#which he has 1. broken two heat lamps so far by knocking them off (which ofc my roommate has not replaced cuz why the fuck would she)

[lesbiansanemi]

I hate my roommate’s cat more and more with every passing day

[alonelytinywriter]

Oh Hush You

touya-is-dabi said to alonelytinywriter:

Heyy if I send an ask for some Zeni x Dabi thirst is that allowed? Take it as far as you see fit. The thirstier the better . . . I need some Jealous dabi in my life. So maybe make shigiraki flirt with Zeni or something?

I got chu doll! I hope you like it as much as I liked writing it. Lots of love <3 <3

Warnings: There be soft smut here, Dabi being a soft guy, even if he is kinda a twat for a itty bitty, bitty bit . . . and then Dabi being a not so soft guy if you get the idea! Cursing, Jealousy, soft! Dabi . . . Enjoy!

Dabi / Zeni Devi ~ Lovely baby of @touya-is-dabi​

Playlist - Love Songs, Drug Songs - X Ambassadors

Name: Zeni Devi ~ Birthday: December 6 ~ Age: 21 ~ Hair Color: White ~ Eye Color: Sea-foam Green ~ Gender: Female ~ Height: 5’4’’ ~ Quirk: Permafrost ~ Occupation: LOV Member

Appearance:

Zeni is five foot four, but everyone comments on the way she seems taller in the same way that ballerinas do, with a long neck and willowy limbs, although not many ballerina’s would have hundreds of freckles scattered across their body, nor piercings in places such as their tongue or belly button. She is slender with long legs and long bright white hair and deep azure roots - which grows blue naturally only a few inches away from her scalp - and large sea foam green eyes surrounded by thick lashes that curl and seem to brush against her cheeks when she blinks. If one were asked to describe her, they would say that she was bright and radiant, like her face was truly alive, despite the sour attitude she might show those around her. ~ She typically dresses in jeans and sweaters or coats, and always wears boots, in which she keeps small weapons hidden for when her quirk becomes to much to handle in battle. Due to the nature of her Quirk, Zeni commonly looks as if she is ready to take a trip into the snow - even during the middle of the summer - and her quirk causes the skin around her fingers, elbows, knees and ankles to constantly feel chapped. The band-aids she uses to cover the cracks and sores have steadily grown more and more ridiculous over the years and she currently goes out of her way to find the most brightly colored Hello Kitty band-aids whenever she can . . . if only to annoy Dabi, not that he needs to know that.

Quirk: Permafrost ~ Zeni’s Quirk allows her to replace her bodily fluids (spit, tears, sweat, etc.) with liquid nitrogen, allowing her to use it as both defence and weapon during attacks and missions with the LOV. The longer Zeni actively uses the power, the stronger the liquid nitrogen becomes. If Zeni over uses this Quirk, a layer of frostbite begins to seep across her skin and lungs, freezing any natural moister in its way, and due to the nature of the Quirk, her body is constantly freezing, and crying can become a horror for her as the liquid nitrogen will turn to dry ice and she’ll begin crying blood because dry ice blocks her tear glands. The only way Zeni is able to combat against the drawbacks of this Quirk is by warming up, though she finds it very hard to do so.

Power - 5/5 ~ Speed - 3/5 ~ Technique - 4/5 ~ Intelligence - 6/6 (S) ~ Cooperativeness - 1/5

Oh Hush You

~ “This isn’t right! You shouldn’t be winning! It isn’t fair! Isn’t fair! Isn’t fair!” Rolling her eyes, Zeni continued to skid her fingertips across the buttons to the controller of her Switch, even while Shigaraki tried to elbow her into messing up. “How are you winning?”

~ “I already told you that you should just do what I’m doing. It’s not like anyone actually knows how to use her yet. Everyone else is gonna be button mashing too.” Zeni laughed as she watched Shigariki’s character fly from the screen once again and snickered, racing after the dropped power-up.

~ “I am not mashing the buttons.”

~ The power up pushed Shiggy’s character from the platform once again and Zeni watched as the screen flashed GAME OVER again. “Well, then, you’re going to keep on loosing.”

~ “ . . . Shut . . . Up.”

~ And so it continued, and even though it was well past three in the morning, neither Zeni nor Shiggy were willing to set their game consoles down, and one game turned into five then thirty, and then they lost count and it became a challenge to see who would come out on top. Even though Zeni found Shigaraki annoying at the best of times, it was nice to relax and fight in a way that wouldn’t end in bloodshed but in laughter instead. And Dabi was away on a mission, so it wasn’t like she had anything better to do without him there. She knew it was getting late, but she wanted to wait for him to arrive, wanted to be there to greet him when he came through the doors. What she didn’t want to do was fall asleep with her head on Shigaraki’s lap. Specifically not long enough that she would still be in that position when Dabi came home.

~ That was the only explanation Zeni could come with with, eyes wide open as she stared around the empty room. Shiggy was still asleep up above her, his breath steady, completely unaffected by whatever it was that had woken Zeni from her sleep. Maybe it had been Twice, Zeni mused, as she forced Shigaraki awake and directed him to his bedroom so he wouldn’t bitch at anyone when they started coming into the room in the morning. Turning the television off, Zeni yawned and began to make her way to her room wondering if Dabi had made it to the base yet.

~ The question was answered for her as she walked past the hallway leading to Dabi’s door and she could hear him cursing and tossing things in his room. It seemed strange, that Dabi hadn’t woke her when he arrive home, that he hadn’t let her know how the mission had gone. And why was he locked in his room, clearly breaking one thing after another? He doesn’t even pause the first time she knocks, or the second or third. It’s not until she literally slams her hands against the door, rattling it in its frame, that Dabi’s rant inside the room seems to calm.

~ Red light filtered into the hallway when Dabi throws the door open, and his glowering stare is nearly enough to make Zeni shrink back. “What’s your problem? Why didn’t you tell me you where back?” Dabi continued to stare down at her for a moment before scoffing. “Why don’t you just go on, huh?”

~ . . . “What did you just say to me?” Zeni has never had problems laying hands on people to get her way, and when her hands land on his chest the steam the rises nearly creates a cloud that neither can see through. “What is your fucking problem Dabi?” “Not a fucking thing!” Rubbing her eyes, Zeni laughed. “Yeah, try again. You’re acting like a jerk. What did the mission not go well? Did you not get to show off or something?”

~ “Why don’t you just go to sleep, Ze.” “Because I’m not tired.” Breathing heavily, the two stare at each other for a long moment. His room wasn’t trashed, Zeni realized once she looked away. Sure, there was a broken lamp against the far wall, and she was pretty sure she could smell smoke, which meant something had been on fire at some point. “Fine, you’re not tired? Then why don’t you go talk to Shigaraki, since you’re such good friends?” He doesn’t even finish his sentence before he throws himself down onto his bed, mumbling into the pillows about how he was tired, so if she didn’t mind, he was going to be going to bed.

~ Zeni couldn’t believe it. How dare he? What an ass! Huffing, she slammed her way from the room. Who did he think he was, talking to her like that? He never talked like that before so why would he . . .

~ The door was still open and she was able to slip in soundlessly, the thick socks on her feet covering any sound of her footsteps when she moved to stand next to his bed, but Dabi does startle when she throws herself onto the bed. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Her lips were on his neck when she answered, but the words were soft and Dabi nearly didn’t hear her as she threw the question back at him instead of properly answering. He wasn’t happy about it, and he tried to show her by shoving her from the bed, away from him, but she straddles his waist and frowns down at him while her hair creates an snowy curtain around them.

~ “I figured it out, you know. What woke me up earlier. It was you, wasn’t it? You didn’t get jealous because I was asleep with Shiggy, did you?” His Quirk flaring to life at his fingertips was answer enough and Zeni laughed, quickly putting out the flames with her own Quirk. “You’re joking right? You’re jealous of crusty, musty Shiggy?” He denies it of course but Zeni can’t help herself - “You are so! You’re so jealous I can see your eyes turning green!”

~ Growling, Dabi flips them over and straddles her the same way she was him just a instant before, his voice gravel as he tells her over and over that she is his, and no one else could have her. To Zeni, it shouldn’t have even been a question, but to Dabi it seemed a mantra he needed to repeat again and again, even as they rolled and fought to be on top, lips and teeth marking necks and exposed collar bones, flames and frost flashing to counter one or the other. “You were jealous.” Zeni scoffed lightly, her breathing coming in short panting gasps as Dabi’s teeth continued to scrap across her skin. “You were mad that I was asleep with Shiggy -”

~ “You belong to me.” Dabi snarled. “Maybe if you weren’t getting so chummy with Shigaraki, this wouldn’t be a problem. I wouldn’t have gotten so fucking -” Zeni cuts him off with her lips, her fingers threaded through his hair as steam rises from their mouths, the heat so intense, Zeni wondered if kissing the sun would feel similar. Her shirt was gone between one breath and the next, and so was Dabi’s. Their hands were not soft as they felt each other, their teeth sharp against the others skin. “You know I only want you.”

~ Steam fogged the windows and mirror above the dresser, and their clothes were scattered around the room when Dabi finally entered Zeni in one sharp thrust, groaning her name like a payer. He’s not gentle by any means, and deep down Zeni knew that he wouldn’t be when she walked back into the room and instigated this. Moaning into his mouth, she felt her hips begin to rock against his, her fingers threading through his hair. The sounds of flesh slapping against flesh filled the air, bleeding into the steam throughout the room with the sweet scent of burnt sugar and caramel. “You’re mine, you know that. Mine and only mine, Ze.”

~ “I know. I know. I know.” Zeni threw her head back, nails scrambling for purchase against Dabi’s back, as she felt the coil within her tighten. Dabi’s growls softened to a hum when he moves to palm a handful of her ass, his hips jerking when she pulses around him in response. “Dabi, Dabi - please, Dabi -” Dabi groans, whispering quite words of nonsense into her ear as he finds his thrusts growing shorter, filled with purpose as he chased their high together. Zeni looked as if she were a goddess in the darkness of his room, and her tits, heavy and perfectly sized for her body, bounced with each rantic thrust.“Dabi, Dabi, Dabi -”

~ “Mine.” Dabi growled as he felt her fluttering around him, her back arching from the bed as he was thrown over the edge as well, his nails carving into the slope of her spine as he forced her closer. “You’re mine.”

[ruthoakenshield]

The Lady in Black Leather

Warning: attempted assault and mention of rape, verbal abuse, strong language

Chapter 2

Chapter 1

It was around midnight when you left the bar. You remember looking at the clock above Lacey’s head. You’ve been walking for it seems like forever. You’re annoyed. You forgot your phone at the apartment where you had it plugged in to charge. You have no flashlight, no way to call anyone, and your best friend ditched you to go shag a famous actor for the night.

Maybe you should’ve let Richard drive you home. Well too late now you think to yourself. You sigh quietly. You are almost home. Two more blocks.

All during the 12 mile walk home you kept feeling like someone was watching you. Once in a while you’d stop and look around nervously. You felt like a mouse sneaking around in a big house knowing there’s a cat somewhere in the vicinity who will try to catch and kill you if she sees you. It was making you nervous and uneasy.

You stopped two blocks from your house where a street lamp was located at the end of a driveway for an apartment. There was a metal dumpster by the end of the garage. You stood in the lamplight and froze. You heard the noise of something moving in the shadows quietly. You turned and tried to see any movement. You put your hand at the bottom of your corset where you had a knife hidden.

Suddenly he stepped out of the shadows and snickered menacingly. You gasped and stepped back quickly towards the dumpster.

It was your ex. “What was he doing here?” you briefly thought. He looked you up and down with lustful eyes. “So you little fucking whore, did you have that surgery or were you just lying to get me to leave you?” he asked snarling.

You squeaked out, “Yes, I had it. You know I didn’t have much of a choice.”

He growls, “And what are you doing out this late at night walking in the dark, unchaperoned dressed like a fucking whore?” He asks, taking another step closer.

You back up another step. “That’s none of your damn, business, asshole. You left and I don’t belong to you anymore.” You tell him.

He growls. “Is that so? Well I told you no man would desire a relationship with you. You’re broken, incomplete, defective and only useful for one thing now…and I’m going to use you for it with pleasure, now that I don’t have to wear a fucking condom and worry about getting you knocked up.” He leers.

He lunges at you and you shriek and quickly evade him. He growls and lunges at you again. You evade him a second time and put your back to the dumpster. You see him charge at you, cursing and just before he grabs you, you duck and roll to the side and he crashes into the dumpster head first and knocks himself out.

When you see he doesn’t move, you book it for your apartment and race up the stairs. You get into your apartment and lock the door and the deadbolt.

You look at the clock in the kitchen and it’s 1:45am. You keep all the lights off in the apartment and race to where you left your phone. You call the cops and tell dispatch what happened and where his body was. They tell you they will send an officer and an ambulance over to that location immediately. He gets your contact information and current location. He tells you to stay there and they will send the officer over once they have your ex in custody.

You hang up from talking with dispatch and then text Scarlet:

           “Thanks for leaving me without a ride. I had to walk the 12 miles home alone without my phone. Ex attacked me two blocks from home and I managed to escape after he ran into the dumpster head first and knocked himself out. Matter of time before he comes to and comes to the apartment to rape me, which he said was his intent. Terrified he will do it and kill me. Called the cops and they’re sending an ambulance and officers to go get him.”

You hit send then pulled out your two suitcases, put all the new purchases into the big one, emptied your dresser and closet into the suitcases, packed up all your treasured possessions and put it all in your suitcases as well. Then you put all your makeup and toiletries into your backpack along with your laptop, chargers for your computer and phone, and then put them all in the hall closet by the bathroom. You grabbed your pillow and set it on top of the suitcase. Then you fold up your comforter and blankets and set them with the pillow.

Scarlet texted you back:

           “I’m SO SORRY!!! I thought you’d go home with Richard since he was so enamored with you! Why didn’t you let him take you home to your apartment?”

You replied with a reminder of what happened the last time you allowed a guy you just met to take you home.

She called you.

           “Honey, I’m SO sorry! Where are you now?” she asks.

You tell her you’re in your apartment. You’ve locked the door to the apartment, and left all the lights off. You packed everything you want to take with you into your two suitcases and your backpack and you are packing up your pillow, blankets and comforter. You need to find a new place to live while he is in the cop’s custody. Someplace where he can’t find you and stalk you.

You hear Aiden’s voice and he says, “Sweetheart you need to get out of there! If he is stalking you and attacking you, you should be able to get a restraining order!” he tells you.

“That is just it though, he hasn’t attacked me since December, and even then, it was only verbal abuse. They won’t do anything until he lays a finger on me and no one witnessed tonight’s attack so it’s my word against his, and since he never actually touched me tonight, I don’t know if I will be able to get a restraining order. It’s my word against his.” You tell him.

Well hang tight and we’ll come get you, ok?” he tells you. “If anything happens in the mean time, text us, Ok?” Scarlet tells you.

“Ok, Scar.” You tell her.

“See you soon, sweetie.” She says and hangs up.

A few minutes later you hear a person coming up the stairs and knock on your door. A voice announces, “Miss Harley, it’s Officer Sand with the police, please open the door. We have your ex in custody and need to talk with you.”

You open the door and look through the small gap. There is a uniformed officer standing there. You let him into the apartment. “Are you ok?” you ask, noticing the cuts on his face and lip.

“I’ll be fine. Just a few cuts and scrapes from the scuffle with your ex.” he tells you. “I’ll get them cleaned up in a little bit.”

 He asks you if he can talk to you for a few minutes. You move to the kitchen and invite him to have a seat at the bar stools on the peninsula. He sits and you move to make some tea to calm your nerves.

“Miss Harley, you said your ex attacked you tonight?” he asked.

“I think he followed me home from the bar. I had to walk cuz my ride left to shag a guy and forgot about me. I didn’t have my phone on me and I didn’t feel comfortable letting the guy I was dancing with take me home.” You explain.

“I don’t know if my ex just saw me on the way and started following me or if he was waiting near my apartment or if he saw me leave the bar. I know he has been stalking me off and on since December, but I was told I couldn’t get a restraining order until he attacked me.” You explain.

“Anyway, I stopped under the streetlight where you found him cuz I heard a noise. He stepped out of the shadows and into the light, then threatened to rape me and said a bunch of horrible things about how that is all I’m good for now that I can’t bear children. I had to have a hysterectomy in December because of health reasons.” You explain.

“He charged me twice trying to grab me and I was luckily able to evade both attempts. I got backed up to the dumpster by his movements and when he charged again, I evaded him at the last moment and he ran headfirst into the dumpster and collapsed. I figured he knocked himself out. I was afraid he’d come to again so I ran here. As soon as I got inside I locked my doors and called 911 to tell them what happened and to send someone to get him.” You told him.

“As far as I know, no one saw it happen though. So it’s my word against his. And since he wasn’t able to get a hand on me I’m guessing I still can’t get a restraining order.” You reply with a sigh.

 The tea kettle starts to whistle, and you remove it from the heat. You pour it into a cup of coffee and toss in your tea bag. “You want a cup?” you ask the officer. He shakes his head, “No. Thanks tho.” He replies.

You sit down next to him and sip your tea. “He gives you a moment, then says, “Actually, Miss Harley, someone did see you get attacked by him. There was a guy outside smoking who saw it all happen. He was still there when we arrived. He was standing by the guy in case he woke up. He told us the same story as what you did and said if we needed him to testify, that he would be willing to do so.

You look at the officer in disbelief. “Really?” you ask. He nods. “I will see to it you get a restraining order, Miss Harley.” He tells you. He looks at your suitcases sitting in the hallway. “Are you going somewhere?” he asks.

 “I don’t feel safe here any longer. He knows I live here, and I need to find a new apartment where he won’t be able to find me as easily.” You reply.

“My friends are going to come get me in a little bit, so yeah. I will talk to my landlord tomorrow and let him know I need to break my lease and why. I don’t know how I will be able to find a new apartment though.” You reply. “I’ve been on disability since December and the place I worked at actually just announced they are closing our location. So now I am out of a job as well.” You sigh.

“Let me see what I can do to help.” The officer tells you. “What kind of job are you looking for?” he asks.

You think for a minute. “I think it would be fun to work in a used bookstore or a coffee shop. It’d be cool if there was a business that had the two in one!” you mused out loud.

He chuckled. “I actually know of a place in town. It is near the studios where they film movies on the north end of town. I can give you the name of the place and just tell them I sent you. The owner is a friend of mine and a retired cop.” He tells you.

You look at him in surprise. “Really?” you ask. He nods and pulls out his notepad again. He flips to a new page and writes down the name, the owner’s name and pulls out his phone to look up the phone number. He writes the phone number down and then puts his own name and phone number under it.

“Here, my name and number is at the bottom. If you have any questions or need anything, let me know. I have your number and will keep in touch to see how you’re doing with relocating.” He tells you.

You thank him and hear Scarlet and Aiden coming up the stairs. “My friends are here to get me.” You tell the officer as Scarlet knocks then opens the door and comes in with Aiden.

They look up and see the Officer. “Oh good! How did things turn out?” She asks. The officer tells them he will let you fill them in.

“I need to get going, Miss Harley. You have my number. Keep in contact and we’ll get this worked out for you.” He says. Then heads out to get back to work.

 “You ready to head out?” Aiden asks.

“Let me finish my tea, then we can go.” You reply. They take your luggage and bedding down to the car, then come back up.

“So what are you going to do now?” Aiden asks as you wash your mug in the sink, dry it and put it into the cabinet. You dump out the water from the kettle and set it on the trivet on the counter.

You turn and reply, “I have to move. He knows I live here and as soon as he is released, he will come looking for me. A piece of paper won’t stop him. Restraining orders mean nothing to him.” you tell Aiden.

“On top of that, I just found out when I got home from shopping that the company I work for is closing our branch location so now I have no job to go back to. So on top of needing to move, I now have to find a new job as well.” You sigh.

“Oh Har! Why didn’t you say something earlier!?!” Scarlett exclaimed.

“Because I wanted to celebrate the small accomplishment of not going stir crazy the past three months. I need to get away from this end of town. The officer who was here says there’s a business near the film studios on the north end of town that a friend of his owns. The friend is a retired cop. This officer gave me his friend’s contact info and said to tell him that he referred me to the guy. He thinks his friend might hire me. So I’ll go check that out tomorrow. If he hires me, I guess I will look for a place near there so I can just walk to work since I don’t drive.” You explain.

“I can give you a lift to that end of town tomorrow morning!” Aiden offers. “I have some friends who are filming at the studio and we’re gonna meet up for an early breakfast before they have to go film” he tells you.

“Thanks Aid,” you say, “that would be great.” You reply. “Now I just gotta figure out where to spend the night.” You sigh.

“You’re coming home with me and Scarlett.” Aiden says. “I have a two bedroom place and you can crash in the spare bedroom or out on the couch, it’s up to you.” He tells you.

“Really?!?  That won’t be too awkward for you two?” you ask, surprised. “What are you gonna tell Sam, Scarlett? He won’t be too happy when you don’t come home! And will be pissed if he found out you went home with someone you met at the bar!” you say.

 Scarlett laughs and kisses Aiden then says, “Don’t worry, Har, we talked about it and I’m moving out and breaking up with Sam. Aiden said I can stay here with him as he travels a lot with filming.” Scarlett explains.

You look at Aiden surprised. He gives you a grin and a wink. “Yup. You’re welcome to be her roommate if ya like.” You thank him, but tell them you will only agree to stay till you can find your own place. “Though I won’t mind coming over to hang out with you two and your friends, Aiden.” You amend.

He chuckles and winks.

 You all head out and you make sure all the lights are shut off and you lock the door to the apartment.

The three of you head to Aiden’s car and climb in. He drives you both to his place and they help you carry in your suitcases. You opt for the bedroom and they take the luggage in there.

You look around his spacious apartment in awe. “WOW!” you exclaim.

He chuckles. “My room is on the other side, down that hall.” He tells you. “You have your own bathroom in your room and there’s another one for guests in the hallway on your side of the apartment.” He explains and gives you a tour of his apartment. “There’s a pool and hot tub on the ground level along with work out equipment. Feel free to use it whenever you like while you’re here or when you come to visit.” He tells you.

“Wow!” you say again and look at Scarlett in disbelief.” She grins. “I know, Right?!?” she giggles.

You yawn and tell them you’re gonna get to bed. “What time do I need to be ready for, Aiden?” you ask. “Be ready for 6:30am.” He replied. You look at the clock and groan. “Ok. Short night of sleep, I guess.” You reply. He just chuckles.

“See you in the morning, Harley.” He tells you. You nod and watch as he and Scarlett head for his room on the other side of the apartment.

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[ships-inside-your-head]

A Heartwarming Sleepover

When Izuku awoke, trembling all over, his limbs almost frozen, his breath small clouds in the air, it was pitch black. His teeth clattered, his lungs aching from the cold air. Why was it so cold? | "The problem child has disappeared," Aizawa proclaimed in a grave voice. Silence prevailed for a few seconds before they jumped up and put on their work clothes to help with the search. Yes, he had expected that reaction, he thought grimly. | dad might.

A Heartwarming Sleepover

When Izuku awoke, trembling all over, his limbs almost frozen, his breath small clouds in the air, it was pitch black. His teeth clattered, his lungs aching from the cold air. Why was it so cold? With numb hands, he fumbled awkwardly for his cell phone to see what time it was.

1:21 am.

Fantastic. He groaned softly and tried to mumble more into his blanket, hoping to warm himself, but after a few minutes he realized that it was a lost affair. So he went in search of why his room was more like an ice chamber than a bedroom. Yes, he liked it a bit cooler to sleep, but that was clearly too much.

Trembling, he switched on the flashlight on his cell phone and padded to his heater, which turned out to be as icy as his room after a touch. He sighed. It was actually turned on, so it had to be broken if it did not heat. He tightened the blankets around his figure. What should he do? As far as he knew, the common areas were not really heated either and it was forbidden for two students to spend the night in the same room unless they had permission and he certainly would not wake Aizawa-sensei, although he could not do anything.

Izuku considered. If he could not wake Aizawa and he would never disturb the other teachers, maybe he could ...? He bit his lip. It was not the nicest thought, but the plan that had the most chance of success, and he preferred it more than anything else.

He quickly typed on his cell phone until it started to call. It rang for several seconds, and the green-haired youth began to get nervous until the person on the other end picked it up.

"My boy, what's wrong ...?" Mumbled his mentor, probably still drowsy, which he absolutely could not blame. It was an ungodly time to be awakened and he knew how little sleep All Might got in general, which is why his guilty conscience grew stronger, but he had no real choice.

"The heating in my room is broken and it's cold and I'm so cold, All Might-"

"Come over, my boy. I'll talk to  Aizawa and Nezu tomorrow morning. Bring your blanket, unfortunately I have no second for you, "he was so relieved that his teacher immediately understood what he was hinting at and offered it without hesitation. He shuddered violently before putting on shoes, tucking his key, and putting his cell phone in the pocket of his sleep pants, pulling his blanket around him. He hurried out of the dorm and headed for the building where All Might and the rest of the teachers slept. He saw that there was light in a room and as he got closer, the front door opened and there stood the former pro, dressed in his standard white, too big T-shirt and long plaid pajama trousers, his feet were bare. He looked more alert than Izuku would have expected.

"Come in, before you turn into an icicle, instead of the usual fountain," the blond joked lightly, lapping his successor's hair. Automatically Izuku leaned against the elder and enjoyed the warmth and the familiar - always gentle - gesture.

Then an arm wrapped itself around his shoulders and gently pushed him inside the building, Izuku felt relieved. At last there was warmth around him, but he was still shivering. Probably because he was too cold. He was directed down the hall to his mentor's room and he could not help but be excited. He had never been there and was curious about what he would find. What kind of interior design style did he have? His classmates’ rooms reflected their personalities, so he was sure it would be the same with All Might.

His thoughts came to a halt when he saw the practically empty room. White walls, a gray carpet, a tall but narrow wardrobe, a desk swamping with papers, the matching chair and a simple double bed with green sheets and a nightstand next to it with a lamp and a picture frame. That ... that was not what he expected. Not at all. It was so bleak, so ... empty and almost hopeless. Izuku's heart contracted a bit, but pushed it on his cold limbs.

"Why is there a double bed here?" He asked the older man, who smiled sheepishly at him. "A normal bed is too small for me, so I'm mostly lying diagonally," he explained, and Izuku frowned. "But you could just have a bed made for your size or not ...?" But the other waved off. "It works that way too. Now come on, you will not get warmer when you're standing around here, "and then they both started to move, All Might went first across, covered himself, and only then did Izuku lie down, keeping a respectful distance between them, that was still his mentor, his idol, his-

All Might sighed heavily. "Come on, my boy. You're still shivering", he then pulled the boy close so that his head rested on his chest and he held the student in his arms. Izuku stiffened and the older man almost thought he was embarrassed and would break out in a marble storm at any moment, but he had to stop that.

"Just relax and sleep," he murmured, closing his eyes and giving the boy no chance to speak. So the younger one also closed his eyes and, surrounded by warmth and security, it was no wonder he fell asleep soon.

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Aizawa definitely did not like to get up early on a Saturday morning when he did not have to, but even less did he like not knowing if all his students were there or if the first ones were already off. So it came that he shuffled into the dorm of the 1-A with a double espresso in his hand and let his eyes wander over the children. The usual madness had broken out and he did not have the energy to whip them about that, especially since that was the norm and as long as no one was hurt or did anything illegal, he did not care (a big, fat lie, but good that none of them could read minds).

With a sigh he wanted to turn around and shuffle out again when Iida spoke to him. "Aizawa-sensei! Do you know where Midoriya-kun is? "Accompanied by his usual serious expression and robotic hand movements, the blue-haired man looked at him expectantly. The teacher froze. What. "What do you mean?" He asked, maybe Midoriya had just gone ahead to complete his morning workout alone, anything was possible. "Well, he did not show up for breakfast and he was not on the training ground, so I took the liberty of knocking on his door, but no one responded and Midoriya-kun at least makes a sound, even if he does not necessarily get up. "

Aizawa's heart began to race. That ... sounded suspicious. Not good. Without saying another word, he hurried to the problem child's room, took out the universal key, and unlocked the door. An empty room and icy coldness came to meet him. The dark-haired man shuddered. Why was it so cold here? Where was the Midoriya?

Someone stepped behind him and he instantly recognized the bicoloured hair. "Todoroki, do you know why it's so cold here?" He grumbled, looking sharply at the boy, who only shook his head. "It's not me, sensei." He had feared that. All that left only one conclusion: Midoriya was gone and no one knew since when.

He hurried into the teachers' dormitory to drum them together and tell them that a student was missing, and of all the kid, which magically attracted trouble. He grated his teeth. If a villain touched him, he would pay.

He tore open the door loudly, banging it against the wall, and instantly all the teachers present were on alert. "Shouta, what-?"

"The problem child has disappeared," he announced in a grave voice.

Silence prevailed for a few seconds before they jumped up and put on their work clothes to help with the search. Yes, he had expected that reaction, he thought grimly.

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Toshinori was torn from his so restful sleep when he heard a door pop. Well, it was just dull here, but he was trained to be awake instantly with noises. When there were no screams or other fighting sounds, he relaxed his body. But he was awake now and he was thirsty. Too bad he forgot to put a bottle of water on his bedside. He would probably have to get up and go to the communal kitchen.

With a deep sigh, he gently removed the boy from him and stuffed the blankets around the child so that he could continue to sleep. His expression softened. Then he got up and with slippery steps he went outside, directly into the common room, where almost all the teachers were wide awake and in working clothes. He blinked in surprise.

"What happened?" He asked in the round and the others petrified. Aizawa glared at him. "Midoriya is gone, we'll start looking for him now." Toshinori frowned. The young Midoriya was gone? But he was- His eyes widened before he let out a soft laugh. Sharply Aizawa looked at him. "I do not know where the reason is to laugh, Yagi," his colleague hissed harshly, and Toshinori shook his head. "Young Midoriya is safe and all right, Aizawa, I promise you that."

Grimly, he was viewed from narrowed eyes. "Where is the problem child?"

The ex-pro sighed, opening his door wide enough so that one could see in his bed the green mop the boy called hair. "What's he doing in your bed?" Aizawa looked as if he was about to jump the blond's throat. "His heating failed and he called me and asked if he could come here. I literally had to drag him to bed because he was nearly frozen, Aizawa. "

"Why did not he wake me?"

"I do not know, but we should get the heating working again in his room soon. As long as that does not happen, he stays with me. Anyway, I'm still skeptical if he will not get sick. "

"Since when does Midoriya have your cell phone number?" Kayama intervened and caught himself frowning. "For a while, because I had to give him some information," he said, and while it was not entirely wrong, it was not the whole truth, but he was always good at saying something without saying anything say - he had to learn that through the press.

"It's still worrying that he's sleeping in your bed, Yagi-san," Inui growled, though he did not mean it threatening. "It's more worrying that he could have frozen to death, or at least have a case of hypothermia," Toshinori said more reproachfully than he thought, and he realized it himself. "Or that he'd rather wake me than his real class teacher who's in charge of it. But I do not know why he acted that way, we can only ask him, "at these words he looked at Aizawa significantly and the dark-haired buried his lower face in his scarf.

The blond turned to face his room, stepped inside but left the door wide open for the other teachers, and sat down on the bed, the boy was just a motionless, breathing mass, covered in blankets. His mouth twitched amused.

"My boy ... you have to get up, you still have to work out and the day has limited hours," he said softly, stroking the boy's wild hair. He grumbled only unsatisfied and snuggled closer in the pillows. Toshinori sighed. "Come on, you promised to train with me."

"Just five minutes, Dad ..." his successor mumbled softly, definitely drowsy, and kept going as he had before. Toshinori on the other hand ... he froze. He did not  ... but still, he had heard it clearly ... He got up from the bed, went back out into the hall, but this time closed the door behind him and leaned against the wall. He closed his eyes and slowly slid down the wall until he was sitting on the floor, so he did not see the worried glances of his colleagues until Kayama put a hand on his shoulder. "Yagi ... why are you crying?"

He looked up in surprise and touched his cheeks. Indeed. They were wet. He could barely remember when he had cried the last time. It must have been shortly after Nana's death ... But he made no sound, instead he had to shake his head to answer. How should he explain what he had heard? That it felt like breaking his heart because he wished he was his father, but he just was not.

"Hey, Yagi, did the little listener say something?" Yamada asked, taking a few steps closer, and Toshinori made an indefined sound. Normally he would be embarrassed to hear such a sound, but he could not say anything, he would choke on his words, he was sure.

He had often heard that he would be the coolest uncle in the world, that he would be a great brother and a spectacular lover, but ... no one had wanted him as a father before. Only then did he realize how much he wished he had a child, cared for someone, raised and loved this child. But he never had a chance. There was always the fear. What if a villain found his family? What if a natural disaster took place and he could not help because he was not fast enough or because he was in another country? How was he supposed to take care of someone when he was never there? If he always had to keep his civilian identity a secret? He would never want to burden his partner alone, so he gave up this dream, that little bit of hope, for the common good.

The door next to him opened with a soft click and the little green-haired youth staggered out. At first he looked surprised when he saw all the teachers gathered, then his eyes fell on his mentor, who was still sitting on the floor crying. His eyes widened with horror, then he sank to his knees before the blonde.

"A-all-Might! D-do you are in pain again ?! Or a nightmare or- "

The boy did not come further when the person addressed pulled him into a hug and buried his face in the wild hair of his student. Izuku sounded uncertain. "All Might ...?"

"Oh my boy ..." Toshinori whispered emotionally, wrapping his arms around his successor. "I wish I was really your father." It was no more than a whisper, but it echoed down the hall like a shot. Kan froze in his motion to pour the coffee, while Cementoss was so unhappy to swallow his coffee.

A high squeaking could be heard and then his boy burst into tears, clinging closer to his predecessor than before. Izuku babbled something unintelligibly. "What did you say, my boy?" The blonde asked in a trembling voice. He rocked the boy slightly back and forth as if he were a baby and his heart tightened. Of course he had to take that comparison, of course. As if it did not hurt enough anyway.

"I wish it too!" Izuku shouted loudly before he cried out again and buried his face in his mentor's chest to hide the tears. The elder stroked his head with gentle movements.

A steady murmur came from the former No. 1. »I know, my boy. That would be amazing. "In the back of his mind, he realized he was switching from one language to another, as he only did when emotionally agitated.

Neither of them noticed that the teachers withdrew to give them at least a touch of privacy.

For several minutes you could hear only the sniffing of the One-For-All users. "I'll talk to your mother," the older one began. "Maybe I can convince her that I'm allowed to adopt you." Izuku then gave him a beaming smile, though he looked teary. "I'd love that, All Might!"

Toshinori chuckled softly. "I think you should start calling me Dad again, Izuku." The addressed blushed to the hair root and groaning buried his face in his hands. "I really said that, did I not?" The ex-pro laughed out loud. That was enough of an answer for the green-haired, because he made a soft whimper. "That's it. I'll throw myself off the roof to avoid this embarrassment. "

 A laugh again. "Oh son!"

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When Izuku let it slipp in public for the first time, Todoroki's nearly mad grin could be seen.

"Hey Dad, can I get my papers quickly? I forgot them in the classroom. "

"Of course, my boy!", For the Midoriya there was a thumbs up and a big smile from All Might.

Todoroki looked as if Christmas had come earlier. The rest of the class accepted it with a shrug.

And every time Izuku called the former No. 1 hero Dad, both he and everyone got used to it more and more. It was not like it had changed much between their relationship - it just got confirmed and made official.