#shinsou’s birthday

[nekoo3001]

Shinso's birthday! I was drawing something else but didn’t have time to finish it so I’m posting this one

[aizawamicfan]

Hes officially ancient. Happy birthday king 👑

[plusultraetc]

I ended up having way too many unfinished fics to choose from for Shinsou's birthday, none of which were ao3-ready, so have this extra long snippet of my beloved ice cream shop au that I've spent way too much time on for a fic that might never actually get posted 😭

(the context here is that Shinsou & Kaminari are trying to get erasermic together, but Kaminari didn't know he was trying to set his teacher up with the music store guy bc he's only heard about him from Shinsou)

[puppyguppy]

You think he's come to kill you, to drink and fuck his fill, but no. He's come to claim you. 

That isn't to say he doesn't still fuck you, or devour you; and you're not sure which has you feeling closer to death, closer to damned. You feel spitroasted, between the six - maybe seven inches in one end, and the two or three inches in the other. The skin between your neck and your knees is on fire.

You beg for him -- not to stop, but just to put it out. As if he wasn't the source of the inferno in your veins. Still, he shushes you, soothes you with a kiss full of spit and blood, the touch just as cool in comparison to your spiking fever as the cum he fills you with; oddly refreshing, like an IV drip --

Drip.

Dream. Drop.

Through your sick-sort of sleep, you dream of a villain you'd once heard of, with metal in his mouth. But then the vision twists, and the metal is wrapped around a neck instead. A man made of moonlight and shadow, but with eyes that glow like a streak of sunset. Gold, to red, depending -- they'd been gold when he greeted you, when you let him in, but then red as he kissed you, killed you. You snap awake gasping, choking, not from a lack of air, but from too much of it. Your lungs feel full, expanded to their limits, stiff and gaping as you blink your bedroom back into your brain. Your neck itches, but when you squirm, it's just to realize that you're stuck. Pinned down by a hand in your hair, and a hand on your chest. Your fight and flight kicks in, and you're ready to bite, to scream and run --

He tuts above you.

Aizawa, as they call him. Shouta, as he let you call him. Your curse, his lover, your killer, his claim --

"Move too much and you'll only make it ugly."

You want to ask what. What will you make ugly. But then, through the pounding of your head (but not in your chest), you register a sliver of sunlight streaming in through your curtains. It's the soft, pale periwinkle of sunrise -- and it scalds perfectly across your neck like white, hot lightning. It sears your flesh, now that you're allergic to it; scarring across your throat until he forces you to roll over, like a goddamn rotisserie chicken. You hiss and cry into the pillows until he's finished with you, drawing the curtain closed only once you feel the circumference of your new, permanent collar connect across the nape of your neck. 

Because the bitemark wasn't enough?  Your throat hurts too much to give the question a voice; charred and scarred on the outside, parched on the inside. And yet, there’s something sort of like an answer that fills your head. It forms like TV static, a little sharp and fuzzy, a voice not your own, a laugh not your own. It makes your bones tingle and itch, like they’re stuck on standby, waiting for your brain to tell them what to do. Except, when you try to tell them to shift into a more comfortable position, they don’t. They don’t listen. And anxiety feels weird when not accompanied by a racing heart.

You feel him before you hear him, and then you hear him before you see him, and then when you finally, finally see him, it’s already too late. You know him. He’s made of the very same shadows, the very same moonlight, but there’s something…something softer about him. His eyes burn on you, inside of you, but pleasantly so – unlike the sun you’ll surely miss. The sun that’s surely burning at his back right now, if he’s really, truly the same. Same body language, same bags under his eyes, same strange scarf. A stranger, but already a comfortable guest amidst your stream of consciousness, whether welcome there or not.

He tells you to sleep.

That it’s still too early.

Sleep, you’ll feel better later.

Sleep, and then you’ll eat, you’ll drink, and you’ll be grateful that it’s Aizawa that’s claimed you.

Created you.

[wizzidoodles]

GUYS IT’S HIS BIRTHDAY

[tonerukun]

Happy birthday, Shinsou!! 💜💜💜

[mxlight]

how i imagine haru's birthday drawing for hitoshi looks!! <3333

(i tried to make it look hand drawn lol)

[aristocratic-manors]

Silly guys b-day 🥳

I really hate drawing his hair actually

[epickiya722]

As they should! Congrats, boys!

[bloody-bee-tea]

Family

Me, writing Aizawa a birthday fic where he barely even features? More likely than you think. Happy birthday to our resident caterpillar and most sleepy teacher-dad.

Hitoshi knows that something is going on the moment he comes home. The energy at home is totally off and it puts him on edge immediately, because he can't quite figure out if it's something good or something bad and until he knows for sure, old habits kick in.

And that means being wary, being tense and careful and trying to be as unobtrusive as he possibly can be.

Even though he has been with Aizawa and Yamada for close to a year now, it still comes easy to him and he carefully inches his way into the apartment. Hitoshi finds Yamada in the kitchen, humming under his breath as he puts away groceries and it's normal enough, it should be normal enough, but there's something in the air, an excited energy all around Yamada that puts Hitoshi's teeth on edge.

It's probably not even anything bad, but heightened emotions meant danger for Hitoshi for so long that he thinks he can be excused for being wary.

Still, he apparently trusts Yamada—and his place in their home—more than he thought because instead of hiding himself away like he would have just a year ago, he steps into the kitchen, still careful, still wary, but not terrified out of his mind.

"I'm back," Hitoshi forces himself to say and almost flinches when Yamada whirls around to him a second later, but he relaxes when a smile overtakes Yamada's face.

"Welcome home," Yamada cheerfully says and steps close to pull Hitoshi into a hug.

Hitoshi is always warmly greeted when he comes back home, but this is unusual, even for Yamada who is more touchy than Aizawa and Hitoshi combined and so Hitoshi can't help but to frown when he's being released.

"What's going on?" Hitoshi wants to know because something has to be, there's no other explanation for Yamada's behaviour and he's proven right when Yamada gives him a sheepish expression.

"Sheesh, you're just as bad as Shou, I can't keep anything from you, huh?"

"Well, you are kind of obvious," Hitoshi gives back and it makes Yamada laugh, further soothing the worry that's still lingering in Hitoshi.

"Okay, fair," Yamada easily agrees and then pulls Hitoshi over to the kitchen table. "And I actually need to rope you into this, so it's only fair that you learn about this in advance. But—" and here he levels Hitoshi with one of his serious looks "—you need to keep this a secret from Shou until tomorrow."

Hitoshi blinks.

"Why?"

It never bodes well to keep secrets from his caretakers, no matter how open and welcoming they have been and especially not if one wants to pit him against the other.

Hitoshi chides himself for that thought as soon as it crosses his mind because Yamada and Aizawa are not like that; they love each other and Hitoshi is confident that even if they were having a fight, neither would drag Hitoshi into the middle of it.

So instead of jumping to conclusions, Hitoshi forces himself to take a deep breath and then says "I need you to explain this."

Immediately, Yamada's face falls.

"Right, shit, I'm sorry, Hitoshi. Of course." Yamada waves him closer to the table, where Hitoshi sees a brown envelopee. "I'm going to explain, and of course you're not obligated to keep this a secret, but I would really like it if you could, until tomorrow."

"Tomorrow is Aizawa's birthday," Hitoshi slowly says, eying the envelope again.

"It is. And this—" he taps the envelope "—is his present. Well, all our present, really, but Shou gets so—" Yamada cuts himself off and starts again before Hitoshi can even think to voice his confusion. "Those are your official adoption papers," Yamada then tells him unceremoniously and for a moment Hitoshi's ears ring and he can barely breathe.

"They are?" he asks, voice full of hope and his fingers twitch with the need to pick the envelope up.

"They are. It's official now," Yamada nods and then sighs. "You and Shou put way too much weight on a single stupid piece of paper," he then mutters with a shake of his head and Hitoshi frowns.

"What is that supposed to mean?" he asks, more biting than the situation maybe warrants, but this 'stupid piece of paper' as Yamada so nicely put it is the single most important thing in Hitoshi's life right now. And possibly for the foreseeable future.

"Hitoshi. Kiddo. You're our son. We already have a veritable book of papers in this apartment, stating exactly that. We're your primary caretakers. We're your foster parents. We're your medical proxies and your emergency contacts. We have all of that documented already. All this piece of paper is doing, is replacing half of the papers we already have, telling us exactly what we already know. I know it's important to you and Shou, and I get it to a certain extent, but you are our son already. This is not going to change that."

"But it's not permanent. Or, well, it wasn't. I could be taken away from here any second," Hitoshi argues, because he knows the system. Things can change at the drop of a hat and only the adoption papers will give him the security he needs to know that this is it. That it's permanent.

"Come here," Yamada says as he takes a seat at the kitchen table and Hitoshi slowly follows his example, sitting down on the chair next to him.

"First of all, it's not quite so easy to take you away from us," Yamada starts and he silences Hitoshi before he can even argue that point. "I know you've had quite the different experiences, but it really isn't. For you to be taken away from us, a few things have to happen. First, someone would need to raise concerns about your living situation."

Yamada looks at him, clearly waiting to give any indication that he understands and so Hitoshi nods.

"Next, your social worker has to listen to them. She will, because that's her job and she's thorough with it so she'll schedule a visit. A visit that will raise no red flags with her, because there are no concerns about your living situation. Right?"

Yamada asks this as if he expects Hitoshi to say something different and he's quick to shake his head.

"This is the best home I've ever lived in," Hitoshi mutters, and even though Yamada knows this, he's still embarrassed to all hell about it.

"Okay, I'm glad you think so. Well, I'm not glad you've had so many bad experiences, but—you get it," Yamada rambles and Hitoshi smiles because it's such a Yamada thing to do. "Anyway. Once she notices that there are no red flags here, she'll talk to you in a one-on-one, asking if there's anything going on that would need her attention. If you say no, that's it. And even in the case that you should say yes, you'll only be removed from our family temporarily, until more concrete proof can be found."

"That's never how it went. I was always just—moved," Hitoshi gives back and Yamada nods.

"I know. But that's really not how it's supposed to go. It's a whole, involved process, and that's not only because we're pros or because we know your social worker. That helps, undoubtedly, but it's not a deterrent should she find anything wrong. You being taken from us won't just happen."

Hitoshi takes a moment to mull that over and he can't deny that it helps to know this. No one has ever taken the time to explain this to him and with what happened in the past it didn't even occur to Hitoshi to question the process.

And even though the adoption papers are finally here, it still helps to put him at ease.

"And second?" he finally asks, much to Yamada's apparent confusion

"Huh?"

"You said first of all, which implies there's a second point to this," Hitoshi explains and now Yamada gives him a grin that borders on the line of unhinged.

"If you think we'd simply let you be taken from us, then you're sorely mistaken," Yamada gives back. "You're our son. We agreed that if anything happened or if the HPSC tried to pull any bullshit, I'm allowed to go full on villain."

Hitoshi takes a moment to digest that before he shakes his head.

"Aizawa would never allow that," he argues because there is no way he would simply stand by and watch Yamada go off the rails but Yamada only continues to smile at him.

"Of course he would. Hell, it's his plan! He was all prepared, even had a villain name ready for me. Seriously, can't come up with his own hero name but has a villain name for me ready to go at a moment's notice. That guy, honestly." Yamada shakes his head and everything about him screams fond so loudly that Hitoshi fears he's about to go deaf.

"You'd—do that? For me?"

"Kiddo, we'd burn the entire world down for you, if it'd made you happy," Yamada replies without hesitation and he looks so earnestly that Hitoshi has no other choice but to believe him.

Hitoshi leans forward, practically begging for a hug and Yamada doesn't hesitate to give him exactly what he's asking for.

"I'm really happy to be your son," Hitoshi mutters into his chest and Yamada presses his cheek against the crown of his head.

"Tell Shou that when you hand him the adoption papers and he's going to cry," he hums out and Hitoshi frowns.

"He doesn't cry," he says, because he's pretty sure Aizawa is way too stoic for that, but Yamada huffs out a laugh.

"Bet," he only gives back and Hitoshi nods, because there's just no way, right?

"You really want to give him this as his birthday present?"

"No, kiddo, I want you to give him this as his birthday present. I know we don't talk much about our own families, but Shouta's is—distant. They are estranged and have been for years at this point. Shouta tries to not let it show too much but he's a family man, through and through and it hurts him every year when they don't call."

"So you think when I give him this, it'll alleviate some of that pain?"

"I think when you give him this, it's going to make him happier than he has been in years."

"Happy enough to make him cry," Hitoshi says, still doubtful about that but Yamada nods. "When even was the last time he cried?"

Hitoshi can't imagine him shedding even one tear; not only because of his quirk but also because Aizawa appears to be so stoic, as if nothing can really touch him. Hitoshi knows better by now—you tend to learn a whole lot of things about people you live with and who want you in their life, it turns out—but still. Crying?

"When you said you wanted to stay with us," Yamada immediately replies and Hitoshi jerks back in his surprise.

"He did not!"

"He did, later that night, when we went to bed," Yamada says with a small smile. "He was really happy about it, you know. And he's going to be really happy about this, too." Yamada nods at the envelope. "Do you want to give it to him for his birthday, or do you want to do it when he comes home?"

Hitoshi is still trying to wrap his head around the fact that Aizawa apparently cried when he said he wants to stay with them, and he thinks it's kind of mean to keep this from Aizawa, no matter if it's just for a day.

So, a compromise might be in order.

"He'll come back late, anyway, right? Can I give it to him after midnight?"

Yamada narrows his eyes at him, pursing his lips in thought.

"Is this a ploy to get me to allow you to stay up during a school night?" he then asks and Hitoshi snorts.

"I'd be up anyway. I don't sleep much," he reminds him, and even his medication is barely helping with that, though at least lately he sleeps through once he manages to fall asleep.

"Do we need to adjust your meds?" Yamada wants to know almost immediately but Hitoshi shakes his head.

They might have to, later, but right now he really doesn't want to think about this.

"Can I stay up?"

"Sure," Yamada says with a sigh after a moment of deliberation and Hitoshi allows himself a little celebratory wiggle in his chair.

They spend the rest of the evening like they would on any other day, but now Hitoshi understands why there was this undercurrent of anticipation when he first came home; he, too, is beyond excited to hand Aizawa the envelope, to have it be official, no matter if his place here was already guaranteed or not.

When Aizawa finally comes home, he seems to pick up on it immediately as well, because he narrows his eyes, first at Yamada and then, when he only gets a big smile in response, at Hitoshi.

"Why are you still up?" he then asks because it's ever inching closer to midnight but Hitoshi copies Yamada and gives Aizawa nothing but a bright smile.

"You're plotting something and I am not a fan," Aizawa grumbles as he unspools his capture weapon from his neck.

"Ah, but you're going to love it," Yamada reassures him as he steps close for a kiss. "Welcome home. Everything go okay?"

"Quiet night," Aizawa replies, though a small smile curves his mouth. "I'm home."

At first Hitoshi thought it was incredibly cheesy to have this exchange every time one of them comes home, but he gets it now. It makes their home feel warm and loved and Hitoshi never fails to participate, too.

"Welcome home," he adds and gets a glare for his troubles, because clearly Aizawa is not yet convinced that it's not for any nefarious reasons.

Still, Hitoshi keeps quiet, the envelope safely hidden away in his room and he can practically feel himself watch the time crawl on, until finally, it's time.

Yamada gives him a meaningful look as he captures Aizawa's attention effortlessly and Hitoshi slips away to retrieve the envelope. Once it's in his hands, the nerves settle in, which is just beyond stupid.

Aizawa is going to love it, there's no doubt about that. He pushed harder for this than Yamada or even Hitoshi himself and he's going to love it.

Still, Hitoshi's hands shake when he makes his way back to the living-room and Yamada must know it because he gives Hitoshi a reassuring smile.

"Would you look at that, Shou, it's past midnight," Yamada exclaims once Hitoshi reaches the couch. "Happy birthday." It's added so softly that Hitoshi feels himself flush, especially when Aizawa tries to hide his smile in the scarf he's no longer wearing and before this can get any more awkward for Hitoshi he clears his throat.

"Happy birthday," he too says and hands Aizawa the plain, brown envelope.

Aizawa raises an eyebrow at him, but Hitoshi forces his face to be stoic and he simply watches how Aizawa looks over at Yamada before he sighs and opens the envelope up.

Hitoshi gives him a moment take the papers out, to read what it states, before he says "I'm really happy to be your son."

Hitoshi doesn't need to look over to Yamada to know that his eyes are brimming with tears, and he himself is not doing any better, because even his voice gives away how emotional he is about this.

It's nothing to Aizawa's reaction though.

Hitoshi watches how his face goes slack, the paper slipping right through his fingers and then suddenly Hitoshi finds himself crushed to Aizawa's chest.

"Our son," he whispers and even though Hitoshi can't see his face it's more than apparent that Aizawa really is crying.

Hitoshi wouldn't have thought it possible, but now that it's happening, it only makes him press more firmly into the hug.

"Happy birthday, Shou," Yamada says again and Hitoshi can feel the shuddering breath Aizawa releases.

"How? It was supposed to take another week, minimum!"

"I pulled some strings. You know how it is, with bureaucracy. It was basically all done anyway, it just needed one last signature and I made sure that happened sooner."

Yamada hadn't mentioned that before, but Hitoshi is not really surprised. If anyone could have pushed this along, of course it would be him.

"Thank you," Aizawa breathes out and presses his face into Hitoshi's hair. "Welcome home, son," he then adds and now that's enough to make Hitoshi cry, too.

Wonderful.

At least he can be sure to be in good company, because when Yamada gathers them both up in a hug, he's most definitely crying as well.

Hitoshi thinks a few years back, or with other people, he would have minded, but not now. Now, it only feels right, and like being home, and being loved and having a family.

Everything Hitoshi never thought he'd have, handed to him, because Aizawa and Yamada willed it so, because they want him as their son, badly enough that finally having it is enough to move Aizawa to tears.

"Best birthday present ever," Aizawa says in that moment and squeezes Hitoshi tight. "Thank you."

"You're very welcome, Shou," Yamada mutters and Hitoshi nods, because words are escaping him right now but he still needs to convey how grateful he is, too.

Yamada made him promise that he'd go right to bed after this, but Aizawa seems just as unwilling to let go of Hitoshi as Hitoshi is to move away and going by the fact that Yamada still has his arms around them, too, he's in no rush to send Hitoshi off to bed either.

And it's just right, Hitoshi thinks, that they spend a little bit more time on the couch, together.

As a family.

[softkya]

Oh my god, I almost forgot Shinsou's birthday?? I am terrible, I also forgot about Denki's birthday, what a disaster.

Anyways

Happy brithday Hitoshi and Denki (late), my faves

They drive me insane

[st4rrysam]

A birthday fic for sleepy boy

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It was July 1st, and you had been planning this day for weeks. Hitoshi Shinsou, your boyfriend, rarely made a big deal about his birthday, but you wanted to make sure he felt special. You knew his favorite things, his likes and dislikes, and today was all about celebrating him.

The morning began quietly. Shinsou usually woke up early, but today you managed to wake up before him. You sneaked out of bed and headed to the kitchen, determined to make his favorite breakfast: pancakes with blueberries, whipped cream, and a side of bacon.

As you flipped the pancakes, the delicious aroma filled the apartment. You smiled, knowing it would wake him up soon. And it did. Moments later, Shinsou walked into the kitchen, rubbing his eyes and yawning.

"Good morning, birthday boy," you greeted him with a wide smile.

He blinked, clearly surprised. "You’re up early."

"I have a surprise for you," you said, gesturing to the breakfast spread.

His eyes widened at the sight. "You did all this?"

You nodded, pulling him into a hug. "Happy birthday, Hitoshi."

He hugged you back, his arms wrapping around you tightly. "Thank you. This is amazing."

You both sat down and enjoyed the meal together, chatting about everything and nothing. After breakfast, you told him to relax in the living room while you prepared the next surprise.

The living room was transformed into a cozy nook with soft blankets, fluffy pillows, and a stack of his favorite books and comics. You had even set up a small reading corner with a comfortable armchair and a warm lamp.

When Shinsou walked in, his eyes widened in surprise. "You did all this for me?"

"Of course," you replied, guiding him to the armchair. "Today is all about you."

He sat down, looking around in awe. "This is perfect."

You handed him one of the books he had been wanting to read. "Take your time. I’ll be right here if you need anything."

He smiled, his eyes filled with gratitude. "Thank you."

As he settled into his book, you decided to make his favorite tea. The aroma of the tea soon filled the room, adding to the cozy atmosphere. You handed him a steaming mug and sat down beside him, picking up your own book.

The morning passed in peaceful silence, the two of you enjoying each other's company. Around lunchtime, you decided it was time for the next surprise.

"I hope you're hungry," you said, standing up and heading to the kitchen.

Shinsou followed you, curious. "What are you planning now?"

You grinned, revealing a spread of ingredients on the counter. "We're going to make homemade sushi."

His eyes lit up. "Really?"

"Really," you confirmed. "I know how much you love sushi, so I thought it would be fun to make it together."

You spent the next hour preparing the ingredients and rolling sushi. Shinsou was surprisingly good at it, and you both laughed and joked as you worked. The end result was a beautiful platter of sushi, ready to be enjoyed.

You set up a picnic-style lunch in the living room, complete with a blanket and cushions on the floor. The two of you sat down and enjoyed the sushi, savoring each bite.

"This is amazing," Shinsou said between mouthfuls. "I can't believe you did all this."

You smiled, reaching over to squeeze his hand. "I just wanted to make your birthday special."

He looked at you, his eyes soft. "You already have."

After lunch, you surprised him with a homemade cake. You had baked it the night before, carefully decorating it with his favorite colors and a simple "Happy Birthday, Hitoshi" written on top.

He laughed when he saw it. "You really thought of everything."

"Only the best for you," you said, cutting a slice and handing it to him.

The rest of the afternoon was spent playing his favorite board games and video games. You had set up a little gaming corner with all his favorite consoles and games, and the two of you played for hours, laughing and teasing each other.

As evening approached, you suggested watching a movie. You had prepared a list of his favorite films and let him choose. He picked one, and you both settled onto the couch, snuggled up under a warm blanket.

You made some popcorn, grabbed a couple of drinks, and dimmed the lights. The movie played, and Shinsou held you close, his fingers intertwined with yours.

"This has been the best birthday," he whispered.

You smiled, leaning your head on his shoulder. "You deserve it, Hitoshi. Happy birthday."

He kissed the top of your head, his voice soft and sincere. "Thank you for everything. I love you."

"I love you too," you replied, feeling a warm glow of happiness.

The night ended with you both falling asleep on the couch, wrapped in each other's arms. It had been a perfect day, filled with love and all of Shinsou's favorite things. And as you drifted off to sleep, you knew that this was a birthday he would always remember.

Feel free to send in requests! I will make a post on what I will and will not write soon!

[saturnsfallen]

happy birthday<333

WE LOVE YOU SHINSOU!!!!

[dmplk9503]

💜🎉

[nykie-love-anime]

Day 30 ~ Desserts

Everyone just wants a beautifully decorated cupcake.

So this is my last post for June Fluffy Prompts I cannot believe a month went by that quickly. I would just like to thank everyone who read my fics. Thank you for the likes, reblogs and comments I really, really appreciate every one of you guys. It absolutely makes my day when I see the all likes and reblogs. Please enjoy the post.

“How does this one taste?” you asked the young 11 year old girl sitting on a chair next to the kitchen counter. “It’s not bad but I believe if we add a bit more sprinkles it would taste better.” She muttered with purple frosting smashed on her nose causing you to let out a giggle nonetheless devouring the rest of the donut she was eating.

“Yeah you think so.” This caused Eri to nod with a very serious face but extra cute. “Yes life with a bit of sprinkles is a lot better than a life without sprinkles.” “No words truer than that little Eri.” You said sprinkling gold and white sparkles on the donuts. “What about now is this it?” you questioned handing her the bedazzled donut to look at. “Yes!” she exclaimed. “This is the one, Shinsou is going to love it.” “What is Shinsou going to love.” Speak of the devil and he will appear. “Nothing!” you and Eri both shriek surprised.

“Yeah right. What are you guys hiding?” he asked peaking behind your shoulder with a curious look on his face. “Fine we are busy making donuts for your birthday. Eri is my taste tester.” You stared at the purple haired man in front of you with a shy smile. “Really that is super sweet do you think I can get an early birthday present?” he questioned with a teasing smile and you just nodded handing him a donut. “This right here is a winner Y/N. And sprinkles do make life a bit more colourful doesn’t it little Eri.” He asked her with a smile.

“Don’t worry there will be a lot at the party along with your favourite cupcakes. So you just have to wait a while.” You said without thinking, face palming as you just realised what you said to your boyfriend. “Crap you were not supposed to know about it.” You laughed out. “Please pretend I did not say anything or Hizashi is going to smack me with a lecture of I told you so.” All of you giggled.

“No problem babe I have no recollection of what you said in the last two minutes. We wouldn’t want you to get an earful that you can’t keep secrets to save your life.” He teased you causing a blush to appear. Pushing him softly you mumbled for him to shut up. And at that he bursts out laughing. “Hey! I kept it for two weeks I was at my limit. You have no idea how many times I wanted to ask you a question on what you would like.” You said with a grin looking up at the man you love.

“Hizashi is going to give you an earful no matter what baby but I promise I will not say anything to him about the party as long as I can get that cupcake now.” He said pointing at the purple and white cupcake. “Fine.” You dramatically sighed but handed him a cupcake with a small smile. “Thanks Y/N/N. This is delicious and I can’t wait to eat more of it tonight.” He said pulling you into a hug giving your forehead a kiss as to not show to much before Eri. “Happy 21st birthday handsome.” You whispered as he pulled away from the hug for a next bite of his cupcake.

“When is your dad coming home so that I can kiss you properly.” He muttered. “Ew.” You both heard from behind you causing you to quickly pull back from each other. “Dad seriously.” You asked with a blush. “It’s not like I haven’t not walk in on you and mom being lovey dovey. What makes this different.” You said with a teasing smirk as you saw a bit of blush on your fathers face at the memories of last week.

“The difference is that your mother and I are married, we get to be lovey dovey with each other in our home all over the place wherever we desire.” This caused you to groan not wanting to think back on what you have seen multiple times on the couch in the living room. “Whatever.” You muttered. “Just so you know Hizashi is going to give you an earful about spoiling the secret to Shinsou.” “Shit is he also here.” You turned around looking for your loud blond uncle.

“No he will just know. Now go kiss Shinsou in peace I will be fine here.” “Dad!” you said exasperated blushing bright red. “Let’s go before we don’t have a second to ourselves.” Hitoshi swiped you off your feet racing up to your bedroom causing you to cackle and Aizawa just shook his head muttering to himself. “Ah, to be young and in love again.”

“Okay Eri Berry are you ready to have Shinsou as part of our family.” Aizawa ask the little girl who giggled and nodded as she looked at the open ring box in Aizawa’s hand. “I sure am.” She replied with a happy grin as Shouta put away the ring he went to pick up that morning for Hitoshi for tonight. They really couldn’t wait for tonight. “Now what is this about there being a lot of cupcakes.” He said smiling at the young girl.

“Y/N is not going to be very happy if we eat the cupcakes now.” Eri said with a grin but the longing look towards the dessert tray are making them both in the mood for something sweet. “Okay we can have one then they won’t know and we will not get into trouble.” Aizawa bargained and Eri just nodded.

“I knew it.” Shouta and Eri turn around to find you staring at them and they both suddenly look guilty. “Sorry hun but they look delicious we could not help ourselves.” Aizawa looked at his child with a grin. “Okay fine I get it but please stick to one the party is tonight then you can have more.” You pleaded with them and they just nodded. “Why are you not with Shinsou?” Eri asked staring at you with curious eyes.

“Because he went to the bathroom and I just had to make sure the donuts and cupcakes are still here.” You said pointing a finger at your father and Eri causing them both to blush. “Yeah, yeah we get it we will stick to one and once the party is on we can have more.” They both surrendered causing you to let out a giggle.

“And I just wanted to let you know Shinsou and I are going to his house to catch up with his family for a while. And I will get ready there so I will see you guys tonight.” You explained and Aizawa just nodded. “Just use protection. I am too young to be a grandfather.” He teased causing you to shriek in embarrassment. “Dad seriously! There are little ears arou…” you cut yourself of not seeing Eri anymore. “She went to her room a minute ago but seriously I am not ready to play grandfather.”

“Whatever.” You mumbled with a blush forming on your cheeks. “I will see you at the party and please keep your best friend in check I am not in the mood for a lecture about spoiling the secret.” You pleaded but before Shouta can say anything you are both cut off by the loud blond shrieking. “I knew it.”

Day 29 | Masterlist

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Happy birthday, Shinso!//Hitoshi Shinso//B-day//Birthday//My Hero Academia//Boku No Hero Academia//Class 1-C//Mha