#shinso it's not that bad

[linoopse]

we all lost something that day...

[wildechildwrites]

Relax

Shinsou Hitoshi/Reader

Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings: Depression, self-esteem issues, mind control (not in a bad way but it's in there)

No use of Y/N, gender neutral reader

Summary: You haven't left your bed in days, too depressed to get anything done. Shinsou stops by your apartment to check on you and helps in his own way.

A/N: Wrote this because I've been too depressed to get out of bed, forgive any mistakes or ooc I didn't even really want to post it in the first place.

AO3 Link: Relax

You think you’ve hit a record for continuous hours spent in bed, and probably permanently fucked your kidneys because you don’t even have the energy to get up to use the bathroom. The floor of your room is disgusting, and dishes are piled up in the kitchen. You know you smell, and that there’s so much work for you to do, deadlines you’ve barely managed to avoid by calling in sick to the hero agency you do secretarial work at, but you can’t bring yourself to care. 

There’s a knock on your door, but you just ignore it, scrolling mindlessly through your phone. You don’t want to see anyone, and you’re not expecting to anyway. 

Whoever is at your door doesn’t stop, knocking harder and more insistently. You even hear your door knob jiggle, which spurs your anxiety on enough to get you to drag yourself out of bed. Your legs feel slightly wobbly, the inactivity of the last few days catching up to you as blood flows through your limbs. Catching your own reflection in the mirror makes you wince, but it’s a lost cause you’d rather not address. Whoever is knocking hasn’t stopped, and you yank open your front door irritably. If it’s some stupid solicitor–

Your jaw drops at the sight of one of the heroes from your agency, Shinso Hitoshi, standing outside your door. He’s dressed for patrol in all black, wrapped in his scarf, his voice modulator hanging loosely around his neck. His hair is wild as always, purple locks sticking in all directions, and he scans your form quickly, as if checking you for visible injuries. You remember how disheveled you look and your face heats up. 

“What are you doing here?” your voice is hoarse from disuse and your most recent crying jag, and you immediately wince at the way you sound, but Shinsou’s expression doesn’t change.

“I’ve come to check on you. I heard you were ill.” His tone is blandly neutral, as though it’s something that he does all the time, like you’re not just some stupid underling he’s contractually obligated to tolerate. His violet eyes narrow. “You’re not sick though.” 

You shrug self-consciously. You don’t understand why he’s here. You’re friendly at work, going out of your way to make conversation with the normally reserved hero, but you’ve never spent any real time together. You’re not sure what made him decide a house visit was in order. He definitely has more important things to do than checking up on you, and now you’re just wasting his time. You wrap your arms around yourself.

 “I just needed a day off.” You step backwards, going to shut the door. “Thanks for checking on me.” Shinsou’s foot shoots out, wedging the door open. There’s a beat as you two stare at each other, your mouth open in surprise.

“You’re not doing well,” Shinsou says, a frown on his face. He pushes your door open, and before you can protest, pro-hero MindJack has crowded into your disgusting apartment. You’re pretty sure it’s only because his poker face is so good that he doesn’t grimace at the mess, just stares at you, a crease in between his eyebrows. Humiliation burns in your chest. Now he knows you’re a gross waste of space, and he’ll probably tell everyone at work that you can’t even manage to keep your apartment clean. 

“Oh, little one,” he sighs. You pray for a black hole to spontaneously appear and swallow you up, but don’t get any such mercy. “You need tea,” he says firmly. “Tea, and then you’re going to tell me what’s making you depressed.”

Shinsou heads towards your kitchen with a strange amount of confidence for someone who’s never been in your apartment before, ignoring the dirty dishes piled in the sink in favor of the kettle.

Part of you knows you should protest, but you can't bring yourself to care, scraping the bottom of the well and coming up empty. You shove the pile of clothes strewn on your couch to the floor and sink into the cushions, your eyes on the hero in your kitchen. Maybe you’re just having a really weird dream.

All of your mugs are dirty, so Shinsou washes your favorite, plucking it out of the stack. You wonder if it's a part of his quirk to pick up on things like that. He even remembers how you take your tea, cradling the mug gently in both hands and plopping down beside you, sinking into your couch, his long legs sprawling out in front of him. Your fingers brush against his own, thin and unnaturally warm from the heat of the drink as he hands it to you. You're reminded of the last time you saw him. 

You've got two full trays of coffee balanced precariously in both hands, fighting a losing battle against flimsy cardboard and gravity. Your face is furrowed in concentration, your eyes fixed on your full hands when someone plucks the trays out of your grasp with nimble fingers. Your head shoots up, and you're about to protest when you see a pair of familiar purple eyes on yours. They’re beautiful up close, blue flecks making them seem almost periwinkle in the fluorescent office lights. Bashfulness hits you like a tsunami, and you try to tamp it down.

“Seems you've got your hands full,” Shinsou comments dryly. You smile and shrug, flustered by his proximity. 

“All in a day's work.” You bite your lip, feeling awkward. “I um, I got you one too, even though I wasn't sure if you'd be in today. You drink it black right? Dark roast?” Deftly, you pluck his out of one of the trays, then hold your other hand out expectantly. “Trade you?”

Shinsou stares at you intently, his expression unreadable. An odd shiver runs down your spine, like cold water dripping through your veins, and there’s a beat of silence before he finally responds, like he had to reboot. 

“Thank you,” he murmurs softly. He hands you one of the trays and accepts the warm cup from your hands, fingers brushing against yours. Despite your protests, Shinsou insists on helping you with your errand, trailing behind you to the meeting room you’re headed to. 

You pass out the drinks quickly, ignoring the odd stares that come with having a purple haired shadow lingering behind you, obediently holding the tray as though it’s the most important part of his day. 

Shinsou doesn’t speak until you're both out in the hallway. 

“You didn't get yourself anything.” There's a slight crease in between his eyes. It's adorable, the singular sign of concern in his placid expression. You’d like to reach out and smooth it out with your thumb. 

“They ran out of the tea I like,” you say, trying and failing to not sound like you’re pouting. Shinsou hums in acknowledgement. He’s suddenly distracted, his mind obviously elsewhere as he shoots you a vague goodbye before abruptly turning on his heel and heading in the opposite direction. You smile to yourself. Sometimes the heroes were so odd.

After your lunch break, a cup of tea appears on your desk. You don’t see Shinsou again, but you can’t keep the smile off your face for the rest of the day.  

You’ve sat in silence for at least twenty minutes, unsure of what to say. You wish Shinsou would just leave, but you’re not brave enough to say so. You just want to be left alone. The idea of talking about your pathetic problems with someone who has real responsibilities is mortifying. Shinsou seems content to remain unnervingly quiet beside you, relaxing on your secondhand couch.

“I’m not even sad, really. I’m just bad at being a person,” you finally say. “I fuck up everything and I'm going nowhere.” Your head thunks back against the couch cushions. Shinsou is staring at you, and you wish you could just disappear, but the floodgates have been opened, everything that’s been weighing you down spilling out.

 “It’s so exhausting to even just be alive. I feel so overwhelmed and stressed constantly about the most miniscule things. I wish someone would tell me what to do because I seem to be incapable of making decisions, even with little things like what to eat and how to organize my closet. Every choice I make is the wrong one.”  You sniffle, desperately fighting back the threat of tears. 

There’s a quick change in the placid expression on Shinsou’s face, a ripple in the still waters of a pond. 

“I could help.” His voice is hesitant but his gaze is sharp, lilac eyes pinning you down. You run a hand through your greasy hair absentmindedly, confused.

 “How?”

He stares at you with a deadpan expression until you realize what he’s implying. Duh. 

“I could… make some decisions for you. Help you be productive.”

You've never seen a mind altering quirk in action. Your curiosity sparks, and you push yourself to sit up.

“Can you just tell me to… not? Be depressed?” you ask.

Shinsou tilts his head, a small frown on his face. “It doesn’t work like that, unfortunately. But I might be able to make you feel better. At least temporarily.”

The silence while you mull over his offer is tense. You don't want him to use his powers superfluously. You're not sure if his quirk has limitations, but you don't want to exhaust it for a stupid reason like this. 

“I can't ask you to do that.” You say.

“You're not asking,” he replies firmly. “I'm offering because I want to help. It'll–” he hesitates, reaching up to pinch the bridge of his nose. “I've heard that it's not bad, the sensation of it.”

You stare at him, absentmindedly chewing on your lip. Nothing can make you feel worse than you do right now, you reason. Maybe you can get him to make you clean. Or fill out bills. 

“How do we start?”

Shinsou looks surprised, then pleased, his eyes warm. He shifts closer to you, and you catch the scent of cologne, light and clean. Your heart gives an odd stutter.

“Are you going to be good for me?” His voice is barely a whisper. Heat rises to your face at the question, warmth kindling low in your stomach. You ignore your own reaction, focusing on his question.

“Yes Shinsou,” you reply. His mouth curves up, his demeanor changing instantly, slipping on intensity like a glove. A long arm drapes across the back of your sofa, boxing you in, closing the gap between you. He's bigger than you realized, so close like this, wiry muscle covering his slim form. His eyes are dark and deeper than you've ever seen them, like a twilight sky. You can't look away, a rabbit caught in the hypnotic gaze of a snake.

“Relax,” he orders, his voice silky smooth but impossibly firm. The words have an immediate effect, melting into you, tugging at your brainstem. A shiver runs down your spine, and you feel the tension in your body unfurl, like you’re slipping into a warm bath.

There’s a part of you that’s panicking, a jerk of animal instinct that fights against the downy sensation that’s settling into your mind. You try to quiet the protest. You want to be good for Shinsou, want him to think that you're good. He sees the conflict in your expression and leans impossibly closer, a gentle hand reaching up to tip your chin towards him. Your eyes drop down to his mouth, and his breath catches.

“You’re doing so well,” he says quietly. “I know it’s uncomfortable, but I’d never hurt you.” He cocks his head, voice slipping back into a more authoritarian tone. “Now, go take a shower and brush your teeth.” 

The words have an instant effect on you, pulling an invisible string. You jerk to your feet, unsteadily beelining towards the bathroom, his little marionette doll. Shinsou rises as well, heading towards your bedroom. 

The first time you meet Shinsou is in one of the many break rooms of the agency you work at. He strolls in, and you have to make a concentrated effort from keeping your jaw from dropping. He's tall and handsome, his surprisingly delicate features thrown off by the dark circles under his eyes. The coffee you're pouring overflows onto your hand in your distraction, and you curse quietly under your breath, spinning around to grab some paper towel to clean your mess. 

“Careful, the coffee's hot,” a dry voice speaks from behind you. It's low in an unexpected way, appealing despite his lack of inflection. You let out a scoff at his comment. You go over a mental list of the heroes at your agency, trying to pinpoint who he is.

“You're MindJack, right?” you finally ask, turning back to face him, your curiosity getting the best of you. He looks surprised. 

“You know who I am?” 

“Yeah, I guess. I’ve seen what you can do, read your file and stuff.” You're desperately trying to come off as nonchalant, throwing your shoulders up in an exaggerated shrug. Hopefully he doesn’t think you’re a stalker or anything. You clear your throat. “You’ve got a pretty interesting quirk.” 

“Interesting is a kind way to put it, I believe.” His tone is light, but there’s an edge to it. You read the sudden tension in his shoulders, the way his lips thin. “Most people think it’s a villainous quirk to have.” 

You roll your eyes. Morons. 

“People are just shitty about it because they’d probably be evil if they had your power,” You say, trying to sound matter of fact. “If anything, it just proves you’re a better hero, you resisted the pull because you’ve got strong morals.”

 You smile at him, and he returns it, a quick crescent moon flash of teeth that has you ducking your head.

“I guess I’ve never thought of it that way,” he murmurs thoughtfully.

Shinsou found your stash of clean sheets and is making your bed when you walk into your bedroom after your shower, squeaky clean and wrapped in a towel. He turns to you, and you see his cheeks go pink, his eyes trailing down your form before shooting back up to your face with a guilty expression. Shame rushes through you, disturbing the detached serenity you feel. You should've told him you needed to change, instead of barging in practically naked. He's being so nice, and you’re ruining things like always. You can feel the corners of your mouth turning down, anxiety fighting against the artificial calm Shinsou has coached your mind into.

He clicks his tongue, matching your frown with one of his own. “I’m sorry, I lost focus. You’re alright, relax for me.”

It’s an odd sensation, a roller coaster drop and then you’re back to tranquility. He smiles at you with that half crescent flash of teeth. Your knees feel weak. 

“I’ll go start the dishes while you put on some fresh clothes and start some laundry. Sounds good?”

The sun's dipping low in the sky, the shadows growing long as you and Shinsou fold the mounds of laundry you've finished. Time feels strange, chores that normally take hours slipping by in moments, the sound of Shinsou's voice filling the silence and echoing in your head. He tells you about becoming a hero, about training and about work. You like the way his voice sounds, the lack of inflection giving way to little tells, peaks and valleys in his speech pattern that you’ve never picked up on before.

He's propped himself against your bed, making quick work of the pile of socks he’s folding, a crease appearing between his eyebrows as he concentrates. You're struck with the soft domesticity of it all, the compassion of Shinsou taking so much time to help try to pull you out of the hole you’ve found yourself in. Gratitude overwhelms you, your chest tight with it. 

You don't realize there are tears running down your cheeks until Shinsou looks up at you, and lets out a soft gasp, abandoning the pile of socks.

“Are you alright?” he asks, concern lacing his tone. “Did I push you too much today? Did we do anything you didn’t want?” He’s so close to you, hands hovering hesitant around your face, desperate to comfort but afraid to close the gap. You shoot him a watery smile, wiping your eyes before you pull him into a tight hug. He freezes at the contact, a heartbeat of surprise before melting against you, long arms wrapping around your body.

“You're just so nice,” you say, voice muffled against his chest. You feel his lips brush against the top of your head softly. You don't feel better, necessarily, the empty hole in your chest still present, but you feel less heavy. Your apartment looks great, and your to do list is down to an almost manageable level. He’s done so much more for you than you can express, so you just hug him tighter, burying your face into his neck. 

You want to stay like this forever, huddled on your bedroom floor, cradled in each other’s arms. The warmth of the moment is shattered by the ring of his phone. 

Being a hero is a ceaseless calling. He answers, and you try to convince yourself that the curt note in his voice is disappointment at the interruption. You pull back and pretend not to eavesdrop, schooling your face into a neutral expression for when he hangs up, regret coloring his features.

“I have to go,” he says, and you muster a smile.

“I’ll walk you out.” 

MindJack stands in your doorway for the second time tonight, lingering in the warmth of your apartment. You’re back to feeling stressed, hyper aware of the vulnerability he’s seen today. You hope he doesn’t say anything to anyone. You hope he still likes you after all of this. His next sentence catches you completely off guard, your own self doubt totally off base. 

“I'll stop by to pick you up for work tomorrow morning,” he says, his voice almost casual. There's a soft pink to his cheeks, and you feel an answering heat rise to your own. “Unless you’re planning on calling in sick again.” 

“You really don’t have to do that.” You feel like you’ve put him out enough tonight already.

“I’d like to.” Those purple eyes have you pinned again, and you feel yourself nodding without thinking. Before you can blink, he leans into your space, wrapping a long arm around your waist, pulling you flush against him and pressing his lips to yours in a fierce kiss. His mouth is warm and soft. He nips at your bottom lip and you quietly gasp. He takes advantage, deepening the kiss, pulling you impossibly closer, his tongue sweeping against yours. You reach your hands up, weaving your fingers through his hair, and he lets out an appreciative groan when you tug him closer. His phone buzzes again and he pulls away.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, then,” he says breathlessly. You don’t know how to tell him what a difference he’s made for you. You’ve got so much you’d like to say to him, but you know he has to go. He’s stayed longer than he should already.

“Thank you,” you say simply. You hope he understands the true weight of your appreciation. You gaze tenderly at each other for a moment before he reaches a hand out, fingers ghosting against your cheek, then slips out of your apartment.

[call-me-copycat]

Because of one of my recent posts, I feel the need to ask:

If you have not read it (or at least haven't read it all), would you guys be interested if I were to share some panels every now and then?

I've noticed every time someone online posts a strip without context, everyone finds it hilarious and wants to know where it's from - I don't see many people that know about SMASH? So I thought I'd ask

I own all 5 books, it's terrible but in a good way in my opinion (⁠๑⁠¯⁠◡⁠¯⁠๑⁠) - I will admit some of it is a little too crude for me though..（´・ω・｀）

SMASH is where a lot of popular artwork came from! (Most of it was from Horikoshi responding to Neda's work but still)

He drew the cast as children for a chapter, and little Aizawa caught a lot of attention:

Then Horikoshi drew this for Neda after that chapter:

There was another with a genderbend artwork from Horikoshi after Neda (I believe it was from the same novel too) made a genderbend strip:

Anddd here are some random panels for those unfamiliar! (´∇｀)

Bonus warning from Horikoshi:

[that-nerd-who-writes-fanfiction]

Ooh.....Thanks for sharing your fics recs....Because you don't mind, can I ask for another top fav fics recs that you love? Thanks so much.....

Of course! I’ve only got about 10 because sorting through bookmarks takes a while but I can always do more

These are all complete and written in english

Emrys the Really, Truly Terrible by lindenwaverly

Merlin - Arthur wants to look for Emrys, Merlin is very against the idea, crack with plot, 15,241 words

Regent by Theroundbartable

Merlin - Time travel, Arthur becomes a child, Leon is immortal, Merlin is regent because Arthur left a will, Arthur has childhood trauma and suppressed memories, check the tags for triggers, 148,386 words, 16 chapters

The chaotic neutral’s guide to time travel by DancingInTheStorm

Mha - Shinsou has no fucks to give and UA has to deal with it, 1,629 words

Luminescence by livinglittlelie

Mha - Soul mates Tododeku fic, everyone has marks that glow when they touch their soulmate, Izuku thinks he’s markless his whole life and Todoroki has trauma surrounding his soulmarks, super cute, little bit angsty and briefly goes into platonic soul bonds and relationships too. 9,229 words

Lost and Found by Andai

Mha - Dadzawa is protective when Izuku’s dad shows up, he claims his kid openly, and proudly. Midoriya Hisashi is promptly told to fuck off. 15,216 words, 3 chapters

Somewhere in Between by PhantomWriter

Good Omens, Merlin crossover - Merlin shows up in the bookshop, he and Aziraphel have an interesting conversation. 4,300 words

Emrys smiled by NoTearsFalling

Merlin - Merlin punches a knight to protect a kid, a foreign king tries to punish him, 4,430 words

Let Us Cling Together As The Years Go By by TheGameIsOn_Geronimo

Good Omens, Merlin crossover - Aziraphel and Merlin meet a few times over the years and become friends, just immortal things, 5,477 words

A dog is a Merlin's best friend by OlisDrabbles

Merlin - Merlin keeps the dog from the Valiant episode and it becomes his best friend and the number 1 Merthur shipper, 4,159 words

I Also Have Magic by OwlsWithFins

Merlin - Merlin’s magic is revealed and the knights all stand up for him by confessing to also having magic, they pretend to do little tricks so it’s believable, crack and fluff, Mercelot, 3,208 words

[multifandom-nerds-blog]

It was finally time for Shinsou and Monoma action in the anime, let's go! Also just Aizawa being Eraserdad to all of them kids.

[theloveinc]

Okay but Shinsou won't hold your hand in public cause hes too embarrassed, but he WILL take a shit while you're having a bath

screaming.

(it's one of those 45 minute shits, too, not even fifteen minutes after you first sunk into the water. he's on his phone and everything, taking his sweet, sweeeeeet time as if you didn't pull the shower curtain around the tub the second he entered to try and distance yourself from his audacity.

you eventually ask him if he's ever planning on finishing, you have shit to do that doesn't involve him, and he's just looking up from his 100th baby kitten tik tok video and is like. "why would i leave?” kjsfhjkasdfk)

[bibibbon]

My mistake. I mistranslated what Hitoshi said. He said that he was surprised that Bakugou wasn't relishing in his fangirls. Which is way worse when you remember that Hitoshi assumed that all Class 1-A are arrogant assholes. So...he still thinks that.

Hi @anartisicandautisticstararcher 👋

Ok so I had to recheck the panel again and this is what I got.

Iam quite surprised that shinsou thinks of class 2A as a bit arrogant when he literally is in that class right now. Not sure if this is inconsistent writing from horikoshis part or if it's him trying to prove that bakugo has changed as he isn't relishing in fans or making him a celibate rival.

Maybe it's all and maybe it's none after all this is up to interpretation.

[mrdaddyissues-dabi]

Mask off. 💜

😺 back at digital art to make aged up shinso. 💜

[suchusoid]

meet class 1-c

So i've mentioned that rui is in class 1-c so lets introduce the whole class!

Hitoshi shinso

Quirk: brainwash

Hachurui waniguchi

Quirk: herptile

miyaku nakanishi(not mine! Belongs to Bloggerit on instagram)

Quirk: spider

Yoru kanshisha

Quirk: ventriloquist

Hebi Hauyona

Quirk: tentacle fingers

fukugo kigyotai

Quirk: patchwork( among others...)

Layla darwish

Quirk: wrapping body

Bao, hua bolin and wei lee

quirk: four headed dragon

chikuchi togeike

Quirk: utensil

tsutsutaka agoyamato

Quirk: grease

kamasu sakana

Quirk: mermaid

Obake seishin

Quirk: onryo

satsuma yokuryu

Quirk: ropen

Arikui namakemono

Quirk: mapinguari

namekuji katatsumuri

Quirk: lou carcolh

[empian28]

Ok, yk those au’s where izuku, oboro/kurogiri, Tomura, and Dabi escape AFO early and become a family? Someone give me a fic like that where Tomura realizes he’s being manipulated and finds out abt Nana, Dabi reunites with his family but not Endeavor, it shows how kurogiri regained his memories and him reuniting with Aizawa, Mic, and Midnight and meets shinso, bad parent Inko, bad dad-for-one, afo forcing quirks on Tomura and Izuku, and toga joins their family, and later they save eri, and some grandpa nezu who helped them escape and rebuild their lives, pls, that’s all I want. Oh, and it shows the aftermath of them escaping where they all get therapy and go on to being normal citizens and chasing their dreams they hid or were forced to give up bc of afo or society, that sounds so good to me, does anyone want me to write this?? Writing this all out is making me want to write this but would anyone read it??

What would the name be?

[vroomian]

Hey you know what’d be a really good meetcute for shinsoc and Bakugo?? Like I know the bakuparents worked in fashion. It’d be funny if shinsoc got scouted on the street for a photo shoot. While he’s not really conventionaly good looking he’s one of those people who’s so confident it doesn’t really matter how he looks. He’s got charisma.

So anyway he gets roped into a kids fashion magazine shoot somehow and absolutely kills it. He gets offered further jobs and is like. ‘…beats working retail I guess?’ Also he’s like ten at this point, so he can’t even get a legal job lol. He gets his (foster?) parents to sign him up, an agent, and secured himself a pretty lucrative part time job as a model. He starts getting more and more popular and eventually works a shoot with masaru as the photographer, wearing Mitsukis designs. Mitsuki absolutely loves shinsocs style and immediately designs a whole line with him as the face. It’s a pretty big deal!

Bakugo has definitely been dragged into acting as his parents dress up doll, notices that they’ve been distracted and inspired. He get curious and sneaks a peak at one of the photos masaru kept from the a shoot and just— stops when he sees shinsoc’s eyes staring out at him. Oh. Oh.

Mitsuki fell in love with masaru at first sight. Bakugo is basically a copy of his mother.

Or: give me simp Bakugo who’s crushing hard and oblivious shinsoc or give me death!

[yourlunarspice]

A Christmas To Remember: Hitoshi Shinsou's Eggnog

"Would you like to explain why you're up at 5 o'clock in the morning?" Aizawa fixed him with a glare, arms crossed.

"How does the saying go?" Hitoshi mused jokingly. "'No rest for the wicked'?"

Aizawa raised an eyebrow.

When Todoroki reveals that he's never celebrated Christmas, his friends take it upon themselves to make his first Christmas special, while reminding themselves how important the holiday is for them too.

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From the beginning!

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Christmas

First Christmas

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Food

Food as a Metaphor for Love

Pictures

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Todoroki Shouto is Bad at Feelings

Todoroki Shouto Needs a Hug

Todoroki Enji | Endeavor's Bad Parenting

Todoroki Enji | Endeavor Being An Asshole

Mentioned Todoroki Enji | Endeavor

Class 1-A Friendship (My Hero Academia)

Baker Satou Rikidou

Christmas Cake

Satou Rikidou is a Good Friend

Baker Midoriya Izuku

Midoriya Izuku is a Ray of Sunshine

Midoriya Izuku is a Good Friend

Bakugou Katsuki is a Good Cook

Bakugou Katsuki Swears A Lot

Angry Pomeranian Bakugou Katsuki

Bakugou Katsuki is a Dork

Bakugou Katsuki is a Good Friend

Bakugou Katsuki & Kirishima Eijirou Friendship

Minor Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou

Kirishima Eijirou is a Ray of Sunshine

Kirishima Eijirou is a Dork

Kirishima Eijirou is a Good Friend

Cute Uraraka Ochako

Supportive Uraraka Ochako

Uraraka Ochako is a Good Friend

Shinsou Hitoshi is in Class 1-A

Shinsou Hitoshi Replaces Mineta Minoru

Insomniac Shinsou Hitoshi

Tired Shinsou Hitoshi

Shinsou Hitoshi is a Good Friend

Shinsou Hitoshi Deserves Happiness

Adopted Shinsou Hitoshi

Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead and Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic Adopt Shinsou Hitoshi

Married Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic

Parental Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead

Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead Training Shinsou Hitoshi

Past Child Abuse

Mentions of Blindfolds

Mentions of Muzzles

Eggnog

Father-Son Relationship

Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead Deserves Happiness

[call-me-copycat]

Help what started out as a mild interest in Shirakumo has progressed into a small obsession (∩∩⸝⸝)՞ ՞

He's getting close to the same amount of obsession I have over Shinso and Aizawa ( ˶°ㅁ°˶)

[lunejump]

drew these imagining they got dressed by the teachers (don't ask why make up a scenario idk) so shinsou got dressed by mic and mina was originally being dressed by aizawa except the man has the fashion style of a worm so midnight came to help.

[anadorablekiwi]

Hugs! Unless no hugs, then just love!❤🧡💛💚💙💜

Yes pls hugs welcome 💜💖💙💚💖💜💖

[dimensionhoppr]

Wait is blood riot really the best villain kiri name you guys could come up with...