#toddler Yamada

[manga-and-stuff]

Source: The Masterful Cat Is Depressed Again Today Dekiru Neko wa Kyō mo Yūutsu デキる猫は今日も憂鬱

by Hitsuji Yamada

[reallyromealone]

Hello there, I was wondering if we can get a part 2 of the alpha Kirishima x alpha Bakugo adopting to mega pup reader and the reader is meet most of their aunts and uncles?

Title: adoption part 2

Fandom: my hero academia

Pairing kirishima x Bakugo x male reader

Type: platonic fluff

Warnings: omegaverse, child reader

Notes: none

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(Name) was an absolute precious little guy, always following one of his dad's when he could and trying to help in the best way he could with such little hands as the two adults tried to include him in their day to day, currently on maternity leave to acclimate (name) better.

"Yaaay! Good job!" Kirishima congratulated (name) as the babe put his plastic bowl in the dishwasher, (name) beaming at this and hugged his dad's neck for comfort "were getting ready to meet some people, they're your aunt's and uncles and are very excited to meet you" when their friends learned if their tiny pup they practically exploded with excitement, mina taking everything within herself to not bust down that door to see the pup.

(Name) held the Dynamite toy close, either that or an old sweater of Kirishimas that the babe saught comfort from, a quick Google search showed Omegan pups saught comfort from their parents items it was early stages of a familial bond settling in.

Bakugo was the one to collect the little one after his nap, the aunts and uncles sitting in the livingroom to meet him "hey squirt, it's time to wake up" they changed the crib to a toddler bed when (name) tried climbing out, the little one starfished with a cute pair of pajamas on "nnh" the boy grunted as Katsuki huffed and gently lifted him "come on you" the boy nuzzling into his dad's shirt as he was brought out to the livingroom "(name), can you say hi?" Katsuki was surprisingly soft with the pup who looked confused and face had marks from the sheets "awww he's so little!" Mina gushed as she stood up and (name) clung to his dad nervously "slowly mina, he's shy" Eijiro said watching his sons movements.

The itty bitty pup looked nervous as Katsuki spoke to him "this is your aunt, she's a bit annoying but she's not gonna hurt you"

Carefully he set (name) down, the boy fidgeting before running to his other dad for protection, the redhead holding his stuffed doll "awww he has a dynamite toy!" Ochaco cooed and they watched (name).

Eventually everyone began chatting and (name) grew more comfortable and began wandering around as he normally did as he noticed the snacks on the table, things the others brought "oh look he's staring at the (treat)" denki snicked as the babe reached out and grabbed a handful, little hands getting messy in the process "well at least he likes it" Momo said as the dad's looked at each other and Katsuki cleaned him up and Eijiro got the boy a small serving "so how's being a parent?" Iida asked as he sipped his tea, glancing at the pup "he keeps trying to make nests everywhere, we don't think he knows what he's doing though" Eijiro chuckled as he let (name) get comfortable in his lap.

Later on came his former teachers + Eri and Shinsou, the two tagging along.

Katsuki saw the two as his own parents, his real parents and him had.. a hard relationship.

His mom and him never got along and when he showed up with Eiji... That went bad fast, he was seventeen at that point.

He hadnt even graduated yet.

His dad loved him but being an Omega, he couldn't really go against his alphas word but did send letters to him in secret.

After that Aizawa stepped up, using his custody over Bakugo and taking care of him and by proxy so did Yamada, the men treating him like a son.

"Hi little listener" Yamada was soft with the pup as Aizawa looked at the two fondly, Eri chatting with kirishima about her classes and her plans to join U.A under recommendations by not one but multiple heroes.

"Oh? Thanks..." Shinsou was awkward around children and when (name) handed him a Cheeto he wasn't expecting it to be so...soggy "you don't gotta eat that, just walk to the kitchen and toss it" kirishima whispered and the other man nodded and did so.

"Hello there" little (name) reached to the black haired man who had the forethought to have his hair put up "you can smell I'm an Omega" Aizawa smiled softly as (name) sniffed his face and bounced slightly "omegas feel calm with other omegas" he explained "safety in numbers sort of deal"

(Name) smushed his face, a silly baby attempt at scenting "I think he thinks I'm apart of his pack"

"Well you are" Eri said simply and everyone smiled at the interaction.

"Minas gonna be pissed that he's getting this and she's not"

When everyone left, (name) was tuckered out "he sure enjoyed those snacks"

"He's so sleepy" kirishima gently traced the boys face "let's get him to bed yeah?"

[grimoireofhayley]

Of Friends and Horror

Stu Macher x Fem!Reader x Billy Loomis

Word Count: 1.6k

WARNINGS: Graphic content, Smut (MINORS DNI), Language, Talks of SA, Cheating, Obsessiveness, Gore, 18+ Content, Stalking, Possessiveness, Dirty talk, Religion talk, Suppressed Mental Health problems (I.e., reader has some issues that she isn't aware of)

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A/n: Oh-my-god, I am so sorry for the major delay! Trust me, I was in the middle of writing the chapter the same day I said I would post it, but being a mom is super-duper busy and they will always come first and I completely forgot to post the chapter, but here it is FINALLY.. My twins are now 3 so they’re acting like teenagers, but toddler form; super bossy, extremely demanding, always and I MEAN always keeping me on my feet. Plus, I had to re-write it as I didn’t like how the first attempt at chapter 14 sounded 😮‍💨 Anyways, I barely have time to write, but when I can, I hope you all enjoy it. I hope this chapter is up to your liking! More chapters are still on the way, A LOT MORE. Keep in mind, the Billy scene in previous chapters and this scene is my first time writing smut/smut related things… 😓😓😓 Lastly, Thank You ALL so much for getting me to 405 followers! I’m in disbelief 🫢💜

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Chapter 14

Gulping, you shakily took the phone off the counter, hanging it up and unplugged it from the wall, making sure no calls would come through anymore that night for her sake.

Looking over, you saw Sidney gripping at her brown hair, pulling it in every direction, her jaw clenched, yet, her teeth chattering; she wanted to scream, shout and cry, but couldn’t. Her pale features now a rouge from both exhaustion and terror. Her sanity seemed to slip away bit-by-bit each time Ghostface would call; preying on her, taunting her, humiliating her.

“What, what!?” Dewey came running from his room, waving a gun around in his white t-shirt and blue and white striped boxers.

Tatum tsk-ed at her brother’s tardiness, pushing passed him to follow Sidney.

You rubbed the nape of your neck, placing your other hand on Dewey’s shoulder, “Next time.. maybe be a little quicker.” You laughed, half-heartedly, trying to make light of the situation, seeing how confused Dewey seemed to be.

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“(Y/n) (L/n) and Sidney Prescott who were both…”

Before the news reporter finished his sentence, Dewey shut the tv off, pulling a chair out from the kitchen table, sitting down.

“Billy was released.”

Your ears perked at the sound, relief washing over.

Sidney’s eyes lit up, but she still clearly had her doubts.

“His cellular bill was clean. He didn’t make those calls..” Dewey stated, grabbing a carton of milk before pouring some of it into his coffee. “We’re checkin’ every cellular account in the county.” Dewey finished, taking a long gulp of his un-sweetened drink before continuing. “(Y/n), Sidney..” He eyed both of you, “Any calls made to you two or Casey Becker are being cross-referenced, it’s going to take some time, but we’ll find him.”

Tatum nudged you and smiled at Sidney.

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Dewey pulled into the school lot with ease, parallel parking at the curb.

He got out and opened the door for you and Sidney.

You smiled at him, thanking him quietly, and he tilted his hat at you as Sidney got out next.

However, your smile quickly faded, seeing a reporter running towards your side; most likely to ambush both you and Sidney about what happened.

“(Y/n) how does it feel to know the murderer is lusting after you and nearly butchering your friends? Do you know who the killer is, are you a part of his twisted game?” A red head asked, shoving a mic at you, accusing you of being his partner-in-crime.

You scoffed, irritated, but somehow calm, honoured that she knows the killer wants you.

“What about you, Sidney? How does it feel to be almost brutally killed?”

Sidney bit her lip, already wanting to cry.

Dewey stepped in front, shoving the reporter away.

“Hey, leave them alone!” He shouted, towering over the petite woman.

She stumbled back, but wasn’t giving up.

“People want to know. They have a right to know!”

You, Tatum and Sidney bolted, getting away from all the interrogations this woman was sure to have up her sleeves.

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You were pressed against a locker; your mid back arched causing your torso to move forward; and your arms folded, pushing your breasts together, making them pop out.

“This is a mistake, I shouldn’t be here…” Sidney huffed, grabbing her books and slamming her locker door shut.

You sighed, plopping a sucker in your mouth; twirling the red treat around your tongue, pursing your lips tightly around it and without meaning to, your eyes landed on Stu who was already watching you.

You blushed and he smirked, liking how you looked with your mouth full.

“I want you to meet me right here after class, okay, Sid?” Tatum spoke and Sidney nodded.

“Hey, Stu, I haven’t seen Billy around… is he really pissed?”

Stu tore his gaze from you, looking at Sidney.

“Oh, you mean after you branded him the Candyman?”

You shoved Stu slightly, giving him a glare.

He winced, “No, his heart’s broken—“

Suddenly a scream was heard and the four of you looked into the direction it came from, spotting a student running down the hall dressed as Ghostface.

You blushed again, seeing the full cloaked figure and that ghostly-white mask again.

‘Fuck, that’s hot.’ You smirked slightly, turning your head to the side, trying to subtly check out the student who’s dressed up like the murderer, you let out a quiet “Mmph” squeezing your thighs together.

Unbeknownst to you, Stu heard your moan, and knew exactly what you were doing with your thighs. Luckily, the others did not, but he is so glad that he did. He can smell the hormones leaking off of you; they were practically oozing with want for the cloaked-killer.

He bit his lip, trying to contain his excitement.

“Why are they doing this?” Sidney spoke, watching the student run away.

Stu, glanced at you, “Are you kidding me? Look at this place, it’s like Christmas!” He laughed, a devious smirk prying at his lips as the comment was directed at you. You were his Christmas, knowing the woman he wants is full blown horny for him, for Ghostface.

Tatum huffed, hitting him with the lollipop you had given her prior, “Stupidity leak.”

“Hey!” Stu shrieked, immediately looking at his girlfriend, while the school bell blared, signalling the start of class and students were quick to get going.

Sidney ran down the hall, upset at Stu’s comment and Tatum ran after her. You sighed, looking down, picking up your bag in the process. You went to go wave ‘bye’ to Stu, but he vanished.

“Huh?” You mumbled out loud, seeing how he was gone and so was every other student that was there nearly two minutes ago. “That’s my cue…”

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Tapping your fingers against your hip, you hummed to the tune of ‘Your Dead’ by Norma Tanega.

You stopped in front of the janitors closest to reach for your Walkman that was in your bag, wanting to blare the song in your ears, hoping that actually listening to the catchy tune would make it stop repeating itself inside your head.

Though, the universe had other plans…

You felt the door swing open, hitting you, knocking you out of the way, making you drop your only source of music.

Soon after, a hand covered your mouth and an arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you into the closet.

A scream hitched in your throat as the unknown figure flicked the light on, revealing who the culprit was…Stu.

“Stu, what the actual fuck was that for!?” You narrowed your eyes, clenching your fist, ready to punch him out of fear.

He laughed, but soon afterwards told you to be quiet, locking the door behind him as he stepped forward.

“Shh, I don’t want anyone to hear us.” He whisper-yelled, getting closer to you, placing both hands on either side of your arms.

He was a good two-to-three feet taller than you.

“I saw you, you know…” He bit his lip again, rolling the flesh with his teeth, gripping your arms tighter.

You looked up at him, confused, not sure what he meant, however, a part of you knew where this might be going.

“The way your face went red, how you rubbed your thighs together..” He taunted, poking your nose, “Let’s not forget that sweet-little moan you let out when you saw that student…” He leaned into the crease of your collarbone, nipping at the skin, the coolness of his lips penetrating your warmth.

Your face was hot with yearn, but also embarrassment. “The student who was dressed as the Woodsboro slasher…” He grinned, feeling you shiver at his touch.

“W-what—“ You began, trying to act like you didn’t know what he was talking about; ashamed that you were caught. You were quickly silenced by Stu pressing his lips against yours, his bulge pushing up against your side.

His fingers danced across your arms to the string of your grey tank top, ripping it from your body with force as the sound of the thin material shredding lingered in your ears. Fortunately for Stu, you didn’t have a bra on…

Your breasts jiggled from the impact, bouncing in place which caused a small guttural growl to emit from Stu’s throat.

Stu immediately grabbed your boob in his right hand, rubbing his thumb across the perky bud, while his other hand gripped at your bare side, his fingers digging into your ribs.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at the finger prints you already had bruised into your skin. They almost lined up with his own marks, but his were slightly bigger. Stu only quirked a brow, continuing to fondle your breast, not wanting to ruin the moment by asking.

Stu trembled at the thought of someone else having you, but he was sure to find out who and kill him.

“M-mm..” You let out a breathy moan, making Stu lose track of his thoughts,“But T-Tatum—“ you stuttered, holding back another sound as he slid his hand into your shorts, rubbing your clit through the silk of your panties.

He hooked his finger under the band, pulling you even closer, his forehead pressing up against your own.

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[seangelfish]

would it be possible to request buster bros and what they would be like with a younger sister reader !! im not sure if this breaks any of the rules with like multiple characters im sorry 😭

Yes!! I love Buster Bros sooo much so I’m really excited to receive this request! And don’t worry, you haven’t broken any of the rules. I do allow multiple characters in headcanon/platonic fics, hehe! I hope you enjoy reading!!

Buster Bros w/ a younger sister

Featured characters: Ichiro Yamada, Jiro Yamada and Saburo Yamada (separate)

Genres/types: Headcanons

Word count: 2,006

A/N: For this, I decided to write the younger sister reader as a year or two younger than Saburo (age 12/13). I prefer the older sister trope when it comes to the baby bros, but this is actually a really cute fic request and I had a blast writing it!

Saburo's section was the hardest to write for, I'm not sure how it's longer than Ichiro's and Jiro's lmao I wrote this really quickly because I love them so so much, and I was honestly waiting for someone to request these three haha

ICHIRO YAMADA

- He doesn’t like picking favourites out of all his siblings, but Jiro and Saburo knows for sure that you’re his favourite.

- Is very kind towards you — of course he is kind to his brothers too — but even if you make a big mistake, he’ll just laugh at you, ruffle your hair, and tell you not to do it again. However, just because he's like this to you, doesn't mean he won't be stern. You need to learn that things have its consequences!

- You’re his cute little sister! All he wants to do is spoil you. Whenever he’s out and about in the streets of Ikebukuro, and something cute catches his eye, he’ll buy it for you. You’re always appreciative of it. Unfortunately, he won’t buy you snacks even when you beg for it.

“Nope, no snacks for you, (Y/N). It’ll ruin your teeth.”

“But onii-chan!”

“No means no.”

- Is very overprotective since he’s well known for his past delinquency and now for his role as leader for the Buster Bros. He’ll usually say no when you want to hang out with your friends from school. You understand why he’s doing this, but it’s still going to be annoying.

“Why can’t I just live a normal life?!” you cry one day.

Ichiro tenses up at this. “H-Hey, I’m trying my best, (Y/N)… Why don’t we do this? You can hang out with your friends this weekend if you let one of us keep an eye out for you?”

You take a while to answer.

“Okay… as long as you don’t make yourself seen by my friends.”

“Haha, deal.”

- Despite that, you’re able to hang out with all your brothers together whether it’s just to eat outside for lunch! Ichiro let’s you ride on his shoulders or hold hands with you. Even when you’re just 6/7 years younger than him, he still thinks of you as a baby.

- If you want a bite of his lunch, he'll easily give you some.

- Reads you a story when it's time to go to bed because he's been doing it since you were a toddler. He treasures this time so much because he knows that once you grow up, you won't want him to read you a bedtime story anymore.

- Sometimes you'll ask him to tell you a story of what he does with your brothers as the Buster Bros. He won't give you too many details, so you never know the full story of his adventures. Won't tell you much about his delinquent days. In fact, he may never mention it at all.

- Gives you a little goodnight kiss once you fall asleep, but will also kiss your forehead when you're about to drift to sleep.

- Is the first person to introduce you to his favourite animes and manga. You'd watch it together sometimes although your tastes may differ. If you like shonen, well good for both of you. If you like shojou, Ichiro will still watch it with you, and may even develop his tastes for it.

- Whilst watching anime together, you would rest your head on his lap. He'll stroke your hair like a cat.

- When you catch him taking a nap, you'd get on top of him like a blanket to take a nap on him. You're only doing this for the giggles because once he wakes up due to the heavy weight on his back, he gets super confused.

- Probably the brother that you hug the most out of. He's big and gives you the best hugs. Would lift you up in the air when the occasion is right.

- Your big brother that you respect. The first person you would go to whenever you need help. You find him to be the most reliable (which isn't surprising).

JIRO YAMADA

- You title him the more fun brother. Despite getting into arguments with Saburo all the time, he’s very sweet towards you. Why wouldn’t he be though? Look at you! You’re his cute little sister!

- However, if you were to make a mistake, he will get a bit angry with you, but not to a point where he’ll make you cry. He's just stern with you. Would probably pinch your cheeks and pull on them, laughing at how funny your face would look.

- Probably the brother that makes fun of you (but only as a joke)!

- Wants to spoil you too. Is willing to buy you your favourite snacks! Whenever he goes to hang out with his friends and he's at a shop, he texts you what snacks you want.

"Just don't tell nii-chan, alright?" he whispers with his index finger to his lips.

"Mmm!!" you agree happily.

- Is probably the brother that keeps an eye on you when you hang out with your friends from school. Weirdly enough, he's quite good at making himself not be seen by your friends AND you. It really feels like you're not even being followed by him. He also has friends that are willing to watch out for you too.

- He isn't really reliable when you need help on your homework though. Everyone in the family knows that Jiro isn't really smart when it comes to academics. You don't really mind it though because you still respect him nonetheless. You know he's trying, and you could actually relate to him in a way. He appreciates how understanding you are.

- So he's the only brother you would trust with when your grades aren't as good as you hoped they'd be. Sometimes you're just too scared to confront Ichiro about it, so Jiro would be your first option when you need to tell him about your failures. He would cheer you up and tell you that you can do better next time, encouraging you to tell Ichiro when you're ready.

"Jiro nii-chan, I didn't do well on my science test..." you whimper. "Onii-chan is going to be mad at me..."

"It's okay, (Y/N). It was probably just a bad day. You'll do well next time, so don't be sad! Do you want me to be there for you when you tell nii-chan?"

"Yes, please..."

- Likes to give you piggybacks, and is also willing to hold your hand too — only if you want to though, he doesn't usually initiate it.

- Unlike Ichiro, if you want a bite of his lunch, he'll refuse (only jokingly though). He ends up giving you a bit if you really wanted it.

- Likes to make you laugh by either telling you stupid jokes, making fun of Saburo, or just tickling you.

- Sometimes you hang out with him to play soccer. He really enjoys the sport, and you were always curious as to why. You may grow to like it too or maybe it's because you're just spending time with your big brother.

- Along with Saburo, he is the brother who picks you up from school. Ichiro is sometimes busy to do so. If he comes along with Saburo, you would link arms with both of them, you being in the middle.

- When Ichiro can't read you a bedtime story, Jiro tells you stories of what he has done instead, or the stories he hears from his friends. They are always so interesting.

- Usually gives you side hugs more than actual hugs. Ruffles your hair a lot. Gives you forehead kisses, but is pretty rare.

- Your big brother that you respect. He may not be reliable when it comes to school work, but you trust him with everything else.

SABURO YAMADA

- Since you're only a year or two younger than him, your relationship with Saburo is kind of... 50/50? A best friend kind of relationship more than an older brother one.

- The brother you actually get into mild arguments with, but since it's you, he'll actually apologise first. He won't ever apologise to Jiro, but you're his only sister, so he'll suck it up and try to fix things with you.

- Therefore, if you were to make mistake, he WILL be mad at you.

- Makes fun of you more than Jiro does. Of course, he's just joking though. He's not as harsh to you as he is with Jiro. All three brothers love you too much.

- If you ever start crying because of him, he'll immediately backtrack. Will start comforting you, rocking you like a baby although this is something anyone would rarely see him do. If he doesn't do this (which is rare), you'll threaten him with the 'I'm telling onii-chan' phrase.

- Will eat the snacks with you that Jiro had bought.

"But Jiro nii-chan bought me those!"

"Yeah? Let's go tell him to buy some more then."

"Saburo nii-chan!!!"

- Won't spoil you, but will do whatever you ask of him if it's reasonable.

- You title him the smart, but kind-of-mean brother. Probably scolds you the most out of all your brothers.

"(Y/N), what did I tell you?! It's your turn to wash the dishes today!”

"I'm sorry, Saburo nii-chan! I forgot!"

- Will help you on your homework even if you don't ask him for it. He's very reliable, so if you did need help, you'll always ask him for it. Surprisingly, he's happy to help you, and you bond with him every time you study together.

- You admire how smart he is, and you're always complimenting him on his high grades (and his hacking skills). This makes him realise how much he wants to keep getting better for you, so you could look up to him more than Jiro. After all, Saburo's the smart one, and your role model should be smart too.

He giggles to himself as he is finally given his test papers back to him, knowing he has full marks yet again. "I've got to show this to Ichi-nii and (Y/N)! They'll be so proud."

- Saburo doesn't have that many friends, so he's always appreciative of you that you'll accompany him around town to do errands or something mundane like that.

"Saburo nii-chan, let's go to the arcade today!"

"Eh, alright. Is there something you want to win?"

"Yes, that plushie over there!"

"Alright, here goes...!"

He actually ends up getting the plushie you want to your surprise.

- Cares a lot about you. Is always happy to see you come out of school as he picks you up. Asks about your day, and is always listening to you on whatever you have to say.

- If you want a piece of his lunch, he’ll immediately say no though. He’ll just buy you your own lunch.

- Is probably the brother that doesn't hug you as much or show too much affection. However, if you're deeply upset about something, he'll hug you without hesitation. And if he's extremely worried about you, and hasn't seen you all day, he will run up to you for a tight hug, then flick your head hard.

- Yet he won't say no if you want a piggyback from him. So most of the affection comes from your side.

- When it's time to go to bed, he acts like the annoying brother. He opens the door to your room, stare at you for a bit before leaving the door open.

"Saburo nii-chan! Close the door!"

"Nah."

- He's just joking though, so he ends up coming back to close it. He'll say goodnight to you and you'll say it back.

- Even when the two of you are close in age, you still call him 'nii-chan'. He finds it cute, and he hopes you won't stop calling him your big brother.

- Your big brother that you admire and respect despite his annoyingness. You can trust him with a lot of things and you appreciate how he is always willing to help you out.

Ultimately, you love your three older brothers very much, and you can never live without them.

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[minato-division03]

R.I.P Märchen Appellations

So far, it's somewhat unclear as to what the OC's truly think about other canon characters. These lists may change as the story progresses, so for now, feel free to speculate~

Queen Card has a tendency to see others as insignificant despite knowing everything about everyone. Naturally, such is not the case when it comes to those who are close to her. She is one who is adored by the general public, and— strangely— is both respected and hated by those in the enforcement field.

Reiaki can befriend just about anybody. She can be pretty casual with those she meets for the first time, even having no problem with calling strangers without any honorifics. Which can be pretty odd considering she still attends large-scale galas to represent her late parents' company, where she should act formally to save face. Which, she does for the first few hours.

Miku, isn't exactly the most well-connected member out there. Really, the circle of people she knows are about the people the Queen Card and Reiaki knows. It's very rare that people get a chance to get close to an idol that topped the charts for six years. Therefore, people tend to refer to her by her full name.

And, we have a bonus one, just for fun!

Aside from R.I.P Märchen, her fellow coworkers that work beneath the Queen Card, and the Yamada brothers, most people don't know that Juri or her son, Ayato, actually exist. Juri tends to add "-san" to everybody's name out of respect, the exceptions being her own toddler, her roommate Reiaki, and with Jiro and Saburo who are significantly younger than her.

[obihiro-division]

Hisoka’s Thoughts on 2nd Members

Jiro Yamada

“God… Am I really getting that old? He was a toddler when I met him. Where has the time gone…”

Jyuto Iruma

“Shit, Jyuto? I guess he was always chummy with Aohitsugi… If you’re curious, Jyuto is a lot like Aohitsugi in that he really, really didn’t like me. Then again, I guess it makes sense. Heard a long time ago that he has a personal vendetta against anyone who even touches drugs. I can understand where he’s coming from… I just hope he just doesn’t recognize me too. Please, let my new look fool Aohitsugi’s team.”

Gentaro Yumeno

“I read some of his books when I stayed at the Rikiya farm. Rikiya-san loves his works so Yumeno sensei filled most of her bookshelves. They were alright? I heard from Asato-kun that he inspired the guy several times, which made it more fun to read the books. It’s like a game of Where’s Waldo… But with words.”

Hifumi Izanami

“A host… I’m the farthest guy to go to or even work at one of those places. So no, I’m not familiar with Izanami.”

Rosho Tsutsujimori

“Tsutsu… Tsutsuji…? What a difficult last name. Hope he doesn’t mind me calling him Rosho, despite not knowing him. Being a teacher sounds… Rough. But he looks like he does his job alright. He does have a sort of scary look to his face though.”

Jyushi Aimono

“Visual Kei isn’t my thing. I mean… Look at me. I’m some middle aged guy, with no interest in that sort of flashy getup. I wonder what it would be like to try that fashion though. What? I like new experiences… And for something so dramatic, it seems surprisingly friendly.”

[brandonshimoda]

THE BOOKS I READ IN 2023

*I read it before

**I read it more than once this year

Aaron Caycedo-Kimura, Common Grace

Adania Shibli, Minor Detail, translated from the Arabic by Elisabeth Jaquette

Ahmad Almallah, Bitter English

Alison Lubar, It Skips a Generation

Atef Abu Saif, The Drone Eats With Me: A Gaza Diary

Brynn Saito, Under a Future Sky

Camonghne Felix, Dyscalculia: A Love Story of Epic Miscalculation

*Carolina Ebeid, You Ask Me to Talk About the Interior

Chanté L. Reid, Thot

*Christina Sharpe, Ordinary Notes

Christine Shan Shan Hou & Vi Khi Nao, Evolution of the Bullet

Christopher Okigbo, Labyrinths (with Paths of Thunder)

Cristina Rivera Garza, Liliana’s Invincible Summer

Dionne Brand, Chronicles of the Hostile Sun

*Dionne Brand, No Language is Neutral

Dionne Brand, Primitive Offensive

Édouard Louis, Who Killed My Father, translated from the French by Lorin Stein

**Emily Lee Luan, 回 / Return

Erin Marie Lynch, Removal Acts

Fady Joudah, Footnotes in the Order of Disappearance

Farid Tali, Prosopopoeia, translated from the French by Aditi Machado

Gabriel Palacios, A Ten Peso Burial For Which Truth Is Sign (coming out 2024)

Ghayath Almadhoun, Adrenalin, translated from the Arabic by Catherine Cobham

Hauntie, To Whitey & The Cracker Jack

Hervé Guibert, To the friend who did not save my life, translated from the French by Linda Coverdale

Hiromi Ito, Tree Spirits Grass Spirits, translated from the Japanese by Jon L. Pitt

*James Baldwin, No Name in the Street

*James Baldwin, Nobody Knows My Name

*James Baldwin, The Devil Finds Work

James Fujinami Moore, Indecent Hours

Jami Nakamura Lin, The Night Parade

Jawdat Fakhreddine, Lighthouse for the Drowning, translated from the Arabic by Huda Fakhreddine and Jayson Iwen

Jed Munson, Commentary on the Birds

Jennifer Hayashida, A Machine Wrote This Song

Jenny Odell, Inhabiting The Negative Space

Jenny Xie, The Rupture Tense

*Joy Kogawa, A Choice of Dreams

Joy Kogawa, A Garden of Anchors: Selected Poems

**Joy Kogawa, From the Lost and Found Department: New and Selected Poems

Joy Kogawa, Gently to Nagasaki

*Joy Kogawa, Jericho Road

*Joy Kogawa, Obasan

Joy Kogawa, The Rain Ascends

Joy Kogawa, The Splintered Moon

*Joy Kogawa, Woman in the Woods

Juan Felipe Herrera, Akrílica, eds. Farid Matuk, Carmen Giménez, Anthony Cody

Kamo-no-Chomei, Hojoki: Visions of a Torn World, translated from the Japanese by Yasuhiko Moriguchi and David Jenkins

Keorapetse Kgositsile, Collected Poems, 1969-2018

*Kiku Hughes, Displacement

Kōno Taeko, Toddler-Hunting, translated from the Japanese by Lucy North

Leila Khaled, My People Shall Live: Autobiography of a Revolutionary, as told to George Hajjar

Lena Khalaf Tuffaha, Kaan and Her Sisters

**Lindsey Webb, Plat (coming out in 2024)

Lisa Hsiao Chen, Activities of Daily Living

Liyana Badr, A Balcony over the Fakihani, translated from the Arabic by Peter Clark with Christopher Tingley

Lucille Clifton, An Ordinary Woman

*Lucille Clifton, Blessing the Boats

Lucille Clifton, Good News About the Earth

Lucille Clifton, Good Times

Lucille Clifton, Two-Headed Woman

Mahmoud Darwish, The Butterfly’s Burden, translated from the Arabic by Fady Joudah

Mahmoud Darwish, If I Were Another, translated from the Arabic by Fady Joudah

Mahmoud Darwish, Palestine as Metaphor, translated from the Arabic by Amira El-Zein and Carolyn Forché

Maya Abu Al-Hayyat, You Can Be The Last Leaf, translated from the Arabic by Fady Joudah

Maya Marshall, All the Blood Involved in Love

Michael Prior, Model Disciple

*Mitsuye Yamada, Camp Notes and Other Poems

Mitsuye Yamada, Full Circle: New and Selected Poems

Mohammed El-Kurd, RIFQA

**Mosab Abu Toha, Things You May Find Hidden in My Ear

Mourid Barghouti, I Saw Ramallah, translated from the Arabic by Ahdaf Soueif

Mourid Barghouti, I Was Born There, I Was Born Here, translated from the Arabic by Humphrey Davies

Mourid Barghouti, Midnight, translated from the Arabic by Radwa Ashour

Na Mira, The Book of Na

Najwan Darwish, Nothing More to Lose, translated from the Arabic by Kareem James Abu-Zeid

Natsume Sōseki, Kokoro, translated from the Japanese by Edwin McClellan

Nona Fernández, Voyager: Constellations of Memory, translated from the Spanish by Natasha Wimmer

Noor Hindi, DEAR GOD. DEAR BONES. DEAR YELLOW.

Osamu Dazai, No Longer Human, translated from the Japanese by Donald Keene

Osamu Dazai, The Flowers of Buffoonery, translated from the Japanese by Sam Bett

The Palestinian Wedding: A Bilingual Anthology of Contemporary Palestinian Resistance Poetry, edited and translated from the Arabic by A.M. Elmessiri

R.F. Kuang, Yellowface

Ryunosuke Akutagawa, Kappa, translated from Japanese by Lisa Hofmann-Kuroda and Allison Markin Powell

Salim Barakat, Come, Take a Gentle Stab: Selected Poems, translated from the Arabic by Huda J. Fakhreddine and Jayson Iwen

Samih Al-Qasim, All Faces But Mine, translated from the Arabic by Abdulwahid Lu’lu’a

Samih al-Qasim, Sadder Than Water: New & Selected Poems, translated from the Arabic by Nazih Kassis

*Saretta Morgan, Alt-Nature (coming out in 2024)

Satsuki Ina, The Poet and the Silk Girl (coming out in 2024)

Sawako Ariyoshi, The Twilight Years, translated from the Japanese by Mildred Tahara

Shailja Patel, Migritude

Sham-e-Ali Nayeem, City of Pearls

Sharon Yamato, Moving Walls

Shivanee Ramlochan, Everyone Knows I Am a Haunting

**shō yamagushiku, shima (coming out in 2014)

Shuri Kido, Names and Rivers, translated from the Japanese by Tomoyuki Endo and Forrest Gander

*Solmaz Sharif, Customs

Stella Corso, Green Knife

*Taha Muhammad Ali, Never Mind: Twenty Poems and a Story, translated from the Arabic by Peter Cole, Yahya Hijazi, Gabriel Levin

Terry Watada, The Game of 100 Ghosts (Hyaku Monogatari Kwaidan-kai)

Victoria Chang, Obit

*Wong May, Superstitions

THE BOOKS I'M CURRENTLY READING, THAT I HAVEN'T FINISHED YET

Chi Rainer Bornfree and Ragini Tharoor Srinivasan, The Portal (not yet published)

Elaine Castillo, How to Read Now

Eqbal Ahmad, The Selected Writings

Essays, ed. Dorothea Lasky

Fadwa Tuqan, A Mountainous Journey: A Poet's Autobiography, translated from the Arabic by Olive Kenny

James Welch, Winter in the Blood

Lan P. Duong, Nothing Follows

Mattilda Bernstein Sycamore, Touching the Art

Preti Taneja, Aftermath

Wanda Coleman, Wicked Enchantment

[xgummibearx]

Present Mic x Reader

Present Mic X Quirkless (F) Reader: Shelter in Place

 Present Mic comes in to assist class 1B’s study period which you oversee. They have an English test coming up, and he had some free time to give your students some extra help. While studying, the school’s security systems are triggered by an attack on UA and Hizashi stays with your class.

  Author’s note: A bit of a slow burn, mutual anxiety/ptsd comfort. Coping mechanisms for panic attacks, hurt/comfort. I don’t know if it’s sweet or sad that I fantasize about having my emotions validated, and a guy being emotionally mature. That shouldn’t even HAVE to be a fantasy.

(ALSO WHAT UP I AM BACK!)

   (--) = Insert name

-----

“These vowels are very important, pay attention to the sound of the sharper, harsh pronouciation! It’s very different from how we pronounce these sounds.” Present Mic pointed to the letters written on the board. “A, E, I , O, U!” He slowly recited, “Ah Monoma? You aren’t repeating that back.” The student scoffed, leaning back in his seat.

“I still don’t see why we need to know English.” He insisted, Present Mic didn’t even look up at him, pretending to be interested in his fingernails.  Monoma grumbled under his breath then repeated himself uncomfortably in English. Everyone knew the rules, when Present Mic taught English, you could only speak English. It was very strange to hear how unconfident and awkward he sounded. Present Mic grinned.

“Much better! If you keep that up maybe Western toddlers will understand you.” He teased, making Monoma’s face turn red. “Don’t worry Monoma; this is a written exam, and your written English is very good!” He insisted. “I am sure that you will do fine on this test, just remember that as a hero we may not know where we will end up assigned.” He shrugged, “I mean just look at All Might! His debut was in America!” He pushed up his glasses. (--) smiled, looking up from her reports.

“He must have a shift at the radio station that night” She thought, turning back to the computer. He wasn’t in his usual flashy ensemble. His long hair was pulled back, and he wore a much more comfortable outfit with an untucked button up.

“I encourage all of you to consider learning more than one language, in fact there will be sign language classes available for the next quarter of the semester which is something that could be very beneficial to you all.” His thought was interrupted as a red light in the corner of the room lowered from the ceiling and flashed brightly. All the lights went out and over the speakers an eerie, obnoxious beeping filled their ears. Hizashi dashed towards the door as the students bolted to their feet at the sound of harsh voices. (--) quickly lead them all to the back of the room, some of the students already taking desks and placing them on the floor to cover behind. Kendo looked back towards the door and screamed as a face emerged at the dark doorframe. Present Mic didn’t hesitate; “GET LOST!” He erupted, shooting the perpetrator back into the wall opposite. Without his speaker his quirk wasn’t as potent but still packed  punch. He quickly slammed the door which was followed by angry shouting just outside. Present Mic remained immobile, his eyes fixed on the door. He could still hear them, he could hear other classroom doors slamming shut down the hall, the panicked screams of students. His heart was racing as he slowly stepped away. “ (--) are you alright? Everyone okay?” No one had anything to say, their faces bathed in the eerie glow of the red light still spinning in the corner, every minute or so the alarm blasted in their ears. “I’ll try to contact the other teachers.” (--) stood from behind one of the desks, she could barely breathe, her hands shaking

“Yamada…” She whispered, looking from her terrified students back to him. She tried to hide the quivering in her voice. “You should be joining them, they may need your help.” He shook his head, she didn’t know it was possible for him to speak so quietly as he whispered back.

“The intruders are right outside…there may be more, I can’t open that door and even if I could what if they got in later?...” He lowered his gaze quickly. They both were thinking the same thing. It made (--) grip the end of her skirt. She was quirkless, and these weren’t just run of the mill thugs. This was potentially an LOV level threat, she would be defenseless…and she hated that. He put a hand on her shoulder. “I could never leave you to do this alone.” She took a deep breath and nodded. Hizashi suddenly took her hand, that wide grin back on his face. “They need us to smile and be positive…no matter what, we have to stay strong.” Her chest was aching, she felt as though she could hardly stand but his touch was like an electrical current. (--) turned back to the class, offering them a warm smile and kneeling behind the desks. Kendo was shaking, Tetsutetsu had an arm around her as she took slow breaths.

“I-I’m sorry… I was just not expecting that…I shouldn’t be so scared…” She lowered her face, feeling her cheeks warm with tears. “What kind of hero gets scared like this?” She thought, the tears falling down. (--) handed her tissues, her classmates offering her comfort. Hizashi sat right beside (--) blocking her and the students closest to the door. The room was silent, no one hardly dared to breathe as they watched the light in the corner. Their ears were ringing from the alarms, it had only been an hour but it felt like a lifetime. Everyone suddenly jumped at the sound of principal Nezu over the speaker

“Students and teacher are to remain in classrooms, I repeat remain in your classrooms! Await further instructions.” He didn’t offer much in news, but his voice was a comfort and the tensions eased. Students slowly started whispering quietly amongst themselves. Pony was trying to help distract Kendo, telling her about a new café that opened and they should go after school. Kodai and Komori joined in, holding her close. Tetsutetsu was telling Fukidashi about the new excersize regimen he and Kirishima were doing, but the majority of the students were whispering about the intruders. They wondered who they were, what was going on.

“They’re doing fine…” (--) Turned suddenly to Hizashi, he was smiling. “You haven’t taken your eyes off them for the past two hours…” He whispered. “They’re going to be okay.” She smiled nervously, massaging her hands a little. “I’m just pretty scared myself I guess…” She was shaking, her eyes darting to the door. “One of them almost got in…I didn’t know what to do, what if…” Hizashi quickly raised a finger to his lips, taking her hand in his.

“I’m sorry (--)…we can’t think about the what if’s, You’ll scare yourself more.” He gave her hand a small squeeze. “It’s okay…when this is over, we can talk okay?” She raised her brows. “I was going to ask if you would like to go for dinner or coffee after work, I have tonight off…well, I was…” He laughed. “I guess I’m the scared one now.” She laughed softly.

“I would have liked that, too bad something came up.” He smirked

“I’m sure we will have plenty of chances.” Hizashi winked, making her heart skip a beat.

Something pounded on the door, making it rattle violently. The students tightly huddled together, their breaths hitched as they trembled. The room was shaking as something hit the door over and over, Hizashi quickly stretched an arm around (--). Crouched on the floor, staring at the door with wide eyes. Blue flames erupted as a figured burst through, the room was shaking as the door blew from it’s hinges and destroyed (--)’s desk. She grit her teeth, trying to cover her students as best as she could with her back to the door. “Dammit…it’s so dark, I thought the door sign said 1-A…” A voice muttered. The blue glow filled the room as the forboding figure stood at the front, his eyes slowly turning to loom over the students. He grinned, the blue flames bursting behind him as he charged towards them. (--) sprang to her feet, leaping over the desks as she stood between them.

“You leave the students be, I won’t let you get any closer!” She didn’t scream, or shout. Her voice was trembling but eerily calm, and her eyes were just as bright as his flames. “Don’t you dare touch them.” The figure towered over her, his eyes suddenly widened and he cackled.

“You have guts, I can respect that…” He hissed, leaning close. “But you and your puny wannabes are a stain that I’ll have to wipe out if you can’t give me the answers I want!” He grabbed (--) by the throat, his charred, burnt skin was rough and the sharp metal stitches dug into her. His very touch was like a hot element on a stove, the pain crawling all over like sharp needles as she screamed. Dabi threw her to the wall in a burst of blue flames that quickly extinguished but left her trembling on the floor. Her clothes were singed, and Present Mic could see the minor burns already stretching along her neck to her shoulder. “Be glad I went easy on you…I can’t help it when I see a pretty face.” He sneered. Hizashi was already to his feet, and before Dabi knew what hit him he received a sharp kick to the side, and as he turned his face he was met with a loud shout that left his ears ringing. He slid on his side all the way back to the front of the room.

“There’s more where that came from kid, now who are you, and what do you want?” He demanded, slowly approaching Dabi. “Who is attacking UA?” Hizashi snapped. Dabi snarled, trying to get back on his feet but the moment he moved he was barraged by Present mic’s voice and thrown back down to the floor. Dabi laughed, his eyes glowing as he stared into Hizashi.

“Who you think it is…you heroes are all a bunch of damn morons.” The lights slowly flickered back on, and Dabi dashed to his feet. Present mic dove after him but he smashed through the widow, blasting fire behind him. The fire filled the room, it would spread fast.

“STUDENTS, FILE OUT NOW!” They were already heading towards the door, trying to remain calm as Hizashi ran to (--)’s side. “Come on, it’s going to be okay…” He pulled her into his arms. Holding her close as he ran to the door. “You’re okay.” He wasn’t sure if he was saying this to her or himself. She could barely speak, her eyes unopened. “Please…please be okay.” He thought, over and over as he followed the students. The fire alarms were deafening as other classrooms opened and exited in single file. He didn’t let (--) go, trying desperately not to shake he too much as he ran. There were already paramedics outside, the police and fire departments running in as Hizashi made it to the open air.

(--) opened her eyes. The clear air hitting her as a responder looked her over and asked questions. Her voice was a little hoarse, and she had some minor burns that would heal swiftly. “Okay, you’re good to go home…but take a few days to rest, you’ll need to recover and this is quite the ordeal.” (--) Was still shaking, barely comprehending the words. Hizashi helped her stand, his arm around her along with his jacket as he lead her to his car.

“I…can take take the train…” (--) murmured, swaying where she stood as he opened the door. Present mic helped her in gently. “It’s okay…” She insisted. “Absolutely not…I’ll get you home safely.” He made sure she got her seatbelt on before even starting the car. “It isn’t a bother I promise, here just enter the address in my phone.” The drive was quiet, a light rain falling as he made his way through the bright lights. It took every ounce of willpower for him to keep his eyes on the road, his hands shaking. Hizashi could still see the blinding flames, the fear in her eyes. Her screams were ringing in his ears. “I know you must have been so scared…I am so sorry this happened (--).” He gripped the wheel, turning into the parking lot of her apartment. She reached over, gently resting her hand on his shoulder.

“Thank you…Hizashi.” He felt his heart skip  beat as she whispered his name in her half awake state. “You don’t need to apologize…” She closed her eyes, but when she did she heard his voice. She heard his words in her head. As Hizashi opened her car door to help her out, the tears rolling down her face made him want to tear that punk limb from limb. Mic carefully undid her seatbelt, helping her to her feet, through the dark halls and to her door. “Hizashi…they didn’t catch him did they?” She asked, her voice was so hoarse she could hardly speak.

  “I can stay over, it’s not a problem…in fact, well this is admittedly selfish but…” He took her hand, looking in her eyes. “(--) I can’t stand the thought of leaving you alone after all of that…” Hizashi looked over the burns on her skin and clothes. “I’ll order us something, you should get a bath and some warmer clothes okay?” She felt like a dam had burst. Tears that were barely contained steadily fell, her sobs quiet but they made every inch of her shake as she collapsed into him. “Oh…hey, hey it’s okay…” He carefully sat down on the couch. Rubbing her back as he held her close. “I’m here.”

She couldn’t form a single word as he sat with her. The fears were overwhelming, his arms pulling her back to reality. She was here, she was safe, she wasn’t alone. He kept saying that as she wept, honestly she had lost track how long she had cried for exactly. Her breaths slowly evened, and (--) could feel the shaking stop. With a deep breath, she squeezed him just a little tighter for a moment. Her thoughts felt clear, the panic was gone. “Thank you…thank you so much, are you okay?” She asked, holding his face. “A lot happened to you too, I was worried about you.” He took a hold of her arms, and only then did she realize how much his hands were shaking.

“I…I’m not okay but…I just need a moment, it’s okay you need to get cleaned up…I’ll be ready to talk when you back.” He pulled her into a tight hug, he was shaking all over, she could feel his heart racing. (--) returned the hug. 

“Alright, take your time…deep breaths.” He nodded. 

“Thank you…” He gave her a weak smile as she carefully stood and went to the shower. “I’ll get a shower later if that’s okay…” She nodded, giving him a gentle smile of her own as she turned away. As soon as she did, he collapsed on the couch. His entire body felt numb, and heavy. The shaking wouldn’t stop as his chest ached, his mind racing as he curled into a tight ball. “Deep breaths.” He heard her say in his head. He pressed his hand into the couch, breathing slow and deep. “Five things I feel…this pillow, on my face…the fabric of the couch…my clothes.” Hizashi was still shaking, trying to focus on his breaths. “My watch…on my wrist.” He jumped suddenly, something soft was resting on his side. When he opened his eyes they met a pair of soft yellow ones attached to a beautiful cat. He lowered his shaky hands and could feel the cat purring. “Five…” He looked at the name tag, “Beans…” He felt a chuckle escape as the cat curled up with him, his heart rate relaxed slowly as he continued to control his breathing. The warm clean sweater helped her feel more at ease as she walked back into the livingroom. (--) couldn’t help but smile. “Hey Beans, you seem to have introduced yourself.” Hizashi slowly sat up, Beans gently hopped to a cushion as he looked up hesitantly. “If you need  hug that’s okay.” She squeezed onto the couch and lay next to him. He wasn’t shaking anymore, but he could still feel his heart racing as he drew closer to her. Hizashi’s arms slowly wrapped around her, and he couldn’t bring himself to form words as he shuddered a little. “It’s okay…” They lay in silence, he didn’t have tears to shed but she could tell. He was terrified. “Thank you for driving me, and for being here…I’m so glad you won’t be alone tonight either.” He squeezed tighter. 

“I’m glad too…” They ordered in, too tired to even think about cooking. They sat with dim lights, strewn on the couch with quiet music playing. “(--), I’m going to get a shower…we should probably get to sleep.” (--) felt her heart racing again, fear making her tremble. “Hizashi!” She asked, sitting up with shaky hands. “Can…you sleep in my room?” She asked, “With me?...” He stood for a moment then took her hand with a smile. “Yes…I can do that.” He smiled. “It’s okay, we’re in this together.” He added with a chuckle.

---   (--) got under the covers, a clean sweater and some pyjama pants folded outside the bathroom door on a small table for Hizashi. Her eyes opened slowly as he opened the door, getting under the covers slowly. (--) instinctively wrapped his arms around him, burying her face in his chest as he embraced her. As soon as he held her, she was safe. He took a deep breath, his face resting on the top of her head. “I was so scared (--), why…why did you throw yourself in front of him like that?” He asked, immediately freezing. “I-I’m so sorry that…that slipped out I should not have said that.” She rubbed his back, hushing him softly. 

“It’s okay…it was pretty stupid of me…just, the way he was looking at the kids…at you, I hated it.” She took a deep breath, tears building up in her eyes. “I’m sorry, I don’t think I’m ready to talk about this, I’m sorry…” 

He held tighter. “You don’t need to apologize…it was much too soon for me to ask that, and it wasn’t appropriate…I was just so scared.” He inhaled, taking in every detail of the feeling her pressed into him. “I almost lost you, I didn’t know what to do, but you weren’t stupid, you did what you could…It’s okay.” She took another deep breath, the air filling every inch of her. “I’m just so thankful that you’re alright…let’s just sleep okay?” She nodded.

“Okay…and in the morning can I take you up on that coffee date offer?” He chuckled. “Absolutely.”

[isabeauwolf]

Monsterhaul x Mary: She Wolf and the Beast AU (Slight Dabi x Mary)

Chapter 1: Donuts and alleycats

It had only been a few months since Mary and her father moved into this town. She likes it here. It was a quiet and cozy place compared to the overly bustling capital.

Only down side was the odd and judgmental looks she would get for her wolfish features. Manly, her ears, tail and sharp canines. It didn't bother as much as used to when she was a child.

Being the child of a famous Hero had it's ups and downs, her father was always busy, but he made up for it on his days off. Traveling together for festivals, Hero meet and greets, book shops and bakeries all over the world.

No matter how much time passed after her mothers passing when she was a baby, her father never remarried saying that her mother was his one true love, his moonlight and stars. The only treasure she had to remember her by was the golden oval locket: a blue sapphire and a moonstone were in the middle, inside was a picture of her parents smiling as her mother held her.

Portraits of her mother and father were hung up around the house, then ones of herself and her father, but the one in her locket was one of a kind.

Her father wore a matching locket, one side was him and a grown Mary and the other was the happy couple.

Another down side, if Mary was being honest was.... all of the men either wanted her for her body, or her father's money.

Yes, her father spoiled her. What dotting father wouldn't want to give his only child and daughter the world? As many dolls, clothes, books, food, anything her hearts desired, but being the odd girl, she buried her head in books, played outside, cleaned, cooked and baked whenever she wasn't helping widows and single mothers teach their daughters how to read and write.

Did she give a portion of her allowance to people in need? Of course she did.

Did she have to? No.

Why was she born in this world, if not to share it?

Was she a saint? Hell no.

Perhaps it was her wolfish nature, but she was overly competitive, loved a challenge, a good race, adventure. Despite her patience, she was stubborn and wasn't afraid to speak her mind.

It also didn't help that she was stronger than other women. If she got it from her mother or fathers side, she didn't know. On top of her keen sense of smell and hearing, which she mostly kept to herself, except for their handful servants and her father.

Mary felt bad now, but when she was a toddler her father swore up and down to the old gods and new, that he watched her play outside, giggling and laughing like any normal three year old when all of a sudden she saw a snake. Any other child would have screamed, cried and wailed, but what did toddler Mary do? She pouted, glaring at it, bared her baby fangs, picked up a boulder and slammed it down as hard as she could!

Her father rushed outside, scooped her up, checked for injuries, then he handed her off to his guards in training Shota Aizawa and Hizashi Yamada as her father picked up the giant rock. The snake was definitely dead, there was a crater in the ground littered with blood and snake guts.

Toddler Mary still growled and glared at the dead snake, snorting and puffing her chest with pride.

Needless to say, she nearly gave her poor father a heart attack and received a scolding. That was the first day Aizawa and Yamada become her personal bodyguards. The overly tired and grumpy teenager followed by his childhood friend, who was overly boisterous and chatty joined her little family.

Aizawa had a soft cats and loved coffee while Yamada had a fear of insects, saying that he was more of a city kid and hated going into the woodlands.

Nemuri Kayama, a beautiful woman, who was openingly flirty. A expert in matters of the heart, bedroom and body positive, on top of being Mary's personal seamstress. She's close with both Aizawa and Yamada, apparently, their third friend Oboro Shirakumo, who was Nemuri's fiancee, sadly died in battle before they could get married. She still wears her engagement ring on a silver chain underneath her clothes to this day.

It would have been Nemuri's influence on her, looking up to the older woman as a mother and older sister figure.

Mary loved her differences. Her heterochromia: one violet eye and one gold. Her wolf ears and tail. Her curves and figure. She was comfortable in her body. Her waist length silver-white hair that shone like starlight against the full moon.

If their was one thing, she could change about herself?

It was probably to lower her expectations on men and suitors, who called and asked for her hand.

She wanted love, the same her parents had. Someone to talk to about anything and everything, her love of books, someone tall, handsome with eyes that could draw her in. Helped her grow as a person, valued her opinions, instead of thinking of her more like a mini piggy bank or brood mare.

Mary was sick and tried of being looked at like an object, a prize to be won. Being told to her face what she can or can't do. To hell with them!

Mary sighed, walking her early morning stroll towards the bakery every morning for freshly baked pastries and coffee to share with her father and their servants and hired help. It was the lease she could do to brighten their day, rain or shine, she smiles brighter watching her found families face brighten after drinking fresh coffee, donuts, muffins and other confections.

As she neared the shop, a familiar scent of burnt flesh, smoke, burnt caramel hit her nose. Mary's smile on her lips tightened, of course, he's waiting.

Inwardly sighing, she opened the door and walked inside. The freshly baked smell of baked goods and coffee helped ease her nerves a bit.

There he was, the towns number one stray burnt alleycat and casanova, a real ladies man and womanizer.

Dabi.

She will admit that his turquoise eyes were pretty to look at. His hair looked fluffy, despite the lingering scent of hair dye. His piercings and staples made him easy to spot in a crowd, and wonder about his story.

She wasn't bothered by his burn scars, having seen worse from retired and battle survivors. Scares to her were a badge of honor and attractive, but... with Dabi?

His voice was pleasant and raspy.

It was what came out of his mouth that made her bristle and pissed off.

He's been persistent and a royal pain in the ass since day one.

She noticed he had been waiting around the bakery for the last week, as if, he had been waiting for her, or someone else. Was this place a new dating spot? Or was it a coincidence?

"Good morning, Mrs Harris." Mary greeted, the baker and owner. Her husband and boys sold fresh baked goods outside and coffee during first light and came back before brunch or lunch rush. "Is my usual order ready?"

Mrs Harris smiled, "Morning, dear. Yes, I have it ready for you." She already had everything bagged and ready on the counter.

"Is Thomas, James and Oliver with their father this morning?" Mary asked, keeping the conversation doing and pretending that Dabi wasn't there.

She could still feel his lazy and heated gaze on her.

"Yes, they are." She nodded and winked, "can't wait to see you for lunch. It's your favorite."

Mary's smile widened, eyes sparkling. "Pot roast with carrots, potatoes, onions with cheesecake for dessert?" Her tail wagging back and forth in excitement.

Dabi noticed, raising an eyebrow and inwardly chuckled in amusement.

Mrs Harris laughed, "Of course, dear. You are my number one customer after all. Plus, the recipes you share are good."

Mary blushed, a pinkish hue adoring her pale cheeks. "Oh no, it was only a few trial and errors on my part. Oh! don't forget to use the left over broth in the pot to make a homemade gravy for mashed potatoes." She reminded, gushing. "Gives them more flavor while adding the flour."

"Yes, I wrote it down somewhere, but thank you for the reminder."

"Good morning, princess." He leans against the wall, arms and legs crossed and looks at her with a smirk. "Maybe later I'll buy you a drink?"

"Thank you for the offer, but no thank you." Mary grabbed her fresh cup of coffee, a huge 2 gallon container of coffee, disposable cups and large bag full of pasties, paying Mrs Harris as she smiled brightly at the treats, gave her thanks and walked out the shop.

Mrs Harris waved as she went in the back towards the kitchen, setting more order ready for the next customer.

Of course, the black haired, scarred and burnt man was ever persistent as he chuckled, following her outside. "Ouch." Placing a hand over his chest, "Such a cruel beauty, aren't ya." His glaze burning holes into her curves, specifically her ass and hips without shame, openly leering.

"I've heard about you pyro." She replied without glancing over her shoulder. "Dabi. The infamous pyromaniac, sex addict and womanizer, leaving single and married woman with a trail of broken hearts. I'll pass, thank you." Stopping and half turning, "Don't think I can't feel your burning stares you horn dog."

His smirk widened, raising his hands. "Guilty as charged, princess. Can you blame me?" His eyebrow lifts again as he glance down at her chest, clinging to every curve of her body, complimenting her pale skin and silver-white hair.

Her eyes fall to his full lips as she watches his tongue darting out to moisten them, then blinks, turning and resume walking as her cheeks fully turn rosy now. Don't give him mix signals Mar. She scolds herself. "Why are you following me anyways?"

"Call it curiosity, beauty." He admits, taking advantage of his taller high and long legs to quickly catch up with her, walking at her side. "Is it true that wolf shifter women are feral in bed?" Dabi asks bluntly, linking his hands behind his head, azure iris' glancing at her face.

Mary blinks, tilting her head and surprised. "Wha-" Her cheeks fully heated now as she huffs and furrow her brows. "How much more crass and shamelessness can you be, casanova?" Mary asks, wolf ear twitching in irritation and tail swishing back and forth in anger.

"Why should I hide who I am?" He refined back, smirk widening. There's a certain hint of amusement in his eyes as he speaks.

It must be a joke she's missing, perhaps it's for the best.

It wasn't long before Dabi followed her home.

Aizawa and Yamada greeted them at the gate.

Mary stopped and offered them each a donut and poured them a cup of coffee in their reusable thermals, both thanking her.

"Is he bothering you, Lady Bliche?" Aizawa asked, his gaze on Dabi the whole time, overly cautious.

Dabi stared back, shoving his hands into his pockets.

Mary sighed, "It's fine, Aizawa. He's just walking me home."

Yamada ate his donuts and sipped his coffee, god, the man loved gossip and would no doubt share it with Nemuri later. He'd tease Dadzawa later about being overly protective of Mary.

Aizawa sighed, lower his capture scarf. "As you wish, my lady."

"There will be more coffee and such in the kitchen, help yourself while but not too much." She smiled, "I'll be making breakfast."

"You truly spoil us, my lady!" Yamada gushed after finishing his donut, tears in his eyes.

Mary laughed, passing them and waving. "Don't worry about it. Think about it as a treat for working so hard."

Dabi followed, he heard the pair talking.

"I don't trust him as far as I can throw him." Aizawa huffed, sipping his coffee.

"Give the guy a chance, Shouta." Yamada shrugged, lowering his shades, "besides, trust Mary. She wouldn't let him pass, if she hated him."

"She's just being overly nice again and you know it."

Dabi's lips curled, if only they knew. His gaze returned forwards, taking in the sights of the big house. Nice and cozy.

As she reaches for the door, he stops her and holds it open and offering her a mocking bow and a wink, "Ladies first, princess. See I can be a gentleman when I wanna be."

She walks in and thanks him as he waiting outside.

Watching as he turns to leave, she bits her lip. Closing her eyes and holding the bag closer to her chest, opens her eyes and calls out to him. "Dabi, wait."

The black haired stray stops, his lips twitch as he fought to keep the smirk from widening into a shit eating grin. He half turns, tilting his head. "Need something, princess?"

She opens her mouth, then closes it. Exhales through her nose, offering him the giant bag, a noticeable blush on her cheeks. "Here, take as many as you want... as a thank you gift."

The criminal blinked, taking it and glancing inside. "Thanks," his half lidded gaze widened when he seeing a strawberry glazed donuts, he snatched two as he felt his mouth salivate. "How did-?"

"Mrs Harris told me that strawberry was your favorite." Mary answered not looking, as she poured him a cup of coffee, then offered it to him, waiting patiently. "I hope you don't mind that it's black? Unless you want me to get you some sugar, creamer or milk?"

His smirk softened, not much, but she noticed. "Nah, it's fine. I could use the pick me up anyways, it's been a long night." He gave her the bag back and took the beverage.

"Enemy soldiers giving you the great Dabi a hard time?" She joked, closing, tilting her head.

"Not a chance in hell, princess." He fired back, his lazy and cockiness returning. "Those wannabe's will need a lot more fire power to take me and my team down." He winked, "Don't worry, I'll keep ya safe. Call my name and I'll come, any day or night." He purred the last bit, between them.

"Thank you for the offer," Mary blushed, "and walking me home. You didn't have to do that. I can take care of myself."

"Oh, I'm sure you can." He chuckled, azure eyes lighting in amusement, he knows something. "I've seen you show your claws and fangs, lifting a guy and slammed him into the ground like a doll." He was impressed.

Mary's eyes widened, "Shit." She nearly dropped the bag, growing more flustered. "Sorry that you had to see that. Most guys would be scared off."

"Why?" He asked, biting into his donut. "Doesn't bother me."

Her shoulders sagged, "I'm sure."

He hummed, turning again and gently raised his cup to his lips. "Thanks for breakfast. Maybe you'll let me inside next time, princess." He walked with laziness and confidence, past the guards, around the corner and was gone.

Mary groaned, "So much for not giving him mixed signal, Mar." She walked fully inside the house and closed the door, towards the dining room where her father, waited as he read his morning paper. "Morning, dad." She greeted, moving towards him.

He glanced up, moving his long blonde mane out of his eyes. He had a lettering laying on top of the newspaper, he closed it.

She placed the items onto the table.

"Mar." Her father takes her hand, squeezing lightly. A deep crease forms between his eyebrows, and his mouth is pulled down into a frown.

Mary scans his face for any indication of what's wrong. Worry and nervousness clinging onto her fathers scent. "Dad what's wrong? Something's troubling you."

Her father's blue eyes are filled with nothing but sadness as he looks around the room, it's quiet. He was usually a man who's always seen smiling, these last three years had been rough on him; he retired as a retired hero after he suffered from a near fatal injury. This once strong man was reduced to the appearance of frail looking, broken man. Blackness surround the whites of his eyes, sunken and every once in a while he still coughs up blood.

The strong arms that would lift her high into the sky, appear as if she was flying. So much had changed, but she supposed moving into this new town was for the best. No matter how much everyone gossiped about her or how Dabi wouldn't take no for an answer.

It was still their new home.

He remained quiet and avoids her eyes. "Yes."

Mary glances around, her heart sinking in her chest. "Was it what the doctor said?"

"No, it's nothing like that sweetheart." He waves her off with a sheepish smile, slowing standing to his feet.

Mary lets out a breath, relaxing a little. "Then what is it?"

"Come sit, please," Taking her by the arm, leading her into the chair closest to him, pulled it out for her and in as she sat down. He walked back to his own seat. "I'm worried about you, Mar." He swallows nervously as he sits down, leans his elbows on the table, interlocking his hands. "You work so hard and try to make everyone happy, but who's making you happy?"

Mary blinks. "Dad where is this going?" Please don't let it be where she thinks it's going?

"You've turned away every suitor who's asked for your hand." He sighed, leaned over and placed his hand over hers.

"Dad," She shook her head. "When I marry I want it to be for love." She admitted, "most of these men want your money and connections." She frowned, "They don't want me for me."

He lightly squeezed her hand, "Don't give up, sweetheart." Offering a small smile, reaching out and patting the top of her head, between her ears. "Now, let's eat. These smell amazing." Smile brightening into the big, heroic and cheesy smile her father was known for; soothing her worries as she returned it.

"Mrs Harris is making my favorite for lunch and using the recipe I shared." Mary answered, nearly bouncing out of her seat. Opening the bag, pulling out a blueberry muffin for herself and a plan donut for him. He loved the classic and dunked it in his coffee.

"That's wonderful," pouring them each a cup, adding two spoonfuls of sugar and creamer for her and black with light creamer for himself. "See? Moving here wasn't' all so bad was it?"

"Dad," she groaned lightly, laughing and shaking her head.

He tilted his head, "What? Give this old man some credit for finding this place despite it not showing up on the map. Peace and quiet, it's what we need." His lips quirked up, teasing lit in his blue eyes. "What's this I hear about the Dabi showing interest in you?" He slipped on his beverage. "He's certainly an interesting and handsome character." He shrugged, "No judgement here, as long as he takes care of you, it's all I ask. I'll give him the benefit of the doubt."

"Dabi?!" Mary's face grew heated and her tail fluffed up behind her before she used it to cover her face. "What makes you think he's even interested?" She asks, growing more embarrassed hearing him chuckle wholeheartedly. It made her own grin widen.

"I've seen him follow you around like a puppy, it's cute. Men like him usually fall for a sweet young lady eventually." Lowering his cup, arching an eyebrow. "Do you not find him handsome?"

Lowering her tail into her lap, she sighs. "It's not that. He's handsome despite his flaws, he's powerful, crass, but rude and concede..." She sipped her coffee. "I don't think he's the one for me."

"It's your life, Mar. Don't let me stop you from fulfilling your dreams." He reached over and patting her hand, smiling softly.

Mary nodded, grinning and sipping her coffee before eating her muffin.

His interest turn to his breakfast, breaks his donut in half and dunking it into his coffee, setting it soak, then ate it. He swallows his mouthful and raised an eyebrow, teasing. "What about Young Midoriya or Shinso?"

Mary nearly choked on her coffee as she sputtered, "Daddy! They are way too young for me." A five year difference might not seen like much, but she would must rather date and marry someone closer to her age. "Besides they can't legally drink yet."

"Alright, alright," he raises his hands in surrender. "I'll stop. Just promise that whoever you decide to marry, I get to meet him first. Can't give my daughter away to a stranger."

Izuku Midoriya was a young newly rookie adventurer who trained under her father for the past year and a half. A mini famous of the famous All Might, it was adorable when she heard him nerding out, overthinking and muttering to himself out loud. His green eyes and black and green curls, freckled cheeks were adorable, but Mary looked at him as a younger brother. He's such a kind soul, genuinely earnest and honest.

Hitoshi Shinso another young man who's been training with Aizawa since they moved here. His gravity defying indigo locks, matching eyes and eyes bags made him look similar to his feather when Aizawa's quirk activated. Shinso had gotten Midoriya with his quirk a few times during their sparing matches, one of the biggest and most hilarious moments was when Shinso made Midoriya's childhood friend Bakugo strip down naked and ran through the street yelling, "fight the fairies!" during last summer fest.

"I'll put these away, then head to the library," Mary downed her coffee, picked two donuts from the bag and put away the left overs in the kitchen.

Her father stood, taking his dishes into the kitchen, washing them, dried them and hung them on the drying rack hanging over the sink. "The next Hero meet and greet is this weekend. Want to come?" He asked, drying his hands.

"I'll home down the fort." Mary nodded her head, covering her mouth with her hand in-between bites of her chocolate glazed goodness. "Besides, you could use the piece and quiet without Aizawa breathing down your neck. I know you might want a breather."

"Do you want me to bring you anything back?" He offered. He always felt bad not bringing her back any kind of souvenirs from his travels.

Food wouldn't travel well. She didn't need anymore books right now or clothes. Mary thought of her favorite flower, something simple and always brought a smile to her face. "A rose," she hummed. "A single rose, please. You can wait and get it on the last day."

"It that all?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. "You don't have to hold back any request you know? Your the daughter of the former number one hero, you can ask for anything. Name it, sweetheart." He pressed lightly, returning the hand towel in it's place. "Don't hold back on my account."

"Dad," Mary snickered, "just a rose," she leaned against the kitchen island, ears flattening against her head and frowning. "I already have everything, I could ask for. Just please, be safe and take Philippe with you." She encouraged, "he needs the exorcise and I'm sure he'd love all the fresh apples."

"Alright," He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck and smiling sheepishly. "If a rose is what you want, I will bring it back."

Mary hugged him as he rests his chin on the top of her head, returning the hug. "I love you, dad."

"I love you too, sweetheart." Giving her a gentle squeeze and lets go, glancing down. He's reminded everyday that his little girl isn't so little anymore. Twenty-one years has gone by in a flash, he just wishes his wife could have been apart of it. "I'll go pack. Don't get into too much trouble while I'm away." The retired hero chuckled and ruffling her hair as he lets go.

"It's not me you have to worry about," She defends herself, crossing her arms and gathering ingredients for lunch, waving a hand behind her without looking. "Tell that to all the weirdo's out there."

"You are just as bad at attracting trouble as someone else I knew." Toshinori shook his head and heading towards the exit.

Mary raised her voice, laughing. "It's you dad, don't deny it! I've heard stories from Grand Torino and you know it!"

"Am not!" He denied it, hard. He knew it was true.

"Keep telling yourself that!" Mary glanced at her recipe books, smiling brightly.

Outside the kitchen window, Himiko Toga crouched, hiding in the flowerbed, waiting silently, listening and smiled. Dabi is going to be able when he finds out that his princess will be home alone. Giggling to herself, covering her mouth with the long sleeves of Mary's sweater. Such a pretty wolfy for our future queen. She wore it to mask her scent and was tasked to bring back a few of their queen's belonging to Dabi.

Simple things that wouldn't easily being noticed as missing.

Himiko couldn't help noticing Mary's and Dabi's cute encounter and obvious flirting. Mary was so cute, beautiful and strong! The younger teen blushing as she remembers seeing Mary walking out of the woodlands one morning, completely naked and covered in blood.

Closing her eyes, she could still picture it. The most magical and beautiful sight.

In the early mornings, the mixture of oranges and purples as the sun slowly rising - when she saw her.

Mary panting and stumbling, Himiko's breath hitched and the scent of cooper and iron coming off the wolf woman in waves. Blood splatter in her silver-white hair as her sharp cainines glittened, a trail of the crimson liquid running down her mouth as she wiped it away.

Then patches of fur growing and spreading, covering the woman as her body shifted from woman into wolf. Her coat the color of freshley fallen snow and her eyes were glowing, a shade of icy blue.

The she-wolf trotted towards a pile of discarded clothes laying on the ground, picking them up with her teeth and ran off, fast as lightening, she quickly became a blur in the distance.

Himiko was still enthralled, she had never met another person who craved blood or had a blood related quirk apart from Mister Stainy, or the Adventurer knows as Blood King.

Himiko opened her bright, honeyed cat-like eyes and blinked the memory away, cupping her heated cheeks, completely flushed as she cooed inwardly to herself and bit her lip. Mary, my dearest blood sister. You will apart of our family soon~

Kurogiri's warp gate opened beside her, The League was waiting.

Himiko frowned, quickly turning and peaking into the window watching as Mary hummed to herself and cooked what looked to be loaded potato soup. Her frown deepened, she wanted to gossip about girl talk and romance while cooking, or shopping trips with Mary.

Inwardly sighing, Himiko backed away, crawling towards the warp gate and clutching her haul tightly against her chest, peaking over her shoulder one more time, then disappeared while thinking. Until next time, bye bye, sister.

Mary blinked and glanced out the window, she had the strange feeling that someone was watching. The strong scent of affection hit her nose? Did she have an admirer? Did someone want to talk with her? Placing the lid on the pot as she stepped towards the window and opening it, closing her eyes, tilting her head back and scenting the air.

This scent was unfamiliar.

Opening her eyes, it was best to keep it in her memory banks for later. Perhaps, she could make a friend? Smiling lightly as she closed the window, returning towards the stove, lowering the heat to a simmer and setting the timer, carrying it with her as she excited the kitchen and headed towards the library.

Unaware that this weekend would change everything she's ever known.

-------- Ending of Chapter 1 -------

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Did ya'll except Dabi to become Gaston? Yes? No? I can't help it! Zombie man wouldn't leave! If ya'll thought Dabi was overly horny and feral for Mary in my other fanfics, you ain't seen nothing yet!

Get ready for Yandere Dabi as he fights for Mary's affection against Monsterhaul! (Yeah, I switched Dabi and Shiggy's roles with Dabi as the Leader and Shiggy as his cousin and right hand man; it fits!)

On another note, I decided to make All Might into Mary's dad to change things up. Plus having Aizawa and Present Mic as her personal guards :)

Do ya'll get the reference I made Bakugo say? XD

Gimme your thoughts!

[ao3feed-izuku-midoriya]

Disorganized Attachments

Disorganized Attachments by The Switchable Waffle

You're a child. You aren't a toddler anymore. Leave me alone. I didn't want you, Katsuki, so I am not going to hold you. Oh, god. Stop with the crying or I will give you a reason to.

Izuku sat quietly in the kitchen. He had just made himself some eggs for dinner, but he really wasn't hungry. He was alone again for the night. His mother was at work. She just hadn't been around him as much anymore. Ever since he was diagnosed that is. ------- “The rest of the attachment styles mentioned are considered negative forms of attachment. Generally, these are considered forms of abuse even if it doesn't seem like it. They are unhealthy and take a great amount of time to overcome." Aizawa muttered to the class ------- "Should we tell Aizawa-sensei?"

"No, I don't need his help. I'm fine. If you want to be a baby about it then so be it but don't drag me into your mess. Got it? You finished helping me. Now get the fuck out."

"Kacchan, I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean.." --- OR Katsuki and Izuku learn of different attachment styles that can develop during childhood and start to see the similarities between themselves as well as their relationship with their parents. Furthermore, Aizawa adopts them

Words: 3230, Chapters: 1/2, Language: English

Series: Part 7 of Hurting and Comforting: Yours Truly, Part 5 of BNHA Fics

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen, M/M

Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Midoriya Izuku, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Bakugou Mitsuki, Bakugou Masaru, Bakugou Katsuki's Parents, Midoriya Izuku's Family, Midoriya Inko, Iida Tenya, Todoroki Shouto, Class 1-A

Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki & Midoriya Izuku, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead & Midoriya Izuku, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead & Bakugou Katsuki, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Bakugou Katsuki & Bakugou Masaru & Bakugou Mitsuki, Midoriya Inko & Midoriya Izuku

Additional Tags: Child Abuse, Abuse, Child Neglect, Parental Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Parental Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead | Dadzawa, Midoriya Izuku-centric, Bakugou Katsuki-centric, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Fluff and Angst, Pre-Slash, Bakugou Katsuki is Bad at Feelings, Soft Bakugou Katsuki, Midoriya Izuku Needs A Hug, Midoriya Izuku is Bad at Feelings, Bakugou Katsuki Needs a Hug, Bakugou Katsuki Needs Help, Bakugou Mitsuki's Bad Parenting, Abusive Bakugou Mitsuki, Abusive Parents, Abusive Midoriya Inko, Midoriya Inko's Bad Parenting, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead Adopts Midoriya Izuku, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead Adopts Bakugou Katsuki, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic Adopts Midoriya Izuku, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead and Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic Adopt Bakugou Katsuki

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48614890

[ao3feed-dadzawa]

Disorganized Attachments

Disorganized Attachments by The Switchable Waffle

You're a child. You aren't a toddler anymore. Leave me alone. I didn't want you, Katsuki, so I am not going to hold you. Oh, god. Stop with the crying or I will give you a reason to.

Izuku sat quietly in the kitchen. He had just made himself some eggs for dinner, but he really wasn't hungry. He was alone again for the night. His mother was at work. She just hadn't been around him as much anymore. Ever since he was diagnosed that is. ------- “The rest of the attachment styles mentioned are considered negative forms of attachment. Generally, these are considered forms of abuse even if it doesn't seem like it. They are unhealthy and take a great amount of time to overcome." Aizawa muttered to the class ------- "Should we tell Aizawa-sensei?"

"No, I don't need his help. I'm fine. If you want to be a baby about it then so be it but don't drag me into your mess. Got it? You finished helping me. Now get the fuck out."

"Kacchan, I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean.." --- OR Katsuki and Izuku learn of different attachment styles that can develop during childhood and start to see the similarities between themselves as well as their relationship with their parents. Furthermore, Aizawa adopts them

Words: 3230, Chapters: 1/2, Language: English

Series: Part 7 of Hurting and Comforting: Yours Truly, Part 5 of BNHA Fics

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen, M/M

Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Midoriya Izuku, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Bakugou Mitsuki, Bakugou Masaru, Bakugou Katsuki's Parents, Midoriya Izuku's Family, Midoriya Inko, Iida Tenya, Todoroki Shouto, Class 1-A

Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki & Midoriya Izuku, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead & Midoriya Izuku, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead & Bakugou Katsuki, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Bakugou Katsuki & Bakugou Masaru & Bakugou Mitsuki, Midoriya Inko & Midoriya Izuku

Additional Tags: Child Abuse, Abuse, Child Neglect, Parental Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Parental Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead | Dadzawa, Midoriya Izuku-centric, Bakugou Katsuki-centric, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Fluff and Angst, Pre-Slash, Bakugou Katsuki is Bad at Feelings, Soft Bakugou Katsuki, Midoriya Izuku Needs A Hug, Midoriya Izuku is Bad at Feelings, Bakugou Katsuki Needs a Hug, Bakugou Katsuki Needs Help, Bakugou Mitsuki's Bad Parenting, Abusive Bakugou Mitsuki, Abusive Parents, Abusive Midoriya Inko, Midoriya Inko's Bad Parenting, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead Adopts Midoriya Izuku, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead Adopts Bakugou Katsuki, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic Adopts Midoriya Izuku, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead and Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic Adopt Bakugou Katsuki

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48614890

[reallyromealone]

I’ve been soooo obsessed with the babyhaul series.So,I was wondering if you could do an ep where the babe finally develops his quirk.Aizawa dropped the babe at the U.A daycare and a few hours pass and he gets called to the office bc his little one developed their quirk (You can pick the quirk bc I have no idea what it should be)

Feel free to ignore this <333

Title: quirk

Fandom: bnha

Characters: Yamada, Aizawa, Nedzu

Fic type: fluff

Pairings: Yamada x Aizawa

Warnings: male reader, reader insert, child reader, fluff

Notes:

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Quirks were fun.

Especially when you get a call that your toddler rearrange the structural design of a block into a pile of sand, causing the daycare staff to have to call the parent to said daycare.

"What did he do?" Aizawa asked exasperated as he and his husband sat with their three year old, (name) sporting a cool quirk suppressant bracelet for children as he played with his papas fingers and wedding band "well it seems he developed his quirk, he turned a wood block into sand and then his cookie into a ducky toy and began crying when he didn't have his cookie anymore" the head of the U.A daycare explained and the two teachers shared a glance.

(Name) Had his biological father's quirk.

"Thank you for telling us, if you could excuse us" Aizawa lifted the little one In his arms as they went to Nedzu, they knew this time would come but god they wished they had a bit more time. (Name) Was confused as his dad's looked serious "papa! I got my quirk!" (Name) Tried to make conversation with Yamada who smiled down at his son that was in Aizawas hold "yeah, now we gotta see uncle Nedzu to teach you how to use it" (name) looked confused but just went with it, uncle Nedzu was the smartest guy ever so...

"Uncle zuzu! I got my quirk!" (Name) Said excitedly as he was freed from his dad's hold and set in the ground, waddling/ running towards the principal "So I have been told little mouse, very exciting" Nedzu said handing a cookie to the child who went around his desk to see him properly since he wasn't able to see above the desk.

"The commission isn't to know about his abilities so we can work that to our advantage" (name) was sitting on the carpet with his toys, playing happily while the adults put their plan into action, the daycare trained and signed enough NDA's to make a judge sweat "We will begin quirk training immediately, if he can do something like that without breaking a sweat now... That's something to keep close tabs on"

It was well known that quirks could be more powerful through generations, evolving into something even bigger than itself and (name) had no reaction to using his quirk even by accident, turning wood to sand wasn't an easy feat after all.

"It will only be for an hour a day, he is still quite young" Nedzu showed them folders he had prepared, a very cohesive and airtight plan that had the parents impressed "there's even snack time" Aizawa said with a huff, it fit in for their pick-up time for Eri and everything.

"And if course I'll be there in case something happens" Aizawa said looking back at his son who was in his own world.

That night, Aizawa and Yamada sat with their tot and explained a little bit about his quirk, (name) was already mentally developing faster than they were expecting, they were sure that Kisaki did something to cause that as the boy seemed to be understanding things faster and better than his peers.

"I can make cookies..." The power (name) realized he has was a horrifying realization to the parents who couldn't help but laugh at the fact that making cookies was his first instinct.

"Use that power wisely" Yamada snorted as they went home, they had some things to order and have lunch, (name)s choice.

[graciehart]

Top 5 books!

Oooo fun!! Okay because I’m an infant/toddler teacher/child therapist, I have a loooot of kids books and I want to include those 🥰 So it’ll mostly be those because it’s easier for me to remember (and I believe many adults need to read some of these kids books!!)

The Language of Flowers by Vanessa Diffenbaugh (I buy used copies that I can have on hand to give as gifts)

My Heart by Corinna Luyken — “tiny can grow and broken can mend and a heart that is closed can still open again.”

Over and Over by M.H. Clark (she’s my favorite children’s author—some other favorites are Everywere, Still; Maybe; You Belong Here; More Than a Little; and Tiger Days.

The Rabbit Listened by Cori Doerrfeld

Maybe by Kobi Yamada (and What Do You Do With a Problem?)

Ask me my top 5 anything!

[japanesedoramaandanimelover91]

Ninomiya Kazunari twitter.

8 January:

Good morning everyone.

I just got a reply from the leader.' Ah! Oh no.I didn't send a new year greeting...' I thought and hurriedly opened it....

VIVANT That was great! ❤(both the text and the structure are exactly the same as what i was sent)

Apparently he was so excited to see VIVANT that he went to film it: 🙇‍♂. And he also said it had already been filmed🫨. The great thing is that i got there in time🙇‍♂.

9 January:

They don't know what to do, but if there's something they can do, they'll do it anyway. Those are the kind of people i'm talking about. Anyway, what you can do: ......I'll try to fit it into my schedule.

10 January:

Good morning, everyone.

After all, people have their strengths and weaknesses. It's only been three months since i started doing schedule adjustments, but i'm still not very good at it.

11 January:

Good morning, everyone.(2 times).

It's been a few hours since i got here, but i was finally able to touch my phone. I've been on a roll. 🕸

Oh, oh, oh bro😭(reposting the tweet).

Happy birthday, Matsu ㊗ I feel like this year started with this holiday.

12 January:

Good morning, everyone.

13 January:

Good morning, everyone.

I've been watching the toddler Olympics all morning now, and it's relaxing me.

It's snowing, isn't it?

It's raining!

14 January:

Good morning, everyone.

What? Yamada Ryosuke is releasing a photo book?

It's 2024 and i've barely talked to anyone yet, and today's work is just plain annoying. I'll let you know when I can tell you! So here we go. 🙇‍♂

I was in a daze today.But it was a really valuable experience😊. I just can't wait to tell everyone about it.It was a job that made me think. I'm happy to have found a job like this 🙈.

[artificial-sleep]

Mic's mom being from the states so he made frequent visits there to see family when he was young

CW // just pure fluff 💕, toddler Yamada Hizashi

He's always liked music, and his grandmother always had a record player and she would play him some of her favorite records from when she was a kid.

He took a liking to The Beatles and Elvis Presley and at 4 or 5 years old he was putting on little concerts in the living room.

Just picture tiny Yamada as a lil Elvis impersonator, his hair gelled back curtesy of his grandfather and a little white cape draped over his shoulders, singing "Heartbreak Hotel" to a living room of chuckling adults holding camcorders.

The hair style sticks. He always asks for his hair gelled after that, every morning, and his parents find it cute, giving in every time.

It just becomes something that's so him, and by high school, the idea of Elvis' pompadour has become Hizashi’s. He's adopted it, like a trademark.

Even as his hair gets longer, growing it out at first to cover his eyes when he starts to dress exclusively in leather, he still spikes it occasionally just because he can.

So it's only logical that he would make it part of his hero costume.

And he stubbornly refuses to cut it any shorter because he likes his hair long when he's not on duty, and his long spikes have become a brand now. People know him for it, so he won't change it.

~ that is all ~

Idk I just had the idea that Hizashi’s spikey hair is a tribute to Elvis and I think that's excellent and ridiculous thank you