Shirakumo-kun had a crush on you, you know."

"What?"

"Yeah.. " he gives you a small smile, "He did, but he noticed your feelings for Shouta-kun and then his behaviour changed. You remember when– "

___________ May, Second year at U.A. High ___________

"Hey Shouta," Shirakumo says, "It's just ice cream. Stop licking it as if it's Yamada's popsickle."

You begin giggling, drawing attention to yourself. Aizawa feels his lips twitch into a small smile, he loves it when you laugh though this isn't something he wishes you find amusing.

He composes himself immediately and turns to Shirakumo with a frown, "Don't open your dirty mouth like that in front of a girl at least. Have some shame, Shiro." but he is ignored.

"(Name)! (Name)!" Shirakumo is busy coming up with more nonsense, "Okay, I got an idea." the rest of you turn to him, while still licking all your ice creams.

"How about you give us some advice?"

"What sort of advice?" you ask and he smirks.

"We're all poor little dreaming boys who all definitely have some or the other crush on some or the other cute friends of ours, don't we, Shouta-kun?" the boy in questions freezes, "Why don't you rate us.. or give us an overview from a girls' angle? If we're in luck, it might help some oblivious idiot see through".

"That's random." you hum, "But," there is a pause, "I'll say.. Hizashi-kun is bright, awlways optimistic and loud one. You're gonna be probably.. well, charismatic, energetic and you know what, there's some girls in our class who call you husband material."

"They do?" Shirakumo is pleased, "Did you hear that, guys?"

"Go on, bitch some more about your friends, (Name)-chan." Aizawa rolls his eyes at Shirakumo's smug expression, "You're snitching on them."

"Sometimes you should take that stick up your ass out and try some fingers." you close your eyes and give Aizawa a firm nod. Shirakumo and Yamada burst out laughing.

"What about Shouta-kun, though?" Shirakumo elbows the boy and turns back to you when his laughs dies down to chuckles.

You hum, "To me, he's like.. the definition of manliness. If testosterone is something, it's him. You know what, it's not my choice at all– Shouta-kun in general looks like a sexy tsundere guy who the girl would call daddy or something, you get what I mean?"

"Boy boy, someone's all red." Shirakumo laughs at Aizawa who just grunts and looks away. You don't have the confidence to look towards his face after all you've said either.

"He'll get lots of options for wives.. only if he didn't doze of mid-wedding." you crack the OG joke and everyone other that Aizawa snorts.

"Ay, don't be too rough with him (Name)-chan." Shirakumo exaggerates scolding you, "Our sweet sugar daddy is blushing. He might just burst if you keep this up."

Aizawa turns to him instantly and mutters a "what the fuck?" under his breath.

But Shirakumo isn't the only cheeky bitch in the group.

"Come on, sweet daddy.. " you exaggerate a coo, "Don't get mad. I'm scared you'll be too rough." and as you do, you realise Shirakumo isn't lying when he says Aizawa might burst.

His ears are steaming, cheeks blood red already. You doubt he'd be able to take another tease.

"Little kitten's blushing." Shirakumo laughs, "If I were gay, I'd be totally into him. It's too sad I'm not a single girl among us four who can crush on him."

Shirakumo gets a glare from you, you're thankful Aizawa hasn't heard him well.

___________ - ___________

"Why would you suddenly bring that up today?" Aizawa understand your behaviour from back then now only now that he has been confessed to, "Things of the past should stay in the past."

"Misunderstandings of the past should stay in the past too." Yamada looks up, "Shirakumo realised (Name)-chan's interest in you too early on. He liked it, actually. He always thought you were perfect for her and the other way around."

Aizawa's expressions drop to zero at the revelation.

"Actually.. " Yamada clears his throat, "He'd always known you push your feelings for (Name)-chan down because of his crush on her."

Your head snaps up at what you've heard.

..Shouta-kun had feelings for me back then.. ?

"He'd been trying to set the both of you up for over an year already before he.. died." silence spreads at the table, "You don't need to reject your feelings for (Name)-chan anymore, Shouta-kun."

Aizawa stares hard at the table, you look between him and Yamada. Nothing seems to set properly in your brain, you don't know what's going on.

"You don't need to reject her in loyalty to our dead friend. He didn't die loving her, he died hoping the both of you would give each other a chance.. "

Aizawa doesn't know what to say, his lips part to speak but no voice leaves.

"She's not his, dude. Don't label her like that.. just.. free yourself from this burden. Shirakumo-kun didn't die loving her."

Silence prevails at the table for far too long. Yamada looks uncomfortable with this silence. He keeps on looking between your and Aizawa's fallen faces.

"Why didn't you ever tell me?" Aizawa's voice is so low it barely feels the words have left his mouth.

Yamada sighs, "I thought you knew.. " he waits for a little more time before getting up with an "enjoy dinner, you two. Talk it out." and leaves.

Neither you not Aizawa says anything for even longer– you're losing your patience now. Tears build up in your eyes.

You do understand that he needs time to digest the revelation as much as you do but the past week of heartache has barely left anything for you to stay silent with.

The only desire you have is to know how he feels about you now. That, but you don't know how you'll ever talk to him again after all he has said.

Aizawa looks up a moment later, his eyes unusually and surprisingly glassy, "I'm sorry.. " he begins, " ..for everything."

And though you did not think this could ease any of your pain, you find yourself crying into your hands a moment later. This time, he's there to calm you.

[lolita-lollipop]

Bnha Masterlist

Katsuki Bakugo

yandere barbarian bakugo x reader x dragon kirishima

Kiribaku: calling them dad

Yandere dragon kirishima x reader x yandere dragon king bakugo

Yandere Bakusquad Coraline Au

Yandere Bakusquad Werewolf Au

Yandere Bakudeku

Yandere Older brother Bakugo

Bakudeku x sick reader

Bakusquad rapunzel Au

Protective best friend bakugo

Bakusquad x naive reader

Naga kiribaku Au

Caretaker Robots BakuDEku x reader

Bakushoto x reader with seperation anxiety

KiriBaku x abused reader

Yandere father bakugo: he snaps

Security guard bakugo x child reader

Yandere bakuDeku x abandoned reader

Izuku Midoria

Villain Deku H'Cs

Yandere Bakudeku

Yandere father Izuku x stolen daughter of Bakugo

Bakudeku x sick reader

Yandere Villain Deku x Reader

tododeku x sick reader

Shinso

Yandere Shinso x reader x Denki

Yandere older brother shinso allowing reader out

Yandere villain shinso

Yandere shinso: marriage

Villain shinso x reader x villain denki

yandere shinso x reader x yandere denki werewolf Au

Denki Kaminari

Yandere Shinso x reader x Denki

Yandere Bakusquad Coraline Au

Yandere villain Denki x Reader x yandere Villain Kirishima

Villain shinso x reader x villain denki

yandere shinso x reader x yandere denki werewolf Au

Shouta Aizawa

Yandere father aizawa x teenage reader

Sugar Daddy Aizawa x broke! college reader

Erasermic "I hear a symphony" x reader

Erasermic x sick reader

Yandere Aizawa x anxiety ridden reader

Erasermic: competition between Aizawa and Mic

Erasermic: favoritism

Siren Au erasermic x child! reader

Erasermic x anxiety reader

Father Aizawa x kidnapped reader

Ghost Aizawa x Teen reader

Aizawa x medium reader

Aizawa taking care of depresed reader

Aizawa with a reader who has an emotional attachment to stuffed animal

Present Mic

yandere villain hizashi x reader

Erasermic "I hear a symphony" x reader

Erasermic x sick reader

Soft yandere Mic x teen reader

Erasermic: competition between Aizawa and Mic\

Erasermic: favoritism Pt:2

Kirishima

Yandere Kirishima x escaped child reader

Kiribaku: calling them dad

Yandere dragon kirishima x reader x yandere dragon king bakugo

Yandere Bakusquad Coraline Au

Yandere Father kirishima: making him angry Pt:2

Soft! yandere kirishima

Yandere villain Denki x Reader x yandere Villain Kirishima

Yandere kirishima: the little moments

Yandere Kirishima x reader: cuddling

Yandere bakuDeku x abandoned reader

Erasermic Family

Erasermic family coraline Au x reader Pt:2 Pt:3

Yandere erasermic family: Siren Au Pt:2

Erasermic family wonderland Au x reader Pt:2

Erasermic Family x unwilling reader

Royal erasermic Au x Cinderella reader Pt:2

Yandere erasermic: telling them you're pregnant

Demon Erasermic x reader Pt:2

Yandere Erasermic Family: Eri Snaps

Yandere erasermic: meeting 1A on accident

"crickets" erasermic x runaway reader

Todoroki

Bakushoto x reader with seperation anxiety

tododeku x sick reader

[lizzy06]

Yamada Hizashi(Present Mic) x Reader Fic Recs!! (Tumblr/Ao3/Wattpad)

My Hero Academia Fic Rec Masterlist

The Songbird ✨✨by mighty-mighty-man (Pair_Up),  TheTortoiseQueen (fluff, humor) A mysterious woman has appeared-- And has stolen Present Mic's (other) dream job-- The (temporary) music teacher of UA! Just who does she think she is, coming in here with her beautiful dresses and beautiful singing voice, stealing Mic's heart-- Job! Stealing his job! [COMPLETED]

Oscillations/tumblr ✨by @ilcaeryx/Ilcaeryx ( oneshot, fluff, humor) Present Mic terrorizes everyone with the fact that he’s married, even you, his object of affection.[COMPLETED]

A Universe of Coincidences✨ by Aiden21(oneshot, fluff, neighbours) You just moved into your new place and one of your neighbors turns out to be really cute. Or, You're too dumb to recognize one of your favorite heroes out of uniform.[COMPLETED]

Last Night a DJ Saved My Life ✨✨by Lady_Dirtbag (tooth rooting fluff, slowburn)After Present Mic saves you from an attacker, the two of you strike up a friendship. Or: A year of being friends with Present Mic before you idiots realize that you're in love.[COMPLETED]

Fireworks ✨by Lady_Dirtbag (fluff) "Uh, hi there," he said, awkwardly patting her on the head. "Do I know you?" The little girl nodded, her pigtails swinging. "You're my daddy!"[COMPLETED]

Speechless by dupusdiingus (oneshot, friends to lovers, crushes, hurt/comfort) You're roomates with Aizawa and Hizashi, just cute shenanigans as you try to process your crush on Yamada while he's kinda oblivious....Or is he flirting with you?[COMPLETED]

To sing and to listen by @dira333/Fogfire(oneshot, comfort)You're a caretaker at the Crimson Riot Children Hospital. Sometimes calling the nice guy on the radio is the only thing calming down your kids.[COMPLETED]

No Filter by pancakeparker(oneshot, angst with happy ending, fluff) Hizashi has a nasty run-in with some villains. One of them has a Quirk that just makes him act… a little bit different.[COMPLETED]

Reasons Why I Love You by nek0zawakun( oneshot, fluff, humor) "I'm sorry, looks like something came up at school. I won’t make it to dinner, but I promise to make it up to you. How about…me? " [Y/N] chuckled at the silly selfie Hizashi attached and typed a quick reply. "I accept your humble offer."[COMPLETED]

The Call by AizawaIsCrazy(oneshot, suicide mention, hurt/comfort) Hizashi is doing his usual gig, radio show, calm music, q&as, everything was going great. But one call made his heart stop for a minute.[COMPLETED]

Quieter For You (Present Mic x Shy!Reader) by @lordsister (oneshot, fluff)“If I was quieter my chances with (y/n) would be better, right?” “Right.”[COMPLETED]

Number by @specialagentlokitty (pneshot, fluff)When you first met him, you were simply just walking through the store, heading to the cereal aisle.[COMPLETED]

Hello My Favorite Listener ! by SugarThief(fluff, mutual pinning)You are Present Mic’s personal assistant , but things between you both are becoming a little more personal.[COMPLETED]

Soup's On by tustinjomimori(oneshot, fluff) Your attempt to make a hot meal for your boyfriend backfires and leaves you bawling in the middle of his kitchen.[COMPLETED]

[genneey47]

I can totally see Izuku eating something he is like deathly allergic to right after EraserMic adopts him because he doesn’t want to bother them. Like imagine they just sat down for breakfast and Izuku kind of hesitated but then decides he can just use his epi-pen later.

Hizashi: oh shit, I totally forgot to ask if you were allergic to something.

Izuku: Oh, just eggs.

Shouta, Hizashi, Izuku: *looks at Izuku’s half eaten omelet*

Hizashi: WHAT?!?

[kirikiss]

Midoriya's Miscalculated Misfortune

🝮 In an attempt to connect with his class, Mr. Midoriya participates in a class training! Will he be able to handle it? 🝮 no warnings. continue reading under the cut. not proofread... I don't even know what this is.

As the class filed into the room, a palpable sense of anticipation filled the air. Izuku stood at the front, eager to share the news. “As some of you may know, today marks your first official training session! You will be paired into groups of three, based on the compatibility of your quirks. Each group will face off against a teacher in a simulated battle scenario. The objective is simple: each of you must secure one flag from your opponent within a ten-minute time limit,�� he explained, his tone brimming with enthusiasm.

The room buzzed with murmurs of excitement, the students clearly thrilled at the prospect of training with pro heroes. One student raised her hand, her curiosity piqued. “Which teachers will we be up against?”

“Excellent question,” Izuku replied, smiling. “We have five teachers participating. To ensure fairness, the students who scored the highest on the entrance exam will go first, ensuring the teachers are at their peak performance when sparring with them. This allows everyone to get a fair shot. The teachers you'll be facing are Present Mic, Ectoplasm, Eraserhead, Cementoss, and finally, myself!”

A heavy silence fell over the room, replacing the earlier excitement. Izuku noticed the shift, his brow furrowing slightly in confusion. ‘Strange, I thought they’d be more excited…’

“Mr. Midoriya, are you sure this is the best idea? Ever since… you know,” a student asked hesitantly, concern lacing their voice.

“Yeah, it's like kicking a dog while it's down, isn’t it?” another added, their tone uncertain.

“Should we start drafting apology letters now or wait until after your lesson backfires?” someone muttered under their breath, eliciting a few nervous chuckles.

Izuku, however, remained unfazed. His smile widened as he addressed the class. “Even though I lost my quirk, I’ve never stopped training as if I still had it. I’ll give it my all! I’m ready for whatever challenges you bring!” he declared in his signature happy-go-lucky tone. Maybe his all wasn't enough.

The students made their way to the training grounds, eager to prove themselves to these heroes. First up were three students against Present Mic. Izuku stood in the corner, taking notes on each student's abilities and areas for improvement.

“WOAH HO HO, ARE YOU STUDENTS READY TO ROCK?” Present Mic's voice boomed across the arena. His signature blonde hair spiked as if he'd just held up an umbrella to lightning. He wore a confident grin, his hands on his hips as he surveyed the three students who would be his challengers.

“WoAh ho hO,” one student mocked. “Did Mr. Midoriya put us up against Santa?” another added to the banter. Present Mic saw through their game. “Psyching me out, huh? That’s not gonna work, little ones!”

The three students stood in a loose formation, trying to draw up a plan. One of them tried to offer encouragement. “Hey guys, we got this! Just… try not to let him yell too much.” Easier said than done.

As the battle reached its peak, the students were feeling pretty good about themselves. They had managed to snag two flags, and Present Mic was finally starting to look like he might be sweating—just a little. Sensing victory within reach, they regrouped for one last coordinated assault.

“Okay, this is it! We’re gonna take him down!” a student declared, a confident grin on his face.

Present Mic noticed their determined expressions and couldn’t help but chuckle. “YOU KIDS ARE GREAT, BUT LET’S TURN UP THE VOLUME A NOTCH!” The students braced themselves for another ear-shattering scream or some kind of pitch-based attack. What they did not expect was for him to spin around and amplify a colossal fart.

“WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?” one student screamed.

“IT SMELLS LIKE LITERAL SHIT! DID YOU POOP YOURSELF?” another shouted in horror.

“WHAT DID YOU EVEN EAT? OH MY GOSH!” a third gagged, clutching their nose.

As Present Mic walked away, he let out a celebratory toot, and the students couldn’t help but notice his pants sagging suspiciously in the back. “THAT’S THE SWEET STENCH OF DEFEAT, KIDS! SMELL YA LATER!” he declared with a grin.

Izuku, watching from the sidelines, was definitely not expecting that. Trying to recover, he addressed the class. “Well, everyone! In hero work, you’ve got to learn to expect the unexpected. Good effort, Group A! I hope this scrimmage helped you understand how to better use your quirks in combat,” he said, giving his evaluations as he prepped for his turn.

A few more groups went before his. Ectoplasm managed to win the scrimmage with no flags being captured. Eraserheads weapon was used against him, allowing the students to capture all his flags. Next in the lineup was Izuku. The three students he faced were pretty strong.

The first female student had the quirk Memory Imprint. She was able to gain knowledge of the item or person she touched, but it only lasted for five minutes. Her plan involved touching Mr. Midoriya. She didn’t have to go for the flag, just attempt to graze him. From then on, she could use her quirk to gain the knowledge Mr. Midoriya was thinking—strategies that were impossible to evade. Using one of his thought-out strategies, she captured a flag without a hitch.

“Good job! You two still have to capture a flag, so don’t hold back!” Izuku encouraged. ‘Easy A,’ the next student thought to himself. His quirk was strength-based. He had an immense amount of power in his punch, and when he wound his arms up, the power amplified. As the other students were busy fighting, he wound up his arm fifty times.

By this time, Izuku was feeling a bit cocky. He had managed to dodge a few hits from the third student, who hadn’t resorted to using her quirk yet. “What’s wrong, Group D? Are you going to let the teacher without a quirk bea—” he was abruptly cut off by an uppercut to the stomach. The hit was so hard that the vibrations made one of his front teeth fall out. He also coughed up a bit of blood.

Ectoplasm, who was still observing the fight, called out in concern, “Hey Midoriya, do you want to call it?”

The fool called back, “No! This is a learning experience. I want to see how strong each of my students are, so let’s continue!” He offered a toothy—or now toothless—grin. ‘A punch like that should've knocked him out. Hell, if that was me, I’d fake faint,’ Ectoplasm thought, replaying the punch in his head.

The student took this as a challenge and decided to up the ante. With a flick of her wrist, she summoned a bed of snow that spread rapidly across the arena. Before Izuku could react, she made it rain. Drenched and now standing on an icy patch, Izuku slipped immediately onto his back, knocking all the air out of him. To be honest, the students were enjoying this a bit more than they wanted to admit. The weathering student went to retrieve her flag. Izuku tried to get up, but his attempts only resulted in failure. The strength-based student wound up his arm ten times and punched the ground with tremendous force. Izuku, in mid-fall, extended his arms to cushion himself but instead ended up breaking them on the icy surface. Battered, bruised, and toothless, Izuku was a sorry sight. It reminded him exactly of middle school. Izuku started tearing up in pain, waiting for the last student to take his flag so it could be over. He oddly craved the feeling of Recovery Girl’s dry lips over his cuts, making them feel all better. This daydream led to him passing out.

“Oh my gosh, Mr. Midoriya, I am SO SORRY, are you okay?” His hearing was so muffled he could barely hear his student walk in. At that point, he had already woken up, but his eyes were so puffy and bruised it made him look like they were closed.

“Man, I guess I really did a number on him. He told us not to hold back, but I only used 5% of my power.” The other two students who had sparred with him joined in.

“Yeah, same here! I only used a harmless ice sheet, but it took him out too.”

Embarrassed, Izuku took advantage of his puffy eyes and pretended to remain unconscious. He made a mental note for next time: do NOT participate in class training.

[andromedaneedsanap]

Midoriya, to Eraserhead: Mr. Aizawa, are you dating my dads?

Aizawa: Kid what-

Midoriya, to Yagi: Mr. All Might sir, are you dating my dads?

Yagi, coughing blood: Um-

Midoriya: -and Yamada-sensei, are you dating my dads?

Hizashi, trying not to die laughing: Yes 😎✨

[loser-writings]

MY HERO ACADEMIA | Masterlist

Last Updated: August 8th, 2020

| Key: ✿ → SFW | ✦ → NSFW | β → Omegaverse | ⚠︎ → Dark content |

Because of the amount of content created, this had to be split into 2 Masterlists. I hope you understand!

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Dabi

✿ [HC] Dabi Dating a single Dad ✿ || Male Reader ||

✿ [HC] Quirk based on the 7 Deadly sins (Lust) ✿ || GN reader ||

⚠︎✿ [HC] Dabi having a crush on a Hero ✿⚠︎ || GN Reader ||

✿ [HC] Parenting Headcanons ✿ || GN reader ||

✿ [HC] Fandoms they were in ✿

β✿ [HC] They’re an omega ✿β || GN Reader ||

β✦ [HC] Omega Dabi Heat Headcanons ✦β || GN Reader

β✿ [HC] Going all out for a Pregnancy Announcement ✿β || GN Alpha Reader ||

⚠︎ "Tristful" || Angst ⚠︎ || GN Reader ||

Denki Kaminari

✿ [HC] Dating them in secret ✿ || GN Reader ||

✦✿ [HC] Accidentally grabbing your chest ✿ ✦ || GN Reader ||

✿ [HC] Parenting Headcanons ✿ || GN Reader ||

✿ [HC] Fandoms they were in ✿

β✦ Omega Denki Headcanons ✦ β || GN Reader ||

β✦ “I may not go down in history, but I’ll go down on you” ✦ β || GN Alpha Reader ||

β✿ [HC] Going all out for a Pregnancy Announcement ✿β || GN Alpha Reader ||

✿ "One Month In" ✿ || GN Reader ||  Denki has a crush on you and has been there for you through your relationship, but he can’t help but make a move after you break up.

Eijiro Kirishima

✿ [HC] Dating them in secret ✿ || GN Reader ||

✿ [HC] Having an Australian S/O ✿ || GN Reader ||

✿ [HC] Quirk based on the 7 Deadly sins (Sloth) ✿ || GN Reader ||

✿ [HC] Parenting Headcanons ✿ || GN Reader ||

✿ [HC] Fandoms they were in ✿

β✿ [HC] They're an Omega ✿β || Alpha GN Reader ||

β✿ Reader and Bakugo courting Alpha Kirishima ✿β | Poly Scenario | GN Alpha Reader ||

Enji Todoroki

✿ [HC] Dating them in secret ✿ || GN Reader ||

✿ [HC] Quirk based on the 7 Deadly sins (Wrath)  ✿ || GN Reader ||

✿ [HC] Introducing his Male S/O to his family  ✿ || Male Reader ||

β [HC] Omega Endeavor Headcanons β

β Distressed Omega!Reader x Alpha!Endeavor β || GN Reader ||

β Alpha Endeavor with a Beta Male Reader β || Male Reader ||

✿ SFW Alphabet ✿

✿ Just For Show ✿ || GN ||[Part 1] To boost Endeavors popularity, His agency suggests he try a fake relationship to show how he has changed to be a better man. One rule though, “Don’t catch feelings.” What happens when you both seem to break the rule?

Fumikage Tokoyami

✿ [HC] Fandoms they were in ✿

β✿ [HC] They’re an omega ✿β || GN Reader ||

Himiko Toga

β✿ [HC] Alpha Toga x Omega Female Reader ✿β || Female Omega Reader ||

Hitoshi Shinsou

✿ [HC] Fandoms they were in ✿

β✿ [HC] They’re an omega ✿β || GN Reader ||

β✿ [HC] More Omega Shinsou Headcanons ✿β

⚠︎ Zombie AU || Hitoshi Shinsou ⚠︎

Hizashi Yamada (Present Mic)

✿ [HC] Dating them in secret ✿ || GN Reader ||

✿ [HC] Having an Australian S/O ✿ || GN Reader ||

✿ [HC] Parenting Headcanons ✿ || GN Reader ||

✿ [HC] Fandoms they were in ✿

β✿ [HC] Omega Mic Headcanons ✿β

β✿ [HC] Going all out for a Pregnancy Announcement ✿β || GN Alpha Reader ||

Izuku Midoriya (Deku)

✿ [HC] Dating them in secret ✿ || GN Reader ||

✿ [HC] Quirk based on the 7 Deadly sins (Gluttony) ✿ || GN Reader ||

✿ [HC] Izuku helping a Sick S/o || GN Reader ||

✿ [HC] Izuku Dating an Alt. Styled S/O ✿ || GN Reader|

✿ [HC] Fandoms they were in ✿

β✦ Alpha Bakudeku helping Omega reader in heat ✦β || GN Omega Reader || Poly Fic ||

β✿ “The butterflies in my stomach have turned into little feet” ✿β || GN Alpha Reader ||

Jin Bubaigawara (Twice)

✿ [HC] Parenting Headcanons ✿ || GN Reader ||

β✿ [HC] Going all out for a Pregnancy Announcement ✿β || GN Alpha Reader ||

✦ NSFW Alphabet ✦

✿ Adore you ✿ || GN Reader || You decide to ask Twice to dance with you to ease his mind

Katsuki Bakugo

✿ [HC] Dating them in secret ✿ || GN Reader ||

✿ [HC] Having an Australian S/O ✿ || GN Reader ||

✿ [HC] Fandoms they were in ✿

✿ [HC] Reacting to their S/O having a breakdown ✿ || GN Reader ||

β✿ [HC] They're an Omega ✿β || Alpha GN Reader ||

β✿ Reader and Bakugo courting Alpha Kirishima ✿β | Poly Scenario | GN Alpha Reader ||

β✦ Alpha Bakudeku helping Omega reader in heat ✦β || GN Omega Reader || Poly Fic ||

✿ SFW Alphabet  ✿

✿ Fluff ABC’s ✿

Kai Chisaki (Overhaul)

✿ [HC] Relationship Headcanons ✿ || GN Reader ||

β [HC] Omega Overhaul Headcanons || GN Reader || β

Keigo Takami (Hawks)

✿ [HC] Pampering Stressed Hawks ✿ || GN Reader ||

✿ [HC] Reacting to their S/O having a breakdown ✿ || GN Reader ||

β✿ Omega! Hawks during spring ✿β || GN Alpha Reader ||

β✿ Nesting with Hawks ✿β || GN Alpha Reader ||

β✿ [HC] Going all out for a Pregnancy Announcement ✿β || GN Alpha Reader ||

β✿ [HC] Pregnant Omega Hawks ✿β || GN Alpha Reader ||

β✿ [HC] Hawks Pregnant again after having twins ✿β || GN Alpha Reader ||

β✦ “I may not go down in history, but I’ll go down on you” ✦β || GN Alpha Reader ||

β✦ Omega! Hawks in Heat ✦β || GN Alpha Reader ||

[needtoloveoutloud]

Look at the stars. Look how they shine for you. — MHA x fem!OC One-Shot

Characters: Shota Aizawa (Eraserhead), Nemuri Kayama (Midnight), Yoru Aizawa (fem!OC), Hizashi Yamada (Present Mic, mentioned), Oboro Shirakumo (Loud Cloud, mentioned) Hitoshi Shinso (mentioned), Yaeko Shinso (OC, Hitoshi's mother, mentioned), cats (called Sleepy, Toshi, and Cloud), Uni (Yoru's unicorn plushie), Mrs. Kubo (Yoru's kindergarten teacher, mentioned)

Summary: Yoru finds out that her Dad has a new tattoo.

Word count: ~ 2,6k

Reading time: 15–20 mins

Genre: fluff, small hints of angst (OC thinks back to a bad experience in the past)

Warnings: none, Nemuri refers to her “lady parts” in one instance, Yoru remembers a bad experience from the past

Setting: Prequel, Yoru is four years old. This story is set in the universe of my fan fiction series “Shadows of Our Past, Present, and (possible) Future”. You can read it on AO3 >>here<< or find out more about it >>here<<. It can still be read as a fluffy one-shot without having read the story, though I think it feels more impactful if you at least read the prequel first.

Song: Yellow — Coldplay (link to Spotify)

Author's Note: This is based on a >>request<<. For a visual representation of Shota's tattoos, you can find them >>here<<.

Read on AO3: You can read it on AO3 >>here<<.

Don't copy, steal, or plagiarize my stuff. Please and thank you.

Look at the stars. Look how they shine for you.

Yoru knows the sounds. 

She always stays awake for them. Though, this time, trying to stay awake is a little bit more difficult after Muri read her a really nice bedtime story about a rainbow fish with colorful and glittery scales that he shared with other fish and made them happy because then every other fish looked pretty just like the rainbow fish. 

But she manages to stay awake, fighting against big yawns and heavy eyelids until she hears the sounds of heavy footsteps that try to be as quiet as possible and the rattling of keychains that sound so familiar, Yoru might even be able to mimic the sounds on her little DJ set she got from Santa a while ago. 

“Uni,” Yoru whispers. “Daddy’s home. Did you hear?”

Uni, as per usual, is more the quiet type, so she doesn’t reply, but that’s fine. Yoru knows that Uni heard Mister Caterpillar Daddy coming back home, too. Sleepy and Toshi and Cloud (all nestled around Yoru) heard him come home, too, because they make those little chirping noises that they sometimes make and that always remind Yoru of the doves in the park.

She hears him talk in a low and quiet voice with Muri for a moment, before the soft light that shines from the living room into her open bedroom gets disturbed by a tall something peeking into her room that casts a shadow on Yoru in her bed. Yoru, who’s supposed to be sleeping. 

So, she quickly shuts her eyes and pretends. 

A few moments later, the tall something that blocked the light leaves again. It’s what he always does when he isn’t home, and it’s Zashi or Muri tugging Yoru into bed. Daddy comes home, checks on Yoru, washes his hands, takes a shower and talks to Zashi or Muri before getting ready for bed himself. Or he’s looking at some boring letters or papers that Yoru’s not allowed to draw on. 

“Everything okay today?”

“Yep. An angel, as always. Look, I even got two new braids.” Muri quietly but happily seems to show off the pretty braids Yoru put into her hair after they (more Muri than Yoru) cleaned the kitchen after dinner. “Though, would you mind explaining why Yoru asked me if I would be the one training with her today?”

“She probably asked you because I was on patrol and not available.”

“That’s not what I mean, Shota. I mean, what does she mean with ‘training’?”

Pause. 

“Hand-to-hand.”

“WHAT-”

“Shhh!”

Another pause. 

Oh, no! 

Did Yoru get her Dad into trouble with Muri? Muri doesn’t sound happy. She hugs Uni a little bit tighter.

“It’s just a bit of self-defense. And she has fun while training.”

“Clearly.” Muri scoffs. “She smiled while she punched me in my lady parts.”

Pause. 

“Sorry.” A sigh. Then, another pause. “But was it a solid hit?”

“Are you- yes, it was. As well as a four-year-old can hit, at least. But that’s not the point, you idiot. She can’t go around punching people between the legs out of nowhere.”

“Well, it was training. And she knows that’s a good area to hit your opponent.”

“Yes, except, I am a woman, in case you haven’t noticed. So, I didn’t topple down like a guy who got punched in the di-”

“Kayama!” Daddy whisper shouts, stopping Muri mid-sentence. For whatever reason. It’s weird, though. He doesn’t like to be interrupted, and he doesn’t like doing it to other people, either. What was Muri about to say?

“Fine, fine, whatever. Little ears and all, I know. Anyway, how was patrol?”

“Same as always. Drunk morons, one purse-snatcher, otherwise pretty quiet.”

“Any cats?”

“Hilarious.”

“Well, were there?”

Pause. 

“Yes.”

“I knew it! And I bet you took pictures again, too, right? To show her in the morning?”

“Obviously.”

Yes! New cat pictures! Yoru loves those. Her Daddy always finds the cutest cats when he’s a hero.

But Yoru has no idea what a ‘persatcher’ is. Or was it ‘purr satcher’?

Are there people who steal cats? 

That would be scary. 

Yoru’s glad Sleepy and her children are safe and sound at home and not on the street anymore, where it’s dangerous and cold and people could snatch you and steal you anytime.

Muri breaks Yoru out of her scary memories. “But you didn’t break a sweat, right?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, you’re not allowed to sweat with new tattoos, right? At least for like a day or two or something?”

New tattoos? What?

“It’s actually about a week, better if you don’t excessively sweat for a couple, really. But to answer your question, no. I’ve still got the protective film dressing wrapped around it. Too soon to take it off.”

“So you’re saying she hasn’t seen it yet?”

“No.”

It takes Yoru a while to fall asleep after listening in to her Daddy’s and her Muri’s conversation about the possibility of a new tattoo (or perhaps even more than one?!) she will be able to color in soon. 

She hopes it’s as pretty as the others are. 

The next morning, after breakfast, Yoru decides it’s time to address the matter at hand. So, she strides up to her Dad, sitting on the couch. “Daddy?”

“Mhm?” He looks up from one of his books without pictures. 

“Do you have a secret?”

He furrows his brows at her in confusion. “A secret?”

“Mhm.” Yoru nods. “A new drawing.” He still looks confused, so Yoru clarifies. “Tattoo.”

He sighs, closing his book. “I do. But it seems like I’m not the only one with a secret, mhm? You pretended to be asleep last night.”

“No.”

“Yoru.”

“Yes.”

“Sweetheart, it was late. You need your sleep. Only because you don’t have kindergarten today doesn’t mean you should stay up late.”

“But you stay up late!” Yoru argues. 

“I am an adult. You need more sleep than I do.” Pause. His eyes trail down to Yoru’s hands, perched on his knees to hold herself up steadily. “You’re still small. If you want to grow bigger so you can learn to play the guitar, you need your sleep. Remember?”

He’s right. Yoru pouts. Her Dad sighs. 

“To answer your question,” He starts again, “Yes, I have a new tattoo. But it needs to heal more, so you can’t color it in yet.”

“Can I see?” Yoru beams up at him, trying to contain her excitement but failing. 

“It’s still wrapped in a protective film, so no. Not yet. In a few days, okay?”

“What’s a protective film?”

“It’s like a band-aid for tattoos. Helps it heal quicker.”

“Okay.” Yoru nods. “Then put more on so it heals even quickerer, Daddy. Okay?”

She’s allowed to see the new drawing on his skin a couple of days later. Not that Yoru didn’t ask every single day whether today was the day she got to see it. Even told Toshi about it in kindergarten (he thinks it's both cool and weird to have drawings on your skin that apparently never go away). 

But once Yoru sits on the floor in front of her Dad and inspects his arm, she doesn’t know what to make of it. “What is it?”

It’s a dark gray, almost black band around the muscles of his upper arm. There is a shooting star in the middle, with smaller stars around. And there’s a moon. 

“It’s the night.”

“Why do you get a drawing of the night? The night is scary.” Yoru states. “I don’t like it.”

“Mhm.” He looks at the tattoos above the new one for a moment. The ones that wrap around his arm tightly, like the hairbands Yoru keeps wrapped around her own wrist sometimes. “But you like the other ones, right?”

Yoru nods. 

“Do you know what they mean?”

She shakes her head no. 

“So, this one here is for Yamada.”

“Zashi.” Yoru corrects.

“Right.”

“Why are the suns for Zashi?”

“Because of his name. ‘Hizashi’ means ‘Sun’, ‘Sunlight’, or ‘Sunshine’. So, he gets suns.”

“Is he called that because of his pretty hair? It’s gold, like the sun.”

“No, but it would fit, wouldn’t it?”

Yoru nods. It definitely would. Zashi’s hair is beautiful and shiny and like a princess’.

“The clouds below,” Her Dad continues. “Are for Oboro.”

“Because his name means ‘Clouds’?”

“No. His hero name was ‘Loud Cloud’. So, it’s for that. He could make clouds.”

“Wow, that’s so cool. How can someone make clouds?”

“The same way Kaya- Muri can make people fall asleep, Zashi can make his voice really loud, I can stop people from using their quirks, and you can make shadow portals and go to the shadow world. It was his quirk.”

“Awesome!” Yoru proclaims, gently tracing the clouds on her Daddy’s arm.

He nods. “Indeed. He could even sit on them and fly on them.”

“That is so awesome!” Yoru repeats. “Do you think he would have let me fly on them, too?”

“No doubt. But only a meter above the ground, maximum. I don’t want you to fall off and hurt yourself.”

“Okay.” She nods. It makes sense. Yoru also wouldn’t want to get hurt. Then again, flying on a cloud sounds super cool. 

“The ones below are the phases of the moon. Those are for Kayama.”

“Muri.” Yoru corrects, again. 

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“Do you remember her hero name?”

Yoru needs to think. Daddy’s name is Eraserhead. That, she can remember. Zashi is Presence Mike. What was Muri’s name again…?

“Midnight?” She tries. It was Midnight, wasn’t it?

“Yes, exactly. Midnight. What goes around my arm here are the phases of the moon. You know how it sometimes gets bigger, then it’s completely round, and then it gets smaller again? I thought the moon would be nicer for her than a clock that simply shows that it’s Midnight.”

Yoru agrees. Clocks are boring. “Oh, that’s true!”

There’s a moment of silence while Yoru continues to trace the drawings on her Daddy’s skin. The drawings for Zashi, and Oboro, and Muri. 

“Do you remember what Mrs. Kubo said on your first day at kindergarten?”

“Mrs. Kubo talks a lot. I can’t remember all of it.” Yoru confesses. 

“She said that your name has similar kanji to ‘compose poetry’. But that it’s main meaning is ‘night’.”

Yoru remembers now. She didn’t like it. She doesn’t like the dark, so she doesn’t like the night. The nights were the scariest when she was still sleeping in her big box in the little hidden street. And she can’t read or write yet, so the poetry thing doesn’t suit her either. 

“This tattoo is for you, Sweetheart.”

Yoru stops tracing the tattoos and stares up at her Daddy with wide eyes. “Me?”

“It’s the night." He nods. "Can you see the moon? And the shooting star? And all the little ones?”

“But it’s scary.” She mumbles, fiddling with the fabric of his t-shirt, twisting it in her fist. 

“I like it.”

“Why?”

“Because you can only see the stars at night. You can’t see them when it’s day and bright outside. You need the dark to be able to see them. Same with shooting stars. They are very rare. But you can only see them on a clear night and if the time is right. Sometimes you can only see things when it’s dark.”

“Mhm.” Yoru’s not convinced. 

“Uni’s horn shines brighter when it’s dark, right? Same with your string lights?”

That’s true. Uni’s horn is so much prettier when it’s dark. Same with her little lights. Yoru guesses he’s got a point about the stars at night, too. But there’s something else that she remembers. 

She settles down between his crossed legs, her back to his front, and gently strokes over her Daddy’s arms. “Zashi said that you get to make a wish when you see a shooting star. He read a book to me about it before bedtime a little bit ago.”

She feels her back softly vibrate with his voice when he speaks up. “Did he now?”

“Mhm.” Yoru nods. “But you’re not supposed to say what you wish for when you see a shooting star, or it won’t come true.”

“Then you get to make a wish every time you see your tattoo here.”

That makes sense. 

“Daddy?”

“Yes?”

“Can I color them in? And Zashi’s sun, and Oboro’s clouds, and Muri’s moons?”

Yoru’s allowed to color the stars in two weeks later. Apparently, the tattoo needed to heal some more before any coloring could happen. 

Once her Daddy’s tattoos are completely colored in again, she proudly beams at her finished art project. “Okay, you can move again!”

He wasn’t allowed to move for a while, receiving a scolding from Yoru, who always takes her work very seriously.

Lifting his arm, he angles his head to inspect Yoru’s amazing (if she does say so herself) job. “Well done, Sweetheart.” Her Daddy shoots her one of his smiles that aren’t as big as Zashi’s or Toshi’s or Muri’s or Yeko’s, but are still very honest. “Thank you.”

“I made the stars shine!” Yoru proudly states. “Now we get to make a wish! You, too, Daddy!”

“Mhm.” He scans the room, when his eyes stop on his guitar and his lips uptick even more. “Are you in the mood for a little song?”

“My lullaby?” Yoru furrows her brows. “Is it bedtime already?”

“No, another one. I didn’t write this one, but I learned it years ago.”

“Yes!” Yoru jumps up and scrambles up on the couch, readying herself for a performance. She loves it when her Dad plays the guitar and sings for her. A few seconds later, he sits down next to her, angling his body towards her so she can see the movement of his fingers.

After tuning the guitar (he told her what that was a while ago, when she asked what he was doing), he begins to play. 

“Look at the stars

Look how they shine for you

And everything you do

Yeah, they were all yellow

I came along

I wrote a song for you

And all the things you do

And it was called Yellow

So then I took my turn

Oh, what a thing to have done

And it was all yellow

Your skin, oh yeah, your skin, and bones

Turn into something beautiful

And you know, you know I love you so

You know I love you so

I swam across

I jumped across for you

Oh, what a thing to do

'Cause you were all yellow

I drew a line

I drew a line for you

Oh, what a thing to do

And it was all yellow

And your skin, oh yeah, your skin, and bones

Turn into something beautiful

And you know, for you, I'd bleed myself dry

For you, I'd bleed myself dry

It's true

Look how they shine for you

Look how they shine for you

Look how they shine for

Look how they shine for you

Look how they shine for you

Look how they shine

Look at the stars

Look how they shine for you

And all the things that you do”

Years later, that song is set as Yoru’s morning alarm. 

It’s the first thing she hears when she wakes up to get ready for middle school. 

The first thing she hears when she wakes up to get ready for a day out with Toshi. 

And it’s the first thing she hears on her first day of U.A.

[shigarakisdumbwhore]

League of Villains in A Relationship with You

sooo this Wednesday I'm posting a LOV headcannon featuring Shigaraki, Dabi, Toga, Spinner, Twice, and Mr. Compress. here's a little sneak peak 👀

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Shigaraki

I hate everyone but you trope

possessive

affectionate in a nonchalant way

Dabi

very clingy but acts like he's not

denies anything about being jealous or clingy of you though

is very afraid of losing you

is pretty insecure behind the scenes

Twice

very affectionate with words

makes sure to remind you all the time that he loves you A LOT

cute little notes and gifts left behind for you to find

[ghostlyforxst]

|𖥸|𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓|𖥸|

Greetings, welcome to the boku no hero academia material list. Listed below are the stories I've writen and if you have any desires you'll like to summon, you more than welcome to curse my inbox or messages with them! As more is requested, or comes to mind, more characters will be added.

☆ - NSFW

𓋼𓍊 · ﾟ₊KEIGO TAKAMI (HAWKS)₊ ﾟ · 𓍊𓋼

𓂃𓍊𓋼���𓏸 YANDERE ALPHABET WITH HAWKS

𓋼𓍊 · ﾟ₊TOSHINORI YAGI (ALL MIGHT)₊ ﾟ · 𓍊𓋼

𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸 YANDERE ALL MIGHT DRABBLE

𓋼𓍊 · ﾟ₊ENJI TODOROKI (ENDEAVOR)₊ ﾟ · 𓍊𓋼

𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸 MANIFESTING...

𓋼𓍊 · ﾟ₊AIZAWA SHOUTA (ERASERHEAD)₊ ﾟ · 𓍊𓋼

𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸 YANDERE ALPHABET WITH AIZAWA SHOUTA

𓋼𓍊 · ﾟ₊HIZASHI YAMAHA (PRESENT MIC)₊ ﾟ · 𓍊𓋼

𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸 MANIFESTING...

𓋼𓍊 · ﾟ₊TAISHIRO TOYOMITSU (FATGUM)₊ ﾟ · 𓍊𓋼

𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸 FATGUM X F! READER ☆

𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸 NEEDY BABY? : FATGUM X F! READER ☆

𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸 SEALED WITH A KISS// TAISHIRO TOYOMITSU X F! READER ☆

𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸 SEAL WITH A KISS// TAISHIRO TOYOMITSU X F! READER PT. 2 ☆

𓋼𓍊 · ﾟ₊IZUKU MIDORIYA (DEKU)₊ ﾟ · 𓍊𓋼

𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸 MANIFESTING...

𓋼𓍊 · ﾟ₊KATSUKI BAKUGO₊ ﾟ · 𓍊𓋼

𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸 MANIFESTING...

𓋼𓍊 · ﾟ₊SHOTO TODOROKI₊ ﾟ · 𓍊𓋼

𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸 YANDERE! SHOTO TODOROKI X TOXIC GN! READER

𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸 WEBBED & STICKY// DRIDER! SHOTO TODOROKI X F! READER

𓋼𓍊 · ﾟ₊KIRISHIMA EIJIROU₊ ﾟ · 𓍊𓋼

𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸 "BET WE'RE LOVERS NOW." KIRISHIMA X GN! READER

KIRIBAKU

𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸 PLATONIC YANDERE NAGA! KIRIBAKU X GN! READER

𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸 PLATONIC YANDERE NAGA! KIRIBAKU ONESHOTS/HEADCANNONS

𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸 WHAT IF READER ESCAPES NAGA KIRIBAKU AND MET WITCH/WIZARD

𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸 PLATONIC YANDERE NAGA! KIRIBAKU REACTION TO READER COOKING FOR THEM

𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸 YANDERE ALPHABET WITH PLATONIC NAGA! KIRIBAKU

𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸 HOW DIFFERENT WOULD THEY ACT IF THE READER WAS A YOUNG NAGA

𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸 PLATONIC YANDERE NAGA KIRIBAKU! WITH READER WHO HAS THEIR PERIOD

𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸 PLATONIC YANDERE NAGA! KIRIBAKU WHO PUNISHES READER

𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸 PLATONIC YANDERE NAGA! KIRIBAKU WITH NAGA! TAMAKI AMAJIKI COURTING READER

𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸 HERE LIES THE BEGINNING// YANDERE NAGA! KIRIBAKU X GN! READER

𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸 SHINY NEW THINGS// YANDERE NAGA! KIRIBAKU X GN! READER

HEADCANNONS (MULTIPLE CHARACTERS)

𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸 MANIFESTING...

INTERVIEW (GOT A QUESTION FOR A CHARACTER? WANT THEM TO TELL YOU HOW THEY'LL REACT ABOUT SOMETHING? ASK!)

𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸 MANIFESTING...

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"hey, listeners!" - hizashi yamada

in which radio show host hizashi yamada has had no luck in finding his soulmate, and neither has y/n

warnings: soulmate au, the words on your wrist are the first thing you'll hear your soulmate say, technically reckless driving, y/n pulls over randomly

Flipping through radio stations, Y/n caught a glimpse of the words on their wrist. They'd seen the words everyday since they turned 20 but to no avail. Y/n was one of the few of their friends who had yet to find their soulmate. They were constantly complaining to their best friend, Emi Fukukado. Emi always laughed and told Y/n a joke to steer them from the conversation.

Y/n was always confused by the words on their wrist, "Hey, listeners! Get ready for another round of requests!" wasn't something you heard everyday. No one had ever had any ideas to help Y/n figure it out, so they were left to their own devices. Finally finding a radio station with their favorite song, Y/n settled down and began driving home, humming the familiar tune playing from the speakers. The song ended and Y/n frowned. A few songs later Y/n was caught off guard when they heard a man's voice speaking through their speakers.

"Hey, listeners! Get ready for another round of requests!"

Y/n choked and swerved to the side of the road, trying to catch their breath. Had they finally found their soulmate? Whoever this mysterious man was, he sounded loud. The man on the radio began reading off a phone number for listeners to dial in and request. Y/n fervently pulled out their phone, struggling to dial the number.

On the other side of Musutafu, Hizashi Yamada was waiting for people to call in and request music. The words on his wrist had puzzled him, "I think I'm your soulmate." was curious, what would he have said to make someone say that? He was pulled from his thoughts when the familiar ringing came through, picking up the phone and leaning into the microphone he spoke, "Hey caller! You got a song request?"

The caller paused, unsure of what to say. "I think I'm your soulmate."

Hizashi froze inside the listening booth, the crew outside waved curiously, confused as to why he'd stopped talking. "What?"

"I think I'm your soulmate."

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Prompt : Many years later

!! EraserMic !! // TW: Angst //

Aizawa sat at home in his bed feeling rather alone. Ever since the war ended he stopped talking to the people he knew. With the loss of Kurogiri still holding onto his heart it broke him a little inside every single day. Facing Mic was not something he looked forward to as he didn’t want to be a burden to him. If he talked about Oboro even once he would make him upset all over again. After the doctor was captured every time Mic looked at him he would have this sad look in his eyes like he constantly wanted to say something but kept it to himself. So at that moment he cut him off completely. At first, it was easy but it just got harder and harder. As the years go away, all the things he remembered about the moments between him and Hizashi he realized something about himself. Aizawa fell for him but of course he never said anything. His handsome face along with his beautiful green eyes he could melt into whenever he looked at him. Nevertheless, he pushed those feelings away in order to keep his friendship with Hizashi but now.. it didn’t matter anymore. He wanted to desperately make things right with him again, to be with him like it was supposed to be but he was to much of a chicken to do so.

Giving a small sigh he picked up his phone, he wanted.. no.. needed.. to speak to him again if only just once he prayed he had the same phone number from years ago. Hesitating, he dialed the old number he had kept in a notebook he had placed on his desk. Once it picked up, he had a huge smile on his face as he picked up but it quickly faded away. In the background of the call he heard a woman’s voice, from the assumption this was someone very close to him. As soon as Mic told him about the situation he was to late.. of course he should’ve considered this but he wanted to have hope. His childhood crush was engaged.. they had a kid together. Hizashi ranted about his new found family hoping Aizawa was there at his wedding to be his best man to finally see each other again. As much as he hated the idea he agreed even if it brought pain to his heart, it broke him. If only he could see him now he would probably look at him in disgust. Maybe, in another life- if he could’ve said something sooner things could’ve be different. He’d imagine his future with Mic by his side, getting married.. But now, that was virtually impossible.

As the weeks went by it was finally the day.. Mic’s wedding day. Arriving at the destination wearing his black suit he noticed Mic almost right away. There he was with his fancy suit while his hair in a sort of a ponytail type thing, he looked amazing. He wasn’t used to seeing him like this but it made his heart beat faster. Right now, he could only congratulate his best friend on this special day. He looked so happy to see him with his usual bright, large smile giving a hug right away as some sort of greeting. After the wedding ceremony Mic gathered everyone to a drink in honor of the occasion. “To old friends and new beginnings!”, Mic yelled in a cheerful voice before kissing his newly married wife. As the night ended he quickly got into his car he got stopped by him. “Hey Sho, it was nice seeing you again.. I really missed you! We really need to talk more, text me when you get home alright wouldn’t want to worry me ha!”, Mic said obviously joking with a slight hint of seriousness. He gave a small smile giving a nod as he drove home. Once he locked the front door to his house he slammed himself into his bed hurrying his face into the pillow hoping this all some dream. Was this really how everything was going to go? Finally being reunited with someone he had loved for years on end only to be heartbroken in the end to constantly holding onto feelings that won’t ever be returned?

Waking up the next day he stared up at the ceiling in a daze rubbing his forehead hearing a ring at door. “Hold on just a second!!”, he yelled opening up the door to see a friend he hadn’t seen in so very long. It was All Might.. maybe this was a sign. Maybe.. just maybe he wouldn’t feel so alone anymore.

Author’s Note : This might be updated further in the future as I’m always going back to fix things when I write something but I hope you enjoy!! Anyways, hope you have a wonderful day dear reader. Requests are currently open, nsfw is allowed before anyone asks!

Credits : Headers - cafekitsune //

[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.