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Love this concept, poor Reader though !!!!
Ahhhhhhhhh !!!
YANDERE PAPA AIZAWA X MEDIUM READER
You clicked the buzzer in the front gate to the large mansion, and it made a loud ringing sound.
“Mr Aizawa? Yes you called me early in the morning yesterday about your… problem. I’m here now to start the assessment of your home” you spoke into the speaker as loud as you could, you were up on your tiptoes trying to reach it, and you hoped the man could hear you. Your hopes were answered when a loud buzz sounded and the gate unlatched, there was something so odd about this, such an old home with new electronics. He didn’t say anything to you, but you could feel him watching you, wether it was from within the house, or from some hidden camera.
When the gates fully opened you made your way inside, starting the long trek on foot to the mansion. Now to the normal person this might look like an appliance or insurance visit, but you weren’t a mainstream worker, you were special. Ever since you were little you’d always seen people that weren’t there, heard songs linger in the air that weren’t playing, and talked to people that no one else could see. Some called you insane, some said you’d inherited hallucinations from your father, but the others knew what you really had. You could see ghosts, hear them, interact with them. You never understood why, but some things just were, and this is one of them.
So instead of enrolling yourself in some mental facility where you would rot away drowning in medicine and apple sauce, you’d made a business off of it, “l/n’s median services” you’d named it.
And while some thought it was bullshit, thought this was a scam, some were too desperate to care. Usually the people who called you were riddled with reminders of their pasts, children that died twenty years ago, wives that had passed of cancer, old women from thousands of years ago, they couldn’t see them like you could, but they knew that these things were there. So they call you.
Like this man, he’d called in yesterday about his own home, clearly he was rich because he’d offered you almost 5 times your price if you could come the next day. Even thought he told you little to no details about this work, Obviously you accepted. But as you walked the long trail down to his large home, you couldn’t help but regret that decision, this didn’t feel like your average appointment where an old mother just wanted to feel sane in her own home, didn’t feel like you should be here. But here you are. By the time you’d made it to the front double doors the doubt festered in your mind, but it was far too late to turn back. So you knocked thrice like he’d told you over the call.
This man was odd, he refused to tell you any details about why he wanted you here, he just told you to come at 3:00 tommorow afternoon and knock three times in his front door and you would be let in. All he gave you were those directions and his name. But as the front doors were pulled open and out popped a middle aged man with black hair and a scruffy beard, yoh couldn’t help but notice how normal he looked.
“You’re y/n l/n?”
“Yes sir, l/n median’s only employee”
“Alright, you may come in”
And he went silent, creaking open the door for you to slide in, just for him to slam it behind you, it made you slightly jump. His eyes traveled all the way down you, assessing you, before he apparently deemed you okay and began walking, you expecte d that he wished you to follow, so you did.
“Ah- sir” you begun speaking, trying to keeps up with him as he swiftly walked down a long corridor. He barely spared you a glance before continuing his walk, clearly this man didn’t get out much, usually rich people that lived in big houses like this were socialites, the Aizawa family was well off enough to be known through town, but never talked about much. He looked sad, his face downturned with frown wrinkles across the corners of his mouth, probably because of what you were here for.
“Call me Aizawa.” He curtly told you, quickening his pace doesn’t he hallway, along the way he grabbed a large key from his pocket, and once you’d come across a large door, he begun unlocking all the large locks in the door.
“Ah yes- Aizawa sir, do you mind if I ask what my purpose is here today? I just kinda need to know what I’m dealing with so I can be prepared” you questioned, slightly nervous, you never really did big jobs in places like this, but creepy places worth millions upon millions. So obviously you were uneasy, but there was also something about this man. You couldn’t quite place your finger on it.
“My daughter. She died quite some time ago, but I think her presence still remains”
“Oh- well- Um. Why do you think so?” Yoh couldn’t place it but there was something that intimidated you about this man, maybe it was his 6’6 stature or the way he looked so angry at the world, but your internal alarms were blaring with red, telling you that this is a man you should be scared of.
“I hear her laughing, sometimes during the night I’ll hear little footsteps by my bed, and her old toys will be thrown about the house even though I don’t move them.” He was very short with his answer, but it was enough information to tell you that he wasn’t some crazy who just wanted to find a real ghost, that this was his real daughter. You could tell by the tone in his voice, it was pained, angry. You spent a little bit looking at his face, the daughter must have died pretty young, considering the use of little footsteps and toys.
“Uhm- how old was she? And- and how did it happen? Was it natural or did… someone else cause it.” You knew not to refer to death directly with these kinds of people, after so long they were still mourning and anything could flick them off, even with calm and collected people like this man- Aizawa, he might break down at the thought.
“She was just older than 2, she’d barely learned how to walk yet. And she had a bad heart, there were some complications at birth that the doctors hadn’t thought to look into, and one day she just… didn’t wake up” you didn’t meet his gaze as he spoke, hearing about children specifically dying made you feel sick, especially when the parent’s the one speaking. You didn’t notice how his gaze lingered for far too long.
“I’m so sorry for your loss, uhm- did she have any nicknames you called her, pet names even? Any specific toys or things she liked? And- do you by chance have a photo? I just need something to connect with so I can communicate with her better” your hands waved about while you spoke, and you talked so fragilely, almost like anything you would say would set this man off.
“Ah yes, when she was a baby her mother always called her daisy, it’s on her gravestone actually- and she used to love the yarn rag dolls I would make for her. As for pictures- I have one from a few days before she passed.” His voice was hushed, almost like he hadn’t spoken about this poor child in a long time. Eventually the two of you slowed to a stop, and he pulled out a few photos, and a woven rag doll with red yarn for hair. You winced at the mention of a gravestone, no parent should have to bury their child.
He placed one of his rough hands against the small of your back to guide you into another hallway, this one was shorter, smaller, there were messily drawn photos hung up from the walls, toys scattered about the floor, and a few small dresses hanging over chandeliers. Before you could ask what this all was he spoke up, squeezing you close to him. Yoh would call him out on touching you, but your sympathy ran too strong at the moment.
“This was her hallway where she mainly stayed, her room’s to the left, and her playroom to the right, at the end of the hallway is my room where she would sometimes sleep, and the room next to that is where she would take her naps… that’s where she died.” He pointed to the rooms as he walked down the hallways with you, holding you tight.
“Okay. This is probably the best spot, I don’t need much to see her, it’s all natural, but- can If you can hold my hand? I know it- it’s stupid but sometimes the noises make me feint or fall and I just- I just need someone to catch me or I’ll get hurt” you pointed o the scar on your forehead where you’d fallen before, a loud shriek had sounded through an old apartment and it had made you fall down a flight of stairs. Usually you would have one of your friends come with you, but you felt like you could trust this man… oddly enough. He smiles for once at your request, warmly offering up his hand.
“Oh yes that’s alright, I’ll be here if you need me to catch you, always.” You chose to ignore the last line, and just intertwined your fingers with his own. Then, holding the photos in your hand, and the rag doll, you began deepening your breathing, just separating yourself from the atmosphere around. You breathed in and breathed out, in, out, in, out, in out. Until your felt a bump on your legs,
“Daisy? Are you here?”
And saw a toddler running past
The small girl paused after running into you, and stared at you for a good long moment, before raising her arms up as if to ask you to lift her, you bent down and held up the doll for her, but before you could touch her she vanished. So you continued walking
“Did you see her? Is she here? Did she say anything? Did she look hurt?” Aizawa blurted our questions one after another, but you brought your finger up to your lips to respectfully silence him. Loud noises scared ghost children away, especially voices.
“Daisy? Can you come out to see me? I have your daddy with me. Don’t you want to see him again?” You attempted to coax the girl out of wherever she was hiding, to no avail. As you walked passed the different rooms a sweet smell got stronger and stronger. Until you started seeing small flashes, pictures really, in your mind. One was of the small girl in her fathers lap as a newborn, her mothers dead body not far away, must’ve died at birth. The next was of the girl crawling, playing with one of the dolls. And the next was the girl, now with longer hair and less chubby cheeks, having her picture taken, the same picture you were holding in her hand.
The last photo was of the girl sitting in a crib, letting out a small whimper, before going completely silent.
“Daisy? Please come out so we can talk, I promise I’m here to make you feel better.”
Then you heard the little putter of her running feet against the hardwood floor, felt the man beside you’s hand squeeze, and then felt her bump into you one more time. Instead of a giggle, or a smile thought, her face held a deep set frown, tears flowed freely down her face, but no noise came out of her mouth, something was wrong. Then she pointed to the room next to aizawas bedroom, and you got a glimpse of the interior. And gasped.
“What? What’s wrong? Is she still here? Did she fall? What did you see?” Aizawa asked more questions, noticing how your face fell, how your eyes were burned out into the threshold of that door. Your breathing turned heavy, and the smell now washed over you and clogged up your nose. What the hell.
Girls. So, so many girls stared back at you from that room. They all looked similar to that baby, but not the same, they had the same h/c colored hair, the same e/c eyes, and the same s/c skin, but each was slightly different. One thing they had in common, was their eyes, they were hollow, like the life had been sucked out of them. It took you a few seconds for you to hear them, but eventually you did. They all muttered the same things.
“Get out now. Run. Leave. You’re the real one. He wants you. He doesn’t want us. You have to leave. You’re the real one. Run. Run. RUN” they screamed at you, you pretended you weren’t seeing anything scary, that you weren’t seeing anything wrong. Your words came out shaky and misplaced, but they let the man think what you were trying to get him to. You didn’t realize it until it was too late, you had e/c eyes, you have h/c hair, and you had s/c skin, but your face wasn’t different from the little girls. It looked so similar,
too similar.
“Daisy, you’re free now, go see your mother, you can leave sweetheart, just leave.” You spoke to the little girl and she nodded with a smile, and in a second, she vanished. All the girls vanished too, the noise stopped, the voices stopped, and the presence, left the house. They were all gone, you’d done your job. But they’d left you.
“Is that it? Was she okay? Are you done now?” He continued with his questions, now his hands were placed firmly against your shoulders, pressing down. His face held a factor of something different, not maliceful, almost love. He knew you’d lied.
“Y-yes. Her soul is gone from this place now- i- you don’t have to pay me anything- I have to go now. Thank you for your time sir. “ you sped through your words like a race, too fearful to sit down with this man and discuss how much he owed. Maybe you falsely judged his character to be a good person, there was something different behind his eyes, maybe you never noticed it, maybe it just appeared, but it was clear this man didn’t just bring you here to get rid of his dead daughter. And you didn’t want to find out what that reason was. So you turned around and made your way back down the hallway and towards the main front room, but before you could even take more than three steps he caught your wrist with his callused hands.
“That’s a cute little act you got there, walk around for a little bit and ask if she’s gone, just to cover up your own secrets” his hand clenched gently at your own, holding you tight enough to keep you from moving, enough to keep the fear pumping high in your veins. Yoh didn’t want to join all of those ghosts in that room, all of them who look something like you. You didn’t understand his words, nor did you want to, at this point you were just focused on getting out of this place.
“Sir- please let go of me- I don’t know what you’re thinking but I don’t have any secrets- o- I can actually see them- you’re daughter is gone-“ he didn’t listen to your pleading as he held onto your wrist tightly, you dug your heels into the ground and threw your body weight forward in attempts to free yourself from his grip. But to no avail, he was far taller than you, a bulky man with broad shoulders and heavy set muscles. You couldn’t fight him if you wanted to. Fuck.
“Sweetheart, I told you to call me Aizawa. And as far as I can see, my daughter is right here, with me” you spun around, confused. You’d seen the girl fade into nothing, fizzle into another realm you considered to be death. She wasn’t here anymore, not that you could see. Was it possible that she was still haunting her father?
“No. No I watched her go, she’s free. Let me go mr Aizawa. Please-“
“My daughter never died.” The phrase was simple, yet it still sent your head spinning, was this man delusional? Or were you? You’d seen those memories so vividly, almost as if they were your own, and those girls, ten or twelve of them, all similar versions of you. If that little girl didn’t die then who was it? No, no that was her ghost. She’s dead. But what if it wasn’t. Does that mean that/ this guy tried to find his daughter? and just grabbed any girl from wherever? But why were they all ghosts now? Wait. He killed them, including that little girl. Looking for his daughter. Oh god. Oh god oh god oh god.
In your moment of confusion, he took up your ceased struggling as an advantage to bend over and loop his arms under your legs and the small of your back, lifting you up off the wooden flooring into a cradle. Before you could question him he spoke up.
“She did have a heart attack, but an ambulance came and pumped her full of medicine, after she was healed they took her from me. Apparently the government believed I was too violent to be around her. So they took her. Not her. They took you” it was then that you could see where this was going, he was delusional the , sure you grew up in the foster care system, but they’d told you your parents were in jail. Not crazy or violent. Once the idea set in your mind, that’s when the initial panic ceased, and it now turned into a full blown tsunami of fear and anxiety. What would this man do to you.
“N-no- I saw her- I saw them. She’s dead- they’re all dead. I- I have to go. Let. Me. Go” you, surprisingly calmly spoke, the beginnings of tears begun to trickle down your cheeks, and you kicked and scratched at his chest. But it didn’t work, it wouldn’t. He smiles lovingly at you, how hadn’t you noticed these signs before? All the doting looks, the way his voice was laced with love. How had you mistaken all that for coldness?
“Oh no oh no- don’t cry Daisy. There’s no need to be scared! I’ll take very good care of you, you’re my daughter after all, my sweet little baby that I lost. Don’t you worry. I’m here now, daddy’s here” he soothed and wiped your tears off your face, his hands were rough, but gentle, you couldn’t help but flinch away from him at his touch.
“I-I’m not your daughter. Sir I swear. Please- please just let me go” you were begging now, humiliating yes, but you were desperate now, the knowledge of the weight of the situation now laid heavy in your brain. Your voice began to crack, and you could feel your resolve beginning to bend into nothing, anything that was holding your emotions in had broken. And you began sobbing, screaming even, anything to finally get him off of you. He assumed it was just your confusion, this must be overwhelming right? So he tried to soothe you, bouncing up and down slightly and patting your back slowly, not understanding that he was the real reason this was happening to you.
“Don’t worry baby- I have all you need here. My pretty little one, I’m so glad to have you back” he coped, brushing that h/c hair out of your face, if just made you sob even harder.
In the midst of your tantrum, just in the corner of your peripheral vision, you caught a glimpse of a girl. Once again that looked like you, just smaller, younger. You reached out to her with one arm, sobbing the worlds “help” or “please” , his touch felt suffocating now. Your parents were dead, he was just a delusional man doing insane things. You refused to believe that your entire life is a lie.
“You did this to us. He wanted you. But he got us. We got hurt because of you. You did this yoh did this you did this. This is
All
Your
Fault”
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If you couldn’t tell, I just watched a bunch of paranormal horror movies and now feel the need to write paranormal oneshots.
This was a request sent by message, so it doesn’t show up. It was super super fun to write though.
Please. Please. PLEASE tell me if it’s hard to understand!
Have a great day today! Goodnight my lovely readers!
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Heyyy 🤍
I wanted to request a platonic father Aizawa, in which his daughter is really stressed and he finds her crying, almost in the border of a panic attack. And how he helps her, etc.
A little context of this request is that today i had a panic attack hahaha. So basicly confort and a slight angst ñ.
Thanks love 🤍
she/her reader (f/f) - favorite food tw: panic attacks, yandere undertones but not so much because I accidentally mixed up requests, so I did tone it down extremely so that it was just father Aizawa but because of that i had to cut some scenes, so sorry if it's like messy.
sorry for the late response, internship is depleting my energy levels like a fucking leech (love my internship though) <3
this isn't my best piece since I kept the panic attack vague as there are many ways to like have a panic attack so I didn't want to be too specific.
Reader always had been an anxious child, that's why Aizawa Shouta wasn't a fan of her being a hero student. Even as a support student.
While she inherited his quirk, she was rather talented in science and making support items, so she chose the support route.
Shouta saw it as a comprise, this way she won't be involved in direct combat and she would still be able to live her 'dream'.
"Reader?" Shouta called out as he opened the door of their apartment, he had come home late after a rather nasty fight with Shigaraki. "I brought you back some (f/f)."
That was something he rather often did when he got back from a nasty fight that was actually on TV. Ever since his new class, he wasn't really an 'underground' hero anymore, so his fights were more available to the public. The downside of that was that Reader could watch them.
He heard a rather loud sob and he saw his daughter wrapped up in a banket, watching TV, the news sender. "Oh, baby." Aizawa cooed instantly, thinking she was crying because of his fight. He placed the food on the table and rubbed his baby's shoulders. Pulling her in for a side hug. "Papa is okay."
Well he was right to some extent, Reader wasn't just crying for her father. She was crying about her support items, she had given her papa a prototype of one of her eye-creams (which she made with recovery-girl as a trying something new thing) and a taser that paralyzes the person at the receiving end for like an hour or two, so why didn't he use them?
He could have ended the fight quicker and less injured, Reader was panicking because she thought her items weren't good enough. That they failed her papa when he needed them. When Reader didn't make a sound besides heavy breathing and sobbing when Shouta pulled her in for a hug, he realized that something else was going on as well.
"Petal?" Reader was too quit for Shouta's liking, so he pulled the weighted blanket over her. She was either having a panic attack or mad at him, so he'll comfort her until she's able to tell him what she wants. "I'm going to keep hugging you, okay?"
He felt a weak nod but Reader was still breathing too quickly for his liking. "Now, I am going to do some breathing exercises, wanna do them with me?"
She didn't respond so Shouta silently started to guide her breathing and when she was breathing properly he whispered comforting words in her ears.
"Papa?" Reader asked softly. "D-did my taser fail you?"
"Huh?" Shouta asked confused, then it clicked to him, the prototype. "Oh, papa lend it out to Midoriya, my biggest problem child, remember him?"
Reader nodded, Midoriya often hung out with her in Recovery girl's room because he usually got injured a lot but also because she made a cream to help with his joints but that cream needs recovery-girls quirk to be made.
"He keeps getting in trouble so I gave him your taser, since it has multiple uses so that he can run instead of fighting."
"...So you didn't hate it?"
"No, I love it baby." Shouta cooed, his poor baby was rather insecure and weak. He really shouldn't let her watch the hero news-channels, perhaps he should just keep her safe and sound in the apartment. (the league of villains have been becoming way more aggressive and calculating for his liking). "I love everything you make me, you know?"
"But you would tell me if I need to improve?" Reader asked softly, she needed an answer to that, so that she could be for sure if he was sincere about his compliments and feedback.
"Of course, whenever have I sugar-coated anything?" He grinned up to his daughter with his trade-mark shit eating grin. Reader chuckled weakly, she felt better now, but the small voice in her head was still bullshitting her. (At least for Shouta would it always be bullshit, and Reader? Well she'll need some convincing)
"Never."
"Exactly, how about I call in sick tomorrow and we go to a cat café huh?"
Hope you like it<33
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Could you do Platonic Yanderes Endeavor (reformed), Aizawa, Present Mic, with a child darling who wears a mask and basically said screw hero life and became a vigilante + them finding out there a kid under the mask
Child Vigilante Reader | Yandere Boku No Hero Academia
They recognized that you were short and the words you’d say sounded funny in your deep voice modulator. But it still came as a surprise when they pulled that mask off your face to reveal the lightly battered face of a young child:
Aizawa Shota
Just by your height and general instinct as a hero he’s always putting a protective arm in front of you
And he figures your young with your insistent yells that ‘you’re not a kid’
Only to pick up your injured body taking off your mask to check if your okay
Only to be filled with an overwhelming urge to protect you as he registered how little you are
You’re his kid now
No questions asked
He takes you to his home, having had you checked up by the doctors
He’ll do his research find out what you’re homelife is like
when you don’t show up and a fuss isn’t raise he takes it upon himself to officially adopt you
“You’re not my dad!”
“Your papers don’t say so!”
“Then give ‘em to me I’ll burn it now!”
“No!”
He’s used to dealing with rowdy kids
And he’s willing to deal with your now unpowered fits
And most animosity is cleared up when he gives you some food
You’ll try to run away but he catches you everytime
And eventually you’ll fall into a cycle
Where you join him as you fight crime
Then you go home and live the domestic life with Aizawa
He doesn’t stop you until he feels like its too dangerous and when you’re lured into a false sense of security
“Sorry kid, I can’t have you getting hurt. Trust me this is an act of love.”
Hizashi Yamada
He probably quietly follows you at the end of a long day
Doing the thing he’s never doing around you: Being Quiet
Usually he doesn’t mind working with you
After a couple attempts to bring you in he doesn’t anymore
And instead just works in harmony with you
Usually joking and bantering with you to turn down all his jokes
But he’s horrified to know that your a kid
Young enough to be his kid is so nonreactive to his animated actions
What made you so serious!?
He does the same as Aizawa
Finds out your homelife and legally takes control
“Whazzup kiddo! Guess who’s your new daddy!?”
“A bumbling frat boy idiot-hero?”
“Ack! H-how do you even know to insult me like that!?”
He’s not the best at catching you if you try to run away
But you’re so lucid you’ll end up willingly moving in with him
because child services
He tries
He really does
But you’re such a little adult you end up teaching him how to properly take care of you
He doesn’t really restrict you because you seem like you’re so smart
You usually outsmart him enough to keep doing your vigilante work
But the one time he outsmarts you, he might get some help you’re stuck
At least for this major battle you were prepared to die defeating
“Sorry baby bird, but I can’t have you getting hurt. That’s for your papa to deal with!”
Todoroki Enji (Reformed)
“And you’ll be going away for a loong time.”
“Yes…thank you for your help with this one.”
“Of course! Always happy to help!”
“...”
“...”
“...Now reveal yourself to me!”
“Hey!? Let me go!”
He’s suspected you were young from the beginning
And it infuriates him now
That some idiot father of yours would let you run around like this
They’re probably as bad as he was
And he can’t let that be
So he’ll go to your family’s home
And tear them a new one
Practically bullying them into signing adoption papers or at the very least making you meet up with him weekly daily
He’s such an old man
Lecturing you about how you dress
Scolding you when he finds you fighting villains
He’ll force a bunch of tracking devices and bugs in your room
So that he can keep you safe
And when it gets real he doesn’t mind locking you wherever he decides is best
“I’ve done…a lot of horrible things. I’ve hurt my family. I’ve hurt my fans. And you’ll probably hate me but you need me to protect you, to guide you. So trust me, this is for your own good.”
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Yabdere Hawks vs Yandere Aizawa
A/N: Since everyone said yes to the yandere Vs yandere I decided to do it I let my good old friend ash choose and she pick these silly goobers!
(and yes this is apart of the scarlet which reader series)
Aizawa Vs Hawks (Both platonic)
• now Aizawa never liked hawks he thinks he's a bad influence before he met you he thinks he's a bad influence even before he met you now he got someone to prioritize AND knowing that he's obsessed with you as well oh he's going to be angry papa mod
•Hawks Loves to spend time with you wanting to teach you how to fly by using your witch powers he loves to see you smile and pinch your cheeks and hug you but Aizawa would always shoo him away when you and him have a fun time whenever you and hawks hang out he would always try to spam call you to see if you were ok
he notices how Shouta will nonstop call you every time and whenever you pick up he will come you for not picking it up early hawks tried to reassure him that he was alright but was surprised when he threatened Hawks to not go near you he was shocked honestly but was calm reassuring he will but deep down he was pissed
•Aizawa would always make you hang with your classmates more than ever now whenever you're going out to hang with hawks Aizawa would always tell you to bring tokoyami with you
•Hawks would sometimes sneak you out to go have a sibling night playing all the games and joining you if not cheering you on making sure no stranger will talk to you and giving you many prizes and at the end of it all he gives u a keychain of himself and puts you to bed unaware that he was watching you sleep then decided to leave
•Aizawa began to notice some changes about you, how you would sleep in the middle of the class, you would always bring in Hawks merch whether be a key chain or a notebook and would see you having big prizes he got curious so he put a camera in your room when you weren't there and when he found out you were sneaking out oh he was PISSED he grounded you for a month and took away the hawks merch from you and threaten hawks to not interfere with you or he's dead
•When Hawks heard you for grounded he was heart he tried to text you but it seems like Aizawa took that too and when he saw you through your window he saw poor little you crying his little scar was crying ok now he's pissed as well
•and so now there's 2 pissed pros here about to fight to the death needless to say the fight didn't go well and now both are in the hospital
•In the aftermath they still hate each other but they don't fight in front of you whenever Aizawa hugged he glares at Hawks while Hawks deadly glares at him and would brag off each other about who's the best at taking care of you Hawks would be taking selfies of yin and him having fun at different places and would post them publicly (because he knew Aizawa would see it) and Aizawa would give you access to the teacher's lounge and hang have cuddle time after class so you can brag it off to Hawks
#yandere bnha#tw obsessive behavior#tw stalking#tw yandere#yandere ua#yandere aizawa#yandere hawks#platonic yandere#bnha fluff
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Title: Meeting the 1-A students!
Character(s): Student of UA Class 1-A (BNHA)
Warnings/tags: Slowburn platonic yandere, fem!child!reader, reader has a healing quirk, the obsessions themes are not obvious here but will happen at one point so just in case I am putting this here.
Little healer here! list
Okay but like imagine the school year starts and like you finally meet the students of class 1-A. Right beside Recovery girl, you were introduced together with her as someone who will be healing them if they were to get hurt. After all the hero profession was never really safe. Shyly you said hello to the students a little more used to it after greeting the other classes. And like most classes, almost all the students started to coo at how adorable you were. Mina was especially fond of you grabbing you for a hug.
You watched them introduce themselves and a few caught your eyes more so than others.
Deku was one of them as you remember him breaking that huge robot at the entrance exam unable to follow Recovery girl that time you sat right beside Aizawa as Mic told you to watch potential future students take the entrance test.
"Mister is very strong! I saw mister on the TV when you punched that big robot!" You gave a huge punch in the air mimicking him. Izuku was flustered at your praises and the fact that you watched him fight the robot wondering if it was really okay for a small child like you to be watching life-and-death scenarios and breaking bones.
After the first introduction Class 1-A always greeted you whenever you guys meet in the halls. You have become a sort of helper to the teachers, moving medic room to the teachers' room sometimes to classrooms often to hand out something another teacher had asked you to give to another teacher or student.
"Aizawa sensei told me to call you to the teacher's office!" You told Mineta smiling brightly at him when he had an expression of dread.
Aoyama always tells you how shiny he was, showing off to a kid his handsomeness which you looked enthusiastically at tho Aizawa wasn't all that sure when you told him about it. Though Aoyama was much more preferred than Mineta all things considered, Aizawa had to sit down with you one on one, one time to have you promise him never to listen to what he says.
No teacher was happy nor was Hawks who called Aizawa stating that you have been saying that big boob heroes are the best because one of his students managed to tell you that when the girls weren't looking.
You were quick to befriend Asui and Uraraka along with Izuku and Ida. Mina too was super fun to hang around with!
The moment they found out that you were adopted by the pro hero Hawks nobody could believe it!
"P-p-pro H-hero H-h-h-Hawks?!!" Deku partially yelled in surprise as he stared at you shocked. "So that was why Hawks was pictured in the news buying kid's clothes," Uraraka said blinking in surprise but way less shocked than Deku really.
"I did see him visit here a few times. Was it to pick you up ribbit?" You nodded at Asui smiling cheerfully. "Mr. Hawks always picks me up after work! If he comes back late then I will stay with Aizawa sensei, or Mic sensei or Recovery Girl sensei till he comes back!"
Everybody was staring at you both in surprise but also curiosity save for some. "Hey! What is it like living with the pro hero hawks?" Mina asked curiously by your side a finger on her chin. "Is he good at cooking?" You were quick to nod at her words, "Mister Hawks makes the best pancakes!"
Questions after questions were asked and you tried to answer them all. Tenya Ida tried to help calm down all the students but it was difficult when all of them were just so excited.
"Hey, I got a question!" Kaminari raised a hand, leaning from his seat to you. His face was curious if not a bit confused. "Why do you call Hawks mister? Since he adopted you shouldn't you call him dad or papa?"
It was an innocent question really, yet it made you silent as other students all looked at you. They noticed it too how you would always call pro-hero hawks mister. Yet it seems that you were taken by surprise and unable to say anything. Fidgeting from your place, quiet and hesitant.
Some students noticed how sensitive this question was. Concern on their face as they glance at you, Deku was about to cut in when they heard a bonk to the head. "Dunce face, what are you an idiot?" Bakugo seemed to have hit Kaminari on the head with his fist. Quickly changing the main character in the room to him. Bakugo immediately told him that he shouldn't butt into other people's personal lives and that it got nothing to do with him. Some students flinched at what he said, seeing that they did ask way too many questions about your life.
You just watched Bakugou yell at Kaminari silently.
Maybe it was then you also noticed him and started following him around when you can much to the annoyance of Bakugou.
#boku no hero academia#my hero academia#hawks#bnha writing#bnha scenarios#bnha imagines#platonic yandere bnha#mha writing#mha imagines#platonic yandere mha#bnha fanfiction#bnha drabble#platonic yandere#platonic fluff#platonic imagine
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Meant to be Yours
By:fairystar111
Rating: Gen
Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia
Summary:
He did it. He got away, but at what cost Why is it so difficult to be away from his kidnappers? Can he even call them that anymore? Katsuki thought life would be better once he escaped the League. But why is everything so different from what he remembered? Has his life always been this bad? Why can’t he stop wishing for the home he left behind?
Characters: Bakugo Katsuki, Tomura Shigaraki/Dabi | Touya Todoroki, Spinner | Suuichi Iguchi, Kurogiri, Magne | Kenji Hikiishi, Mr.Compress | Sako Atsuhiro, Himiko Toga, Twice | Jin Bubaigawara, Hawks | Keigo Takami, Eraserhead | Aizawa Shouta, All Might | Yagi Toshiniri, Nezu, Class 1-A.
Tags: Stalking, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Obsessive Behavior, Possessive Behavior, Platonic Yandere,Emotional Manipulation, Yandere Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Yandere Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Parental Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Parental Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, parental yandere, Stockholm Syndrome, Claiming Bites, Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Subtle EraserMight, Morally Grey Nezu (My Hero Academia), Corrupt Hero Public Safety Commission.
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“Daddy, let go! I want to go play with Himiko!” Bakugo whined, trapped in between his parents in their nest. Dabi was lazily playing with his hair while Shigaraki had a firm grip around his waist.
Shigaraki squinted down at the pup locked in his arms. “Do you think you deserve to leave the nest today?”
The boy puffs out his cheeks, huffing, “Yes! I’ve been very good; I've been listening to you and Papa, and I haven’t been naughty lately.” He could feel Himiko across the pack bond, urging him to come play with her, getting more impatient the longer she had to wait.
“Hmm, so it wasn’t you that ate the snacks I had stashed in my nightstand?” Tomura chuckled when he felt the pup’s shock, then guilt buzz through the bond.
“Okay, maybe a little naughty, but Daddy, please, I’m bored.” Bakugo would have never thought to whine like this to his biological parents, but things were different with the League. Despite being kidnapped by them, he's never felt more safe to express his desires. Whatever they may be.
“Come on, just let him go; we need to meet up with that recruit I’ve been telling you about and will be gone anyways. There’s no point in leaving him here alone.” Dabi said aloud, before whispering, “Plus a bored Katsuki is a naughty Katsuki. If we let him tire himself out playing, he'll be all sleepy and sweet by the time we get home, and we won't have to struggle putting him down for bed.” into the Alpha’s ear.
Several beats of silence pass, then, “...Fine. I won’t punish you for stealing this time, though in the future I'd prefer if you'd ask for permission first. You know we’d give the world if you wanted it, puppy. All you have to do is be a good boy and ask.” Tomura said sternly.
“I'm sorry, Daddy. I promise I'll ask from now on…Can I go now?” Bakugo answered, not sounding all that apologetic and more impatient than anything.
An exaggerated sigh of exasperation “Yes,” Tomura responded, a deadpan expression on his face.
“Okay, bye Papa! Bye Daddy!” Katsuki kissed Dabi on the forehead and nuzzled his cheek, leaving his scent on him, attempting to leave the nest only to be caught by his scruff and turned right around.
“And where’s my goodbye kiss?” Tomura grumbled, narrowing his eyes at the pup.
“Do you deserve a goodbye kiss?” The boy shot back cheekily. Feeling warm as his Papa snorted and looked away, snickering into his palm.
The Alpha let out a playful growl before pouncing on the pup. “You little brat! You know I was going to let you get away with it, but maybe you do need a punishment.”
“Whatever, I can take it.” Katskui scoffed, crossing his arms and playfully glaring up at the Alpha with a petulant pout.
Shigaraki teased, “Oh, you think you're tough? We’ll see about that.” He clawed up his hands and dug them into the unsuspecting pup's stomach, tickling him mercilessly.
“Haha–No-ahah-wait–hehe, stop! He yelled out through his laughs, though it did nothing to slow down Shigaraki.
“Oh? What happened to Mr. I can take it? Is this too much for you?” Tomura mocked the rapidly flushing boy, speeding up and pulling even more cute giggles out of him.
“Papa, help!-Haha-Stop him!” Bakugo turned to Dabi pleading.
Only for the scarred man to say, “You dug your own grave, baby; now you can lay in it.” and start tickling his neck too.
“Okay! Okay! I–haha-get–ah-it! I’m–haha-sorry! You d-deserve–hehe–k-kisses–ahaha–t-too!”
“Damn right I do. Well? I'm waiting.” The Alpha taunted, looking down at the still-giggling pup with adoring eyes. His baby, who had been pumping out nothing but contentment and happiness through the bond ever since he’s taken his claim. Who is looking up at him like Tomura himself raised the sun and moon just for him. It makes his chest so tight with an emotion he never thought someone like him could have, love. He feels so much love for this feisty little pup, it feels like his chest could burst. He sends the flood of emotions through the bond and watches as the boy's eyes glaze over and cheeks flush, purrs slipping out of him loud enough to rattle his chest. Tomura releasing his own raspy purrs when he feels the boys love flooding the bond in return.
Katsuki dropped a feather-like kiss onto the man's cheek, nuzzling his nose, leaving behind his sweet caramel scent and taking the Alpha’s scent of dust and morning dew with him. He nuzzled his Papa’s cheek one last time, relishing in the comforting smokey scent of campfire and roasted marshmallow. He almost gets lost in the haze of pheromones and emotions, content to lay in the nest soaking in his parents' love and affection. It's only when he’s tapped on the nose and Papa says, “Don’t you have somewhere to be?” that he remembers what he was supposed to be doing.
He slowly makes his way to the edge of the nest, looking back at his parents for their approval before he finally makes his way out. He gets their permission in the form of an affirming chuff and a, “Alright baby, have fun; we'll see you later.”
As he makes his way down the halls towards Toga’s room. He can’t help but think about how crazy his life used to be. He used to spend his days so angry and repressed, always focused on the next violent action that could help take his mind off the pain. Training his quirk until sundown and studying late into the night, often forgetting to eat and sleep, all to become the world's next greatest hero. Now all he does is laze around like a spoiled pet, getting steady affection from everyone around him and being loved. He hardly needs an escort anymore and is free to roam around as he pleases so long as he gets permission first. He's even going back to school! Online, of course, but he finds it so much easier to focus on his studies when he doesn’t have to worry about keeping his classification hidden. He hasn't mentioned hero studies to his parents, and he probably won't. He doesn't want to poke that bear when things are so good right now.
Aside from schoolwork, he keeps busy by trying to play video games with Daddy and Spinner. Key word: trying, because Tomura wipes the floor with them every time. He’s not even trying half the time! And he doesn't even have the decency to be smug about it, only ever feeling amused by Katsuki’s pouting or endeared by his competitiveness.
He plays daily with Himiko and Jin. She’s always excited to show him a new gift she brought home for him, usually a toy they can play with together or a snack they can share. Jin has forgiven him for his past misdeed and gone back to being his same old self. Though he does scruff him preemptively if he knows they will be alone together, which Katsuki can't blame him for.
He has access to the kitchen now and can cook and practice baking with Papa and Kurogiri. He can cook for his family again, and this time it doesn’t feel so degrading like it did in his old life. Now it feels like an act of love to present a new recipe he helped cook to the pack. It never fails to make him feel warm when he sees his family enjoying his food.
He still gets teased by Atsuhiro and spoiled by Magne. Though less than before since he told his daddy to make them stop doing it so much. He doesn’t know what Tomura did, but they toned it down immediately after. Now Magne does things like watch movies and do makeovers with him instead, which he likes better than being dazed and stuck in her nest. Sako is still insufferable but in a more bearable way. He helps him with his studies and dutifully tutors him on anything he is stuck on and spoils him with gifts he ‘finds’ on missions.
The only thing he really missed from his old life was his training regime. He missed feeling the soreness in his muscles after a good workout and being able to get out all his caged-up energy through training. He tried to ask his parents to let him start training with them exactly one time. His Papa had frozen up with such a horrified expression on his face when he mentioned being trained by them. Then his scent had gone so thick with anguish it had sent them both reeling into a drop so bad it took them three days to come out of it. When he finally came to, Daddy had forbidden him from doing any type of physical training or mentioning it again in front of Papa. He had accepted the consequence, immediately feeling bad for upsetting Dabi, though he didn’t understand why the question had upset him so much.
He’s pulled from his thoughts when he reaches Himiko’s room, knocking and waiting for the girl to answer. The door slams open, and he is quickly pulled into the room. He spends the rest of the evening with her and falls asleep in her room; he only notices his parents have arrived home when he is pulled from the cuddle pile and carried out of the room by his Daddy. He’s brought back to their nest and into his Papa’s waiting arms. He falls back to sleep instantly with his parents' comforting scents surrounding him.
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He was woken up in the early morning by the tightening in his bladder. He tried his best to wiggle his way out of his parents arms without waking them, but unfortunately his daddy is a very light sleeper.
“What do you need?” Shigaraki murmured sleepily, tightening his arms around the boy's waist.
“Bathroom,” Kasuki whined, squirming uncomfortably.
“Hurry back,” he said, nuzzling the back of his head one last time before loosening his grip and allowing the boy out.
He hurried out of the darkened hall into the bathroom. He finished up quickly but felt thirsty. He was making his way to the kitchen to grab a glass of milk when he heard a sound. It was a strange sound like a bird ruffling its feathers. The living room was too dark to locate the noise, so he turned to find the light switch when he was suddenly grabbed from behind and hoisted onto someone's shoulder.
At first he thought it was a prank; maybe one of his packmates was playing a joke on him, but when he felt into the bond, everyone was asleep; only his Daddy was half-awake waiting for him to come back. He went to scream, but something soft dug its way into his mouth, gagging him. Instead he sent his panic and fear through the bond, alerting the rest of the pack of the danger and begging them to come save him. He didn’t want to be kidnapped again, especially not by an unknown intruder who may have a vendetta against the League.
The person made their way to the cracked third-story window and jumped out; just then they heard the loudest, most aggressive snarl Katsuki’s ever heard in his life. Daddy was awake, and he was angry. No, anger wasn’t enough to describe it; it felt like a raging pool of fire was racing through the bond, overpowering everyone. Only rivaled by his Papa, who felt so terrified, then so overwhelmingly sad, mourning the loss of their pup. Katsuki’s cries couldn’t reach them, but he hopes they can know he didn’t leave intentionally.
Katsuki squeezed his eyes shut, expecting them to plummet to their deaths, but nothing happened. The fluttering noise was back, though this time it sounded like wings flapping. He opened his eyes but could only see a blur; they were moving so fast he could hardly see the city below. He turned his head towards his kidnapper only to realize he wasn’t being kidnapped by some villain; it was the Number Three Pro-Hero and Alpha: Hawks.
“Hawks?” Bakugo called out, confused, as Keigo landed onto the pavement.
“Sorry about the rushed escape, kiddo. They were starting to catch on to me, and this was my last chance to rescue you. I couldn’t waste time explaining myself before grabbing you; hope I didn't startle you too much!” Hawks explained, though it was far from the truth.
Shigaraki and Dabi had tried to kill him when he met up with them earlier that day. During the fight he had smelled a sweet scent of Omega on both Alphas, different from anyone else in the League. Keigo had theorized it was from an Omega partner or member, the pair kept strictly at base. He had planted feathers on both men before making his escape.
Once night fell, he had followed the feathers and found the location of their base. He was going to kidnap recover the Omega and use them as leverage save them from the League. Though his plan fell through when he infiltrated the base and couldn’t find the origin of the scent anywhere. At least not until Bakugo Katsuki stumbled out into the hall. The Alpha pup had been drenched in the scent, so much that Keigo assumed the captured Omega must have also been kidnapped and held where the boy had been. He was going to ask the boy the location of the Omega and save them both, but the feather he planted picked up the rustling of someone waking up. He had to make the split decision to save one or none. He decided to run with the boy, grabbing him and escaping through the window. Thankful he ran when he did because soon after he heard a feral snarl so dangerous it made even his Alpha want to cower.
“You actually came to save me? But why? It's been so long." It’s been months; everyone had given up and deemed him a lost cause after the first couple months in captivity.
“I couldn’t give up; it's not what heroes do.” The commission, on the other hand, did give up, after the one-month mark, deeming the case cold and labeling Bakugo as nonviable for heroics if ever recovered.
“But everyone gave up... It's been three months.” A fresh wave of sadness seeped out of him, momentarily freezing him. In the chaos of the rescue he had momentarily forgotten he no longer had his scent patches; his status as an Omega was on full display. The scent of terror began to roll out of him in a thick fog. He tried his best to try to stop it, but it was too late.
“It's not that they gave up; it's—wait, why do you smell like that?” A sharp inhale from the Alpha then. “No… There's no way y-you can't be. Every report, every file, every witness stated you were an Alpha. So why? Why do you smell like an Omega, Bakugo?”
“I-i-” There's no use trying to lie to an Alpha, especially one of this caliber. It’s over; his cover has been blown, and now everyone will know he’s an Omega.
“And what is this?” A taloned hand gripped his chin, forcing his jaw up, revealing the bite his pajamas had been partially covering. “Who did you accept this from?”
“...” He can't say it; he just can’t. If the heroes find out Shigaraki was his sire, they would never trust him again. If they knew he was compromised and belonged to a villain, they would never allow him to be a hero.
“Answer me now, Omega!” The Alpha’s command shot through Bakugo, urging him to speak against his will. Using someone’s biology against them is a cheap trick for a hero, but Bakugo can’t put it against Hawks when he did the same to Jin. The sharp scent of pine and cedarwood spread in the air, urging him to obey the Alpha.
Click! A camera flash from above breaks the Alpha’s focus and saves him from answering. Then another and another until all Katsuki could hear was Click! Click! Click! They were surrounded by a sea of flashing white lights.
Hawk’s hand shot out to his neck, covering the bite, and smiled, saying, “I’d really love to stick around and chat, but I’ve got a family to reunite! See ya around!”
He took off into flight muttering, “Fuck Fuck FUCK!” This changes everything. What is he supposed to do with a villain-claimed Omega pup? This wasn’t something he was supposed to bring in; this isn't a rescue story that is going to sell and appeal to the masses. The commission isn't going to be happy with this.
He has no choice; he has to report to the commission first before he can bring the boy anywhere else. But what will they do to him if he does? If they see that bite, they are going to torture the Omega, exploiting his bond with the League, and use him as bait to draw them out of hiding. He doesn't want to see the boy hurt, but his hands are tied; he belongs to the HPSC the same way Bakugo belongs to the League. Maybe he can fudge the story a bit, not so much that he is directly lying but enough to save the pup from a life tied to the Commission as well as the League.
They made it to the Hero Commission’s headquarters after a few tense minutes of silence. Hawks landed onto the roof of the building, setting Bakugo down onto his feet. He pulls out a roll of bandage from his utility belt and begins to wrap it around the boy's neck.
“Keep this wrapped around your neck; don't let anyone take it off of you.” Keigo ordered not giving the boy a chance to misbehave. “Keep your head down, be quiet, and follow me.”
Katsuki is taken through a white, sterile building with long, winding halls. It's like a maze; they go up, right, left, and down over and over again in what seems like a random sequence. Katsuki is left confused by the time they make it to a door to an office. He has no sense of where he is; all he knows is it’s cold, unwelcoming, and he wants to go home.
Hawks raps his knuckles on the door; they wait what seems to be an eternity before they are let in.
He’s brought into a large conference room. There was a long table in the center of the room with multiple men in suits seated around it with a woman sitting at the head of the table. Hawks said his greetings, then took him aside to sit in the corner facing the wall. He took off his soundproof headphones and placed them on Bakugo, poignantly instructing him to behave before he left to report to his superiors.
Bakugo finds it weird that he’s being left out of the debriefing when he’s the direct victim in all of this.He knows they're talking about him. About how he was rescued, how he was Omega, not an Alpha, it shouldn't bother him, but it does. This is his story! Why is he stuck in a corner while someone else speaks for him? He tries to sit quietly, but as more time goes on, the more impatient he becomes. He knows he shouldn’t, but he subtly dislodges the headphones from one of his ears, just barely enough to filter in sound but not look off. The conversation he hears rattles him to his core.
“A strong quirk like that and an Omega?” A man let out a long whistle. “He’ll be helping make the next generation of heroes stronger than ever.”
“Yes, perhaps in a few years we can mate him with Hawks. Hawks is a suitable Alpha and obedient to the commission. He won’t mind having to share. He understands our cause and what it means to be a hero.
“Yes, ma’am.” Hawk's voice answered robotically.
“Explosion and Fierce Wings will make a dangerously effective combination.”
“Do we still have Nagant’s DNA in storage?”
“I'd imagine the mixture of her Rifle and his Explosion would be quite powerful as well.”
“The possibilities are endless; the sooner we get him started, the better.”
“Quiet down!”
“Hawks, do you believe the League would risk their own safety to get him back?”
“No, I don't believe they would. He was a bargaining chip at most and a failed recruit at least. I don’t think they would waste any effort or supplies in recovering him.”
“And did anyone see you rescue him?”
“Yes ma'am, soon after I escaped the base with the target, we were ambushed by paparazzi.”
“Damn it, Hawks! You just lost us a valuable asset.”
“We’ll have to send him back to UA. The public will start to question where he is if he is not returned to his parents after being seen with you.”
“The school can handle taking his statement along with his medical examination and reunification.”
“We’ll send someone over to edit his statement once it is complete.”
“What a shame to lose prime breeding stock like that.”
“Pretty face, light-haired, fair-skinned, and lacked any heteromorphic genes in him. He would—"
Katsuki fumbled to put the headphones back into place, feeling sick to his stomach.
How could these people speak like this? They were speaking like quirk traffickers! Were they really not going to return him if they hadn't been photographed? Did they seriously plan to breed him like an animal against his will? Not even the League had done that!
How are these the people that govern heroes? How could these people make the rules that shape society? When they are corrupt! It doesn’t make any sense! It’s fine; they said they’re taking him back to UA. When he gets there, he’ll report what he heard and get these fuckers fired. He flinches when he’s tapped on the shoulder. The headphones are lifted off his head, and Hawks says, “Come on, we're heading out now.”
“They don’t want my statement?” Bakugo asks, pretending not to have heard anything. Who knows what they'll do to him if they did?
“No, a detective will be meeting us at UA to take your statement there, as well as your parents. They’re calling them right now; they should be there by the time you arrive.”
“Oh,” right, his parents… He had forgotten he would have to go back to them after escaping. It's not that he’s not happy to see them; it's just…there was really nothing to miss. Their bond had died ages ago, and he had hardly even seen them before he got kidnapped; they spent most of their time out of the house working. And the little time he did spend with them was always filled with patronizing lectures and reminders to keep his unruly behavior in check and his classification hidden. He doesn’t even want to know what hate they’ll spew this time, because not only was he kidnapped, but he was claimed, and his status as an omega was exposed to both heroes and villains alike. I guess I have that to look forward to, he thinks to himself sarcastically.
He’s silently ushered out of the building and into a nondescript black car with dark-tinted windows and no license plate. It's sketchy; he doesn’t want to get in, but he sits himself next to the window, clicking his seatbelt into place, and ponders the rest of the drive.
He really made it out. It’s strange to think that for a while there he had lost any hope of ever seeing the outside world again. He thinks he should feel happy, but for some reason his eyes keep flooding with tears at the thought of never seeing the League again. He knows he should hate them; he does, but after living with them for so long, he knows he could never feel that way. They gave him something he hadn't had in a long time: a real pack. He will always remember and cherish that feeling. He just hopes whatever path they choose to go on, they’ll be okay without him.
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The car comes to a stop; someone opens his door for him, and as he steps out, three things happen in rapid succession. He hears the familiar voices of his classmates screaming his name; he is quickly pulled into the group of crying, smiling pups, then passed from one to another to be hugged and told how much they've missed him. All until someone notices the bandages and gasps that he’s hurt and he is being handed over to Aizawa.
The scruffy omega hugs him so tightly he swears he could feel his bones creaking. His teacher croaks out a watery, “It’s good to see you, kid.”
All Might clasps a hand onto his shoulder, “Indeed, young Bakugo, we have missed your explosive presence dearly. The class wouldn't be the same without you, my boy.”
“Alright, alright, don't get too sappy, Senseis; I'm glad to see you all too.” Katsuki smiled.
There was a pregnant pause as his stunned classmates stared at him in disbelief.
“Ahem–I believe it would be most imperative that we make our way inside. Our dear student is in need of medical attention and some much-needed rest.” Principal Nezu said, breaking the silence as he popped out of Aizawa’s capture weapon.
He’s hit with an odd sort of nostalgia when he walks through the gates. Seeing the familiar faces of his teachers and classmates brought tears to his eyes. He never thought he’d see any of them again. The school gates creak to a close with a sharp thud. Something about the doors shutting just makes his walls break down and realize he’s finally back home, safe and sound with his heroes. He’s safe, and no one can take him away anymore.
He falls to his knees with a wail, breaking down into inconsolable sobs. He feels both sadness and despair at the loss of his newfound pack but also so much happiness and relief. His emotions were a twisted swirl of contradictions spilling out of him uncontrollably. He’s sad, he's angry, he's devastated, he's happy; nothing feels stable inside of him.
Bakugo could feel himself spiraling into a drop. He could faintly hear the voices of concern around him begging him to breathe. But he could hardly listen over his desperate cries for his pack. One part of him wanted so desperately to project into the bond: Why haven’t you come for me yet? Where are you? While the other knew it was stupid to even dare open the bond lest he lose himself to his conflicting desires. So he remains in a state of disarray, dropping further and further into despair.
“H-he's an–?” Aizawa asked, shocked.
“Omega, yes! A most intriguing turn of events, isn’t it!” Nezu answered cheerfully, though his eyes were sharp and calculating.
“You knew? Why wasn’t I made aware of this sooner?” Shouta growled, angry at Nezu but more angry with himself. How had he not caught it before? The aggressive attitude, the lack of connections with other pups, and the ever-lacking scent. The signs were all in front of him, practically flashing red. Yet somehow had he missed them? He was a complete and utter failure of a teacher.
“I had my suspicions, though none of them could be officially confirmed without the consent of his guardians. Who would have likely never approved or confirmed any questioning. Given the lengths they went to to hide his classification. I-”
“Who cares about that? We have to help him!” Kirishima yelled, interrupting the white-haired mammal. The Alpha pup thoroughly disapproved of his teachers wasting time speaking when they could be helping his friend. He doesn’t care if Bakugo is an Omega; he's still the manliest bro he’s ever known, and nothing can change that!
“I'm afraid young Bakugo’s situation is more complicated than that Kirishima. He needs to be handled delicately, or he may enter a feral state and begin attacking everyone around him indiscriminately.” All Might said, releasing calming Alpha pheromones to the surrounding area to help soothe the pups.
“Yeah, if he really is an Omega, who knows what could have happened to him in captivity? We shouldn’t risk getting in the way of people who can actually help him, bro.” Sero spoke up while Kaminari and Mina nodded along, eyeing Kirishima sympathetically.
“I agree this is a task best left up to the teachers!” Iida said, grabbing Kirishima’s arm and holding him back when it seemed he would not listen.
“I'm glad we're all on the same page. Now everyone back away. I fear he may lash out violently if he senses you all crowded around him. He is not in his right mind and won’t recognize anyone he hasn’t bonded with. We’ll need a more secure method of subduing him.” Nezu gestured towards the eighteen-plus hero. “Midnight, if you would.”
“Of course,” The woman silently made her way to the omega pup, keeping her steps as light as possible. The pup growled, glazed eyes focusing on her as he tore a piece of her costume with a loud ripping noise. The boy snarled, sharp fangs flashing on display as he pounced at her just as a puff of purple smoke enveloped him, effectively putting his attack on hold. Katsuki let out a weak growl before falling forward and passing out in the woman's arms.
Nemuri handed off the slumped sleeping boy to All Might to be carried back to the med bay. All Might, Aizawa, and Nedzu make their way to Recovery Girl while she and the rest of the staff help usher the students back to their dorms to get ready for class. The group of pups let out loud complaints and promises to visit as soon as classes were over.
The group quickly makes it there, leaving an unconscious Bakugo to his examination while they wait behind the curtains. After a few minutes of tense silence, Recovery Girl walks out with a grim expression on her face.
“The good news is he shows zero signs of any physical or sexual abuse, malnutrition, or stress to his body. The bad news is…well, you should see for yourself.” Chiyo pulls back the curtain and gestures to the boy's now unwrapped neck.
The room goes hot with thick, unfiltered rage coming from the Alpha and Omega pair. Nedzu remained seated, a calculating look dashing across his furry face.
“It’s a parental bond, you dimwits! Stop stinking up my office, or I'll have you both removed!” The old woman chided, waving her cane threateningly at the pair before continuing.
“While not great, there usually are ways to fade or lessen an unwanted parental bond, so that the child will be under less control of their pack parent and be able to live a life separate from them. The problem here is that this bite came from a pack Alpha and was placed on an Omega pup who willingly accepted it. This bond is strong and won’t fade unless Shigaraki explicitly allows it.”
“What treatment would you recommend, Chiyo?” Nedzu asked, giving the other two a moment to cool their heads.
“Well, there's not much we can do physically to wither the bond, so I’d recommend putting him in therapy and working on forming new packs with both pups and adults to make the backlash of the separation less harsh. Unfortunately he won’t be able to cover the mark since it is still fairly fresh. If he tries to hide or suppress it, he will get sick. So make sure he doesn’t try to do that. I’d also recommend a heavy scent neutralizer; the boy reeks of Shigaraki. Anyone who has ever been in contact with the man will be able to recognize the scent instantly and know he belongs to him.”
“BAKUGO DOES NOT BELONG TO HIM!” Eraserhead snarled, despite usually being one of the most level-headed, logical heroes there is. Something about one of his students being referred to as Shigaraki’s just set him off.
Recovery Girl eyes the pair and sighs. “He does in the eyes of the law.”
“We can contest it! We cannot simply allow this to be!” All Might protested, jaw clenched and thoroughly irritated.
“I’m going to be realistic with you both. If you try to bring this case into a court of law, the outcome you receive won't be one you like. The Association for Omega Welfare and Recovery will take one look at the boy before his stay with the League and then, after, and give full rights to Shigaraki. Heroes and villains don’t matter to them; only the care and health of Omega citizens, especially the pups, matter. Shigaraki took care of him well, seeing as he arrived in better condition than when he was in our care. Since Bakugo approved and accepted the claim himself, they will side with Shigaraki. If you want to keep the boy in UA’s custody. It would be in your best interest to handle this case privately.” The woman spoke gravely.
“We understand. We will be having a staff meeting to fill everyone in and to discuss any plans moving forward. Thank you for the recommendations! We’ll do our absolute best to help the boy heal and move on!” Nezu chirped, then moved on to the other two in the room. “Now then, I have duties to attend to. You two wouldn’t mind watching over our dear student here, would you?”
“Of course, sir!”
“Like you could drag me away.”
===
Katsuki awoke feeling like he had been hit by a bus. He was irritable and groggy; the only thing helping was the familiar pheromones being produced by his teachers at his side. Having a suitable Alpha and Omega pair at his side helped a bit to soothe the heartache he was feeling from his separation with the League. But it wasn’t enough; he wanted Daddy, his sire, and Papa, his dam, so fucking badly it hurt.
“How are you feeling, pup?” Shouta asked, sending a steady stream of calming scent towards his student.
“Bad, I want to go home.” Bakugo grumbled, his usually fluffy pointed ears flopping downward.
“Your mother and father should be arriving soon.” The boy's scent goes sour in distress as soon as the sentence leaves All Might's mouth.
“No, I don't want to see them! Please don't make me!” Bakugo whined. The last thing he wanted was to be lectured and screamed at by the pair. He doesn’t want to compare them to Shigaraki and Dabi and be disappointed.
“Calm down; it's okay; we can call off the reunification for now. Everything we do is going to be at your pace; we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.” Aizawa said in a calm, soothing voice.
“Do you feel up to eating? I can have food brought up to us, anything you’d like!” All Might asked.
For a moment the boy just stares at them suspiciously like he doesn’t quite believe them. Then mumbles. “...Mapo Tofu...extra spicy.”
The food arrives fairly quickly. Both Aizawa and All Might ordered meals as well to eat along with him. His meal is placed on a folding tray in front of him, and for a minute all he does is wait, then he realizes. Papa’s not here to feed me anymore. Tears began to well in his eyes as he looked down at the delicious-looking portion of food on his lap, completely untouched.
“What's wrong, young Bakugo? Is the food not to your liking? I can replace it with something else if you'd like!” All Might fretted, fluttering around him anxiously but not physically touching him. The omega pup just shook his head and bit his lip in an attempt to keep his tears from falling.
“Shh, shh, it’s alright. I know what's wrong.” Shouta had a suspicion now it was time to test it. He took the boy's chopsticks and picked up a soft cube of tofu, bringing it up to Katsuki’s mouth.
“They took care of you like this, didn’t they?” The older omega briefly wavered as the boy showed no interest in eating from him. Dull, teary, red eyes stared straight at him, though it felt like the boy wasn’t truly seeing him. It's… okay, Aizawa thought. Feeding someone is a very intimate act usually done in closely bonded packs. It's okay if Bakugo doesn’t want to, though it hurts that the boy would accept the treatment from villains but not him.
“Go on, it's okay. We’ll take care of you now.” All Might murmured softly from his place beside Aizawa. “You don’t have to worry about a thing.”
The Alpha's words snapped Katsuki out of the trance; they were like the final piece of a puzzle being clicked into place. He was safe; it was okay. Maybe Daddy and Papa were gone, but it's okay because he has his senseis. He opened his mouth and allowed himself to be fed, all while silent tears shed down his face, mourning the loss of his Papa and hoping that with time he’ll be able to let it all go and move on. They spend the rest of the meal talking, filling him in on the past three months while alternating between feeding him and taking bites of their own meal, just like Papa and Daddy did.
He learns that during the time he spent captive, the school had set up a dorm system. All students were now required to live on campus full time thanks to his kidnapping. He learns the rest of his grade have all already gone to the provisional hero licensing exams and have all moved on to real internships. Deku and Todoroki with Endeavor, Uraraka and Asui with Ryukyu, hell, Kirishima already made his official debut with Fatgum’s agency. He even missed the most coveted festival UA hosts, the UA Cultural Festival. Apparently this year everyone went all out to boost morale that had been dwindling since the training camp. Something about that just didn’t sit right with him.
They all moved on so quickly. Like he didn’t even matter. Did they even try to search for him? They were holding damn festivals but couldn’t afford to keep the search party going for a couple more months. Did the morale of the school matter more than the life of one student?
“Are you alright, my boy?” The pup's scent had gone sour with intense irritation, and he hadn't eaten any of the bites offered to him since they began to talk about his classmates and the festival.
“I’m fine,” he said in a clipped tone.
“You–”a knock on the door interrupted the man.
Chiyo peeked her head in and said, “The detectives are here; they’re asking if Bakugo is up for debriefing.”
“I don’t think that would—”
“I’m fine! Let 'em in.” The pup snapped, harshly cutting Aizawa off.
And that's how he ended up here, arguing with two idiot detectives for the past hour and a half.
“For the last goddamn time, no one ever hurt me! No, I’m not a villain, and no, they didn’t brainwash me to say that!”
No matter what he said, the officers wouldn’t believe him. Obviously he didn’t go into full detail about what happened because that was none of their business! But the basics should have been enough. The League held him captive for three months. They didn’t hurt him; they didn’t seem to want anything in particular out of him, and he didn’t learn anything useful about their operations. That. is. all. that. happened. He doesn't know what they expect him to say, but he refuses to lie.
“Tch! Whatever! I’m done with this!” He stands up harshly, the chair behind him falling to the ground with a crash.
“Kid, you can’t just walk out of here!”
“Watch me.” He walks to the door, flipping the officers off behind his back as he makes his way out. He hears shouting and complaints coming from behind him but doesn’t pay them any mind.
He doesn’t even make it to the end of the hall before his teachers are flanking him again. He ignores their questions and makes his way out of the building, taking a right and going to the newly constructed dorms. Apparently called Heights Alliance, each building has its class number boldly displayed on the front. Which isn’t that just convenient for any villains looking to take a specific student.
‘These people never learn…’ he thinks as his teachers show him to his dorm. The building is empty right now; the other students are busy with classes. So at least he doesn’t have to worry about dealing with them right now. His teachers give him a tour of the place, looking more and more concerned the less he reacts or speaks, but he can't be bothered to care.
He learns that the dorms are separated by both gender and classification. Betas are sorted through their gender, so they either go to the boys or girls side. Omegas are automatically sorted with the girls and Alphas with the boys. Katsuki is led to his room; it was a fairly decent-sized bedroom with only a bed, desk, chair, and his bag of recovered belongings from the training camp filling it. He learns that since he is a boy, he has his own personal bathroom in his room while the girls share a communal bathroom; the same goes for female Alphas on the boys side. At least he knows if he wants to lock himself away for long periods of time, he can. There’s a communal kitchen along with a row of washers and dryers to do their own laundry. Dinner and chore schedules are decided by the students. And curfew is 9 pm every weekday and 11 pm on the weekends.
His teachers look at him hesitantly as they finish up the tour heading back up to his room. He snaps at them to spit out whatever bullshit they’re going to spew now.
“You’ll be starting therapy with Hound Dog on Mondays and Fridays starting next week.” All Might blurts out, earning a harsh glare from Aizawa for his forwardness.
“What! Why?” Katuki yelled. He doesn’t need someone to baby him and tell him how to feel. He’s fine; why should he have to go to therapy over this when no one else had to go after the USJ incident?
“Bakugo, you went through something that would be extremely traumatic for an adult, let alone a child. Therapy isn’t a punishment; it is something to help you heal and wrap your head around what happened to you. You understand that, don’t you?” Aizawa said in a gentle coo.
“Ugh, fine. Anything else?” He asked when the annoying hesitant look popped back up in their faces.
“These are for you. Every day before you leave the dorms, spray some neutralizer onto your neck; it should help hide the scent of Shigaraki. The scent patches are optional but recommended if you want to keep your scent from being tracked and classification under wraps. Also, please remember you cannot cover or suppress the claim in any way, or you will get rejection sickness. If you need anyone to talk to, you can always come to us or Hound Dog.” Aizawa handed him a bag filled with scent neutralizer and scent patches.
They want him to–what? Do they expect him to just cover up and act like nothing happened? Like he wasn’t gone for three months. Like he hadn’t bonded with a new pack, like he hadn’t found a family.
“...get out.” Katsuki whispered.
“What?” All Might asked.
“I said get out!” The boy shouted. The duo hesitantly stepped back into the hallway.
“We’ll see you to-” The door was slammed shut in their faces, and a click of the lock being turned was heard.
Bakugo rips the sheets from the bed and methodically starts to form a nest. It's lumpy and misshapen. ‘Papa would have never made a nest this bad,’ he thinks, tearing up. He sinks into the nest and begins to cry thinking about the past couple of hours.
He didn’t mean to lash out at his teachers; they're only trying to help. It's just everything was happening so fast. Logically he knows that they’re right; he should be covering up Shigaraki’s scent, or he’d be placing a huge target on his back. But it felt like a betrayal, like they were asking him to cast aside his sire as if it was nothing. They were asking him to choose them instead. He knows he should; they're the heroes after all, but it felt like he was abandoning his pack. It's not fair. He doesn't want to choose...not yet.
===
Back in the conference room, the teachers of UA gather around a large desk for an emergency meeting. The topic of the meeting being the successful rescue of UA student Bakugo Katsuki and his treatment plan for recovery.
“Three months ago our student was kidnapped by the League of Villains; today, at four o'clock in the morning, he was rescued by the hero Hawks while on a deep infiltration mission with the League. He was brought to the Hero Public Safety Commission headquarters for testing and debriefing before arriving here. While at the Commission, they made a very peculiar discovery. Young Bakugo is an Omega. The boy's records had been falsified sometime after his birth, and he has been living a lie for the past fifteen years.” Nezu paused, allowing the shocked teachers a moment to react.
“Sir, how could this have possibly gotten past you?” Midnight asked, shocked.
Mic turned to her upset, “Not just him, how did none of us see it! We're supposed to be his teachers, for God's sake; it's our job to notice things like this!”
“What's the boy's condition? He’s an omega and was held captive for three months. There's no telling what could have happened to him.” Kan asked seriously.
Nezu sighed. “That is the problem; I called you all here to discuss. The pup arrived in pristine condition; some would argue even better than before he was taken.”
“What's that supposed to mean?”
“It would be better if you see it first in private rather than when the boy is back in class. Take a look at this photo and tell me what you see.” Nezu slid a stack of photos and watched as everyone took one, cataloging each teacher's reactions.
“No–” Horror.
“That's–” Disgust.
“It can't be–” Shock.
“A bite!” Panic.
“It’s not just any bite; that's a claim from a pack Alpha.” Nezu declared, throwing the room further into disarray. Every teacher in the lounge stiffened, the scent of the room shifting rapidly to disgust and anger.
Aizawa cut through the gasps and shouts of disbelief. “Before things escalate, take a look at the area in which the bite was placed.”
“Oh thank god it's not a mating claim!” Nemuri yelled, sighing in relief.
“W-wait, but that means someone in the League put a parental claim on him?”
“Not just anyone; it was Shigaraki, the pack's leader.” Aizawa said calmly, rolling his eyes when the teachers began yelling over each other again like a bunch of rowdy pups.
“But it doesn't mean anything, right?”
“It could just be a superficial bite!”
“Yeah! Bakugo would never accept a bond from a villain!” various murmurs of agreement were heard.
“I wouldn’t say that. You have to understand, young Bakugo was with the League for three whole months. Who knows what could have happened in that time to make him imprint? All Might augured. No one knows the horrors they could have put the boy through to make him vulnerable and pliant enough to accept. It’s not their job to judge, only help heal what has been done.
“We shall not cast judgment on the boy. When pups are in distress, it is only natural for them to cling to the one bringing them comfort, even if they are a villain. The boy has been claimed, and there is nothing we can do to change that; we can only move forward.” Nezu said.
“But Nezu, what will we do if Shigaraki comes to get him?” Dread.
“We cannot interfere with a pack leader taking custody of their pup.” Anxiety.
“We could lose our licenses for even trying!” Panic.
“For now we will barricade the school to the best of our ability and limit the boys' outside exposure. Since Shigaraki is an S-Tier villain, we can block him from stepping foot on UA’s property. So long as he does not make any physical contact with the boy, we should be able to undermine the bond and keep them from being reunited.” Nezu tapped his paw against his chin.
“Judging by the bold placement of the bite, Shigaraki wants it to be known that the boy belongs to him. He’s daring us to interfere with the bond legally. If we do, full rights to the boy will go straight to him. The knowledge of the bond will have to be kept secret. We will fabricate the story of his rescue and time with the League. No one can know of this until Bakugo is strong enough to fight it off on his own. This conversation does not leave this room, am I understood?”
“Yes, sir.”
===
Bakugo thought he would be happy coming back to UA, that everything would go back to normal, and he could get back on track to becoming a hero, but he was wrong. The news of his rescue broke the same night he was brought back to UA. A vague story was put out about his time with the League and rescue by Hawks. Thankfully, there was no mention of the bond or his real classification.
But since then, news outlets have been clamoring for an interview or pictures of him. There were reporters stationed outside the school waiting to catch a glimpse of the kid who survived three months with the League of Villains. It was so bad, Nezu had to make an announcement that if any student was caught leaking pictures or information to the press, it would be grounds for an automatic expulsion. Which helped ease his worries a bit.
Though the principal couldn’t do much to help with the rumors going around. Since the story they put out was so vague, everyone had a theory on what happened to him. People online, on TV, and in person were all talking about him. He can't stand the constant whispering when he walks by, the pitying glances, and pointing at his neck. Everyone was dying to know what happened to him and what the bite on his neck meant.
Even his classmates were walking on eggshells with him. He knew they all wanted to ask; he could see it in their faces; they wanted to know too. And that’s fine; it's normal to be curious; what he hates is all the fucking pity being directed at him. They were constantly hovering around him as if he’d be swept away as soon as they stopped watching him. They act like guards, redirecting people away from him and trying to fight for him as if he couldn't handle a few mean questions. Everyone was treating him like he was made of glass, like he’d instantly shatter if someone made a rude comment towards him.
Nothing was how he left it. It was like he came back to a new world, where nothing was how he remembered it. Suddenly he was not someone to be feared or an opponent to compete against; all he was was a victim who could do nothing but be pitied. He doesn’t know if it's because they know he is an omega now or because he was kidnapped—maybe a combination of the two, but no one was taking him seriously anymore.
One week after he was rescued, the side effects of the heavy quirk suppressors he was on began to wear off. He could use his quirk again, though not as effortlessly as he could before. He spent weeks training one on one with both Aizawa and All Might to reach the strength he was at before. When he had finally managed to form a couple ultimate moves, he was able to move back to the normal heroics class.
Though when he went to change into his hero outfit and walk to the training ground with the rest of his classmates, they had all stiffened at the sight of him. Then, when the exercise began, no one would fight against him with full force. He screamed, yelled, and taunted, doing anything to get them angry enough to fight properly, but nothing worked. He thought it would wear off at first if he gave it time, but no matter what he’s doing, someone was always there trying to ‘help’ him.
Yoayarozu gently plucked the knife from his hands when he tried to cook, taking over without asking. Iida stays a constant presence at his side during his morning run when Katsuki knows he can run faster than him and usually finishes earlier. Kirishima follows him around no matter where he goes and growls at anyone who tries to interact with him negatively. Izuku constantly barges into his space, trying to scent him or cuddle without any care, as if they were friends now just because he found out they were both omegas. No amount of explosions or yelling would make any of them stop.
It was starting to piss him off. Were they all looking down on him? Is it because he was so behind the rest of them in training? After classes, all his classmates go to their internships, while Katsuki is stuck waiting another semester until he can take the licensing exam as a second year. Do they think he’s weak? Like he’s some sort of pitiful omega that can’t even help himself.
Even his teachers were acting strange with him. He was getting all sorts of special treatment to turn in assignments late or have extra time on tests as if he were stupid. He’s getting sick of the pitying words and actions and is beginning to resent those around him. He snapped and bit Midoriya the other day because the other pup just wouldn’t stop pestering him. His classmates started to give him a wider berth after the incident, though they still acted the same and just kept a distance. He didn’t want to resort back to that type of behavior, but it's the only thing that makes them leave him alone. Though he did get chewed out by Mr. Aizawa for it and sent to Hound Dog for the incident.
Speaking of Hound Dog, Bakugo doesn’t know where that man got his license from, but it should be revoked because clearly he doesn’t know what he is doing. He keeps messing with his mind and he hates it.
“Bakugo, you do understand that the act of kidnapping was wrong, correct?”
“I know that! I do; you guys are the ones you don’t understand. They didn’t do anything bad to me. I-I’m fine."
“I know they didn’t do anything harmful to you; your bond is proof of that, but I want you to acknowledge that the way they acquired you was wrong. You can agree with that, yes?”
"Yeah, the summer camp stuff was pretty messed up, I guess…”
“It’s okay to miss them, you know. It's understandable that they became like a family to you in your short stay, didn’t they?”
“I don’t miss them! They're villains; I shouldn’t care about what happens to them.”
“But you do, don't you? You care for them and are worried for them, aren't you?”
“I-i don't know."
He doesn’t know what he wants anymore. One part of him desperately wants to go back while the other wants to forget it all and stay in UA, even if it isn’t as great as he remembers. He doesn't want to feel this way, like he’s caught between two worlds, but he is. He misses the villains dearly, but he still wishes for his dream to be a hero to come true. The only way to do that is to stay; he has to stay no matter what. No matter how shitty his life feels at the moment, if he sticks it out, it will get better. It has to.
===
For the next few weeks, he tries his best to follow through with Hound Dog’s advice. He does his best to tolerate his classmates and answer any questions they have. He doesn’t bite or snap at them anymore and allows them to integrate him into their ‘pack’. He allows All Might and Aizawa to take Shigaraki and Dabi’s place in caring for him, and he tries his best to forget.
For a while things are okay; he doesn’t feel like he’s on the verge of a mental breakdown every day. But every now and again when he’s feeling down, he’ll feel it—a gentle prodding in his mind that reminds him that the bond is still just as strong as it was the day he was rescued. He tries his best to ignore it no matter how insistent it is, but it always makes him feel so empty, like a part of him is missing.
The messages weren’t helping either.
A couple hours after he had shooed his Senseis out of his dorm on his first day back to UA. He had gone through the bag of his belongings recovered from the summer camp. He found a couple changes of clothing, some hygiene products, his laptop, some school supplies, and most importantly, his phone. The same phone his daddies the villains had originally contacted him through. The authorities never went through it. It had been found unburnt or damaged in the forest by one of his classmates and had been waiting for him here untouched all this time.
The thought had crossed his mind to admit to Sensei that the phone was the first way the villains had begun contacting him. But even the thought of telling someone was mortifying, so he thought, Why bother? I mean, he was already rescued; it's not like it's a necessary detail for them to know now. So he kept it to himself.
The first month back there was silence on both ends in the bond and his phone. But whenever he was ever feeling distressed or overwhelmed, he would feel a gentle prodding through the bond, then Ping! A message would pop on his phone.
Unknown Number: Hi baby, I just wanted to let you know how much we miss you. If you ever need someone to cuddle or talk to, you know your papa can be there in an instant. If you ever need me, I'm just a call away.
Me: Read at 3:00pm.
Unknown Number: Bye Katsuki, I love you.
New number saved as “Papa”
When he was attending a movie night with his classmates and would get overwhelmed by the sheer amount of pups trying to scent or groom him. Ping!
Unknown Number: Do you like my new coat Kats? [An image of Toga in a pink winter coat.]
Unknown Number: I miss you so much! I wish we could play together again! Are you having fun at school? I wish I could go with you! Say hi to Izuku and Ochaco for me!!! Love you, bye!
Me: Read at 8:30pm.
New number saved as “Himiko”
He did his best to ignore them, but he couldn’t find it in himself to actually block any of their numbers.
===
Everything came crashing down the day he met with Nezu. He had been trying to schedule a meeting with the man for weeks to discuss his time in the HPSC. One month after arriving, he got his meeting, and oh, how he wished he hadn't. He wished he had never opened his mouth and had gone back to being a naive little hero student. Nothing will ever be the same.
Bakugo had knocked on the large door, waiting for a response before opening the door.
Nezu sat at his large desk, looking through some files, as he gestured for him to sit in the small chair in front of the desk. It was almost funny; the desk was so tall that Bakugo had to crane his neck to look up to speak to him. But hey, he can’t judge; everyone has to compensate for something, right?
“So what did you want to speak to me about young Bakugo? I hope you are doing well, dear boy.”
“I-i…” He knows what he wants to say, but the words keep getting trapped in his throat.
“Yes?” Nezu replied; his tone had almost a teasing lilt to it.
“The HPSC tried to traffic me.” Bakugo blurted out, eyes glued to the floor.
“What?” All the playfulness drained from the man's voice.
The boy continued on, “After I was rescued, I was brought back for debriefing; only they didn’t speak to me, just Hawks. He reported to them that I was an Omega, and they talked about keeping me and breeding me with other heroes to help make the next generation of heroes stronger. They spoke like I didn’t have a choice, and they've done it before. The only reason I was brought back to UA at all was because we were photographed by paparazzi, and they thought it would be too suspicious to cover up my disappearance. You have to do something! An organization so corrupt can’t be the ones ruling over heroes. I need your help!” He finished speaking and looked up, expecting to see a horrified or even angry expression on the man's face, but all there was was a blank, emotionless expression.
“Perhaps you misunderstood what they were saying, child.”
"No, I couldn't have; they called me breeding stock for fuck’s sake!” Katsuki yelled.
A deep sigh then, “Young Bakugo, you've taken history, haven't you? You should know by now that most governments are not run for the well-being of the people but to help those in power stay in power. It is an extremely difficult system to change once it is put into place.”
“But-”
“While I understand what they are doing is deplorable, I also understand that it is simply not feasible to start a war on the HPSC. To expose something like this would only cause heroes to take sides and begin fighting amongst each other. Humans are not creatures easily susceptible to change; this would only hurt regular citizens and give villains the opportunity to cause mayhem freely throughout the chaos.”
“Maybe-”
“Now I’m not saying this is something that will never change, but coups take years and years of careful planning and secrecy to be successful. I trust that you will keep your mouth shut and this information to yourself for the time being, yes.”
“Yes sir.” Years...years of people being abused for something to change. They were willing to sacrifice how many people in the time being to make the process more convenient. Katsuki himself had come so close to becoming a sacrificial lamb. He was only saved by the press. If they hadn’t published evidence of his rescue, he would have never been found again. He would have spent years strapped to a breeding bench waiting for someone to save him. He can only imagine how many fellow Omegas are stuck in that position right now, waiting for something that will never come. How many souls will lose hope and die in the shadows? How many will it take to get people to care?
“I'm glad we came to an understanding. Your appointment with Hound Dog will be starting soon. You should leave now unless you want to be late.” Nezu tells him, pointing to the clock on the wall.
Oh right, he forgot today is Monday. He leaves the room without another word slamming the door behind him. He makes his way to Hound Dog’s office feeling more hopeless and crushed than he’s ever felt in his life. What difference can he even make as a hero? How will he ever be able to make a change when someone as powerful as Nezu isn’t even able to do anything with all the power he's gained? How will things ever change if everyone is staying silent? He can't-Ping!
Unknown Number: You know I’d give you the world if only you asked for it. You need only say the word.
Me: Katsuki is typing...
Me: Read at 4:30pm.
Unknown Number: I love you, puppy; never forget that.
Me: Read at 4:31pm.
New Number saved as “Daddy”
He puts his phone away as he walks through the door feeling a bit calmer. The session goes as usual for the first half, then another bomb is dropped on him.
“I think it's time we start moving forward with the reunification process. You've told me a bit about your parents and how you are not excited to see them, but they do have legal rights to see you. They have been demanding a meeting, and we've given you as much time as we can buy.”
“I-i don’t know.”
“You won’t have to do it alone. I will be there along with Eraserhead and All Might. I want us to have an open dialogue with your parents about the past months.”
“When?” How long does he have until he has to meet the pair again?
“This Sunday. I know it's last minute, but this was the furthest I could push. They’re threatening to file a lawsuit against us if you aren't reunited soon.”
“I–o-kay. Sunday..yeah… I’ll be...there." A sense of doom washes over him.
===
He spends the rest of the week lost in a daze of hopelessness and crushing sense of anticipation. He ignores his classmates and spends most of his time in his dorm. He doesn’t bother trying his best during training and skips any extra training after class. There’s no point when the goal he’s been chasing all his life suddenly means nothing. When being a hero won’t actually let him save those who need help most.
He’s dreading the weekend doing anything possible to take his mind off it, but it was hard knowing his side would have left him for dead if not for a couple photographs. He was stuck in a miserable, depressive haze, going through the motions mindlessly. He wakes up, goes to class, listens to his teacher’s lectures, and finishes his homework in class, then goes straight to his room. He spends his days in his nest with his face buried in the pajamas he was rescued in. They’re the last thing he has with his parents' scents on it. Every time he starts to feel himself beginning to drop, he breathes in their soothing scents and is calmed.
He narrowly avoids dropping every day but is reminded each time how dearly he misses his pack, especially with the reunification ceremony looming over his head. Katsuki missed his Papa’s soothing purrs and his Daddy’s amused chuffs and deep raspy rumbling purrs. He misses Papa’s cooking, playing Himiko and Jin; he misses being cuddled and spoiled; the very things he said he said he "hated." Hell, he even missed his Daddy’s stern lectures. He wanted to go home, but that's not possible. His wants are illogical; what would the heroes think if he willingly handed himself over to villains? No, he can't; no matter how much he wishes he could go back, he can't.
After a day of his relapse into anti-social behavior, his classmates alerted Aizawa of his condition. The man tried to talk to him, but Katsuki didn’t bother telling him what was wrong. He’d just say the same thing Nezu did—it wasn’t worth the trouble. Aizawa brings his meals to his room, and Yagi has to physically carry him if they want him to go somewhere because he simply will not move from his nest. He growls and snaps his teeth at anyone who tries to take the scent-soaked cloth away from him. His teachers have all but given up trying to make him go to class. They come in to watch over him in shifts instead, bring him his homework, and give him updates.
He doesn’t listen to them much, though he only lays in bed dreading each day until reunification.
On Sunday morning, Aizawa and Yagi had come to his room one hour before the scheduled meeting time. He’s slumped under his covers, refusing to move while the pair try to get him out.
“Come on, pup, it won’t be so bad. We’ll be with you the entire time.” All Might cooed while Aizawa warned him.
“You have until the count of three to get up and get ready yourself or else we're doing it.” a pause, then he began to count down. “3…2…1…Okay, you made us do this.”
Katsuki whines as the blankets are torn off him. All Might’s hands snake under him, lifting him up into a sitting position and asking. "Alright, pup, one more chance; will you do this on your own?”
Bakugo lets himself fall back into a lying position, closing his eyes and ignoring them.
The pair take that as a resounding no, and Aizawa begins to strip his clothes off while Yagi rummages through the boys’ closet for something formal yet still casual and comfortable for the pup to wear. He settles on an oversized turtleneck knit sweater with black slacks and loafers. They wrestle the limp boy into the outfit and run a comb through his messy hair. Once he is looking much more presentable, Yagi sits Bakugo in his lap while Aizawa tries to feed him breakfast.
Katsuki moves his head to the side each time the spoon is brought up to his mouth. His stomach is coiling with anxiety; in less than thirty minutes, his parents will be arriving. He feels like he’s going to throw up; he can't eat even if he wanted to.
“Come on, puppy, just one bite, please.”
Katsuki stared down at the spoonful of oatmeal, trembling, feeling sick to his stomach. Tears of frustration build in his eyes, blurring his vision. He doesn't want to eat! He doesn't want to leave his nest! He doesn’t want to see his parents! Why can no one understand that? Why can’t they just listen? Why does no one here listen to him?
Toshinori rubbed the pups back when he noticed him starting to tremble. “Shouta, he's shaking quite hard. The nerves may be too much for his stomach. Perhaps he can eat after the meeting?”
"Fine, but he’s having a large lunch.” The scruffy Omega groaned, checking his watch, “It’s about time we get going anyways.”
All Might stands up, repositioning Katsuki’s legs around his waist and arms around his neck. And follows his mate out of the room, closing the door behind him.
===
Bakugo is brought to a large nesting room. The floors and walls were covered in soft padding; there were cabinets full of nesting materials and snacks; everything about the room was soft. It was the ideal environment for a peaceful reunification, or it would be if it weren’t for the people they were waiting to meet.
There were two sofas in the room with a coffee table between them. On one sat Nezu, Hound Dog, Aizawa, and All Might, while Katsuki sat alone on the second, leaving space presumably for his parents.
“We still have some time before your mother and father arrive. Would you like to build a nest in preparation?” Hound asked, gesturing towards the cabinets.
“No, we won't be needing it.” Katsuki answered in a resigned tone, eyes glued to the floor, ears flopped downwards, and tail tucked between his legs. He didn’t notice his teachers all sharing a concerned glance with each other.
Five minutes later, there was a timid knock on the door, followed by a loud, brash knock. “Come in!” Nezu said in a painfully cheerful voice. “Please sit down!” he gestures towards the second sofa.
“Hello Katsuki.” Masuru said as he sat to the left of him.
"Hi Dad.” The boy quietly answered back. His father wasn’t bad, per say; he was just too passive and willing to do anything his Alpha wants. It’s not his fault; that's probably all he’s known his entire life, but it hurt. It hurts to be ignored, to be neglected, to have their bond wither and die. It probably hurt him too.
“Hey brat eyes up here!” Mitski barked.
Katsuki raised his gaze until his red eyes were staring into her matching set. “Hi Mom,” he grumbled. His mother was the problem. She always has been. An arrogant brash Alpha born into a wealthy, powerful family. The sole heir to her family's fashion company. A woman who has always gotten her way her entire life. It's no surprise their family is so dysfunctional. She runs their house with an iron fist; it's her way or no way.
The two eyed each other for a moment, both sizing up the other before the female Alpha huffed and turned to the other occupants in the room. “So how's the brat been? You know we've been trying to see him for quite some time.”
They get to talking, leaving Katsuki to dissociate. They talk about his rescue, his time with the League, and his behavior and generally well-being. When they dropped the news about his status being exposed and claim his mother exploded.
“So you became a villain’s bitch, huh? All that talk of being a big hero, and look how that ended!”
The room froze as the words left his mother’s mouth; it was so silent you could hear a pin drop.
“No I-i-” The words were caught in his throat. He tried to speak, but she interrupted anyway, like always.
“Pathetic. What do I have to sign to have him pulled out of this place? He’s done; he doesn't need to be here anymore.” Mitski turned to Nezu.
“No mom, please-” Katsuki cried.
“Mitski perhaps-” Masuro tried to interject.
“Quite! I gave your nonsense a chance, and look what happened. Omegas serve no purpose being in the hero industry. You will finish your education at an Omega finishing school, like your father did, and that's final!” She growled out the Alpha command, effectively shutting the pair up.
Nezu clicked his tongue, “If I may, I would recommend leaving the boy in UA’s care. We have far superior security, resources, and faculty than any other school in Japan.”
The woman scoffed, “The care that got him kidnapped in the first place? Ha, I don’t think he needs any more of that.”
“Ms.Bakugo I believe it would be in your pups’ best interest to stay in UA. He has friends here; he’s attending therapy; he’s healing. Taking him away and throwing him in a new environment would only set back his recovery.” Aizawa said in a cordial tone, though his eyes were burning with fury. As an Omega himself, he knows what happens in those finishing schools; he’d been threatened with them his whole childhood. There’s no way he’s letting his student go to one. The attendees are almost always sold married off to rich, powerful Alphas as soon as they graduate, willingly or not. Barely legal adults marrying and having children before they’ve even had the chance to live. It’s not a life any good parent would want for their child.
"Well, it doesn’t matter what you want; he's my son. I can do whatever I'd like with him.” She snapped, a smug smirk on her face.
“Is that so? If the Association for Omega Welfare and Recovery were to catch wind of what you did at his birth, not only would he be taken away from you, but you both would be given jail time. The boy stays here, and that’s final.” Nezu smirked in return. Forging the classification status of a pup at birth is highly illegal and automatically punishable by jail time, depending on how long the status was hidden. The boy was pretending to be an Alpha for fifteen years; his parents would each be punished severely. They wouldn’t get out for years, and by the time they did, Bakugo would be a legal adult. They would no longer hold any power over him.
The barely hidden threat causes her to pause before the screaming begins again. “How fucking dare you! You lowly fucking rat! What authority do you have to threaten me?”
Nezu’s eyebrow twitched, but his face remained calm. “I am not threatening you, simply telling you what may happen if the association was notified. I never said I was going to call them.”
His mom let out a sigh that means she knows she’s lost before saying. “Why the fuck do you even want the brat anyway? It's not like there's anything so special about him that another kid wouldn’t be able to replace. Why him?”
“With his quirk and training, your son is set to become one of the most powerful heroes in the nation. A talent like that cannot go to waste in a finishing school. There is a war coming, Ms. Bakugo, and we’ll need all the help we can get.” Nezu spoke earnestly. Like all Bakugo, was was a tool to be used.
“Haven't you learned anything from this whole mess? Omegas can’t fight! Look at him; he’s pathetic. All it took was one villainous Alpha, and he folded like a wet tissue. How is he going to help the war effort? He’d be better off making strong babies for the war than actually fighting in it.” She argued.
“While that may also be beneficial, the boy is still too young. The war is rapidly approaching, and we need soldiers now–”
There's a ringing in his ear as he hears them argue and negotiate over him. It feels like he was drenched in water how quickly the realization washes over him.
They don't love him; they don't care about him; no one here does. All he is is an expendable chess piece being moved by others. Maybe he has been his whole life. Well, if he is nothing but a pawn for others to move, then at least he knows who he wants to move for. He makes up his mind and runs.
He jumps out of his seat and uses an explosion to propel himself over the couch to the exit before anyone has the chance to stop him. He opens the door and slams it shut, using explosions to ruin the doorknob on the outside. Then he runs as fast as he could out of the building, ignoring the shouts for him to stop. He runs all the way towards one of the fake cities used for training and hides inside one of the buildings. This should buy him enough time and be secluded enough for his next step. He scrolls through his contacts before finding the one he is looking for.
He clicks on it with no hesitation and anxiously waits for the contact to pick up. Within seconds of calling, his call is answered.
"Daddy?"
“Hello puppy, is there something you needed?” Shigaraki answered casually.
All it took was the man's calm, soothing voice coming through the tiny speaker, and Katsuki shattered into pieces. He cried, “I-i'm sorry you were right about the heroes. I know I was bad, but I want to come home. I want to be with you and Papa. Please, Daddy, please bring me home! I can't stay here anymore!” His sobs shook his body as all the emotions he had been repressing since his arrival came out at once.
“You're not bad; you were just trying to follow your dreams. But that's all they are—dreams. The reality is that there are no heroes in this corrupt society. No room for good morals to grow when hero society crushes them before they can sprout. You understand that now, don’t you, pup?” His voice flowed through the phone effortlessly, calming the boy through tone alone.
“Y-yes,” Katsuki sniffled.
“I will come get you if you promise me something first.” Tomura offered, like dangling a carrot on a stick, it was almost too easy.
“Anything!” The boy cried. He just wanted to go home with the only people who have ever truly loved and cared about him.
“Promise me that you are mine, that you belong to me, to my pack, that you will devote yourself to the pack and will never try to leave us again.”
The implications were clear. Choose us, leave the heroes behind, and come home. Katsuki doesn’t hesitate to answer.
“I’m yours. I'll let go of everyone from the past. No one else matters. I only want Daddy and Papa. I only want the pack. I promise.” Katsuki opened the bond and sent through all his emotion; he hopes his Daddy can feel his sincerity.
“Good boy. Go to the courtyard by yourself and make sure not to be seen. We'll be there soon.” The line goes dead.
He follows the instructions and makes his way to the main courtyard in front of the school. It takes him a little bit more time since he was trying to avoid being seen. By the time he gets there, he can hear the panicked screams of students and see the surrounding tree line glowing with blue flames. Papa
He breaks out into a sprint, running toward the action, not caring who sees him. He noticed something odd. Daddy was in the center of the fight, battling most of the teachers himself; he was decimating his opponents with multiple quirks. There were also hundreds of villains he didn’t recognize filling the area. A lot has changed in the past months; he hopes they'll be willing to share their stories of their time without him.
A large hand suddenly grabs him from behind. He recognizes the quirk; it’s from a ginger girl in 1-B. He screams, “Let me go!” but stops when she winks and whispers, "Quite, Kats, it’s almost time to go home.”
“Himiko!” He whispered, turning to hug the villain in disguise. She hugs him back just as fiercely, the smell of sour citrus candy surrounding him, putting him at ease.
“Hey little bro, I missed you too, but there’s no time to catch up! We need to get you to Shiggy; as long as you make physical contact with him, the heroes won’t be able to take you away!" She explained that it was a legal thing. As soon as Katsuki makes contact with Shigaraki, then technically it is a reunification instead of a kidnapping, and the heroes cannot interfere.
The pair run along the outskirts of the battle, pretending to be escaping students. But stop when they hear a student shout, "Kendo, I need your help over here!”
“This is where we part ways. Remember, all you need to do is make it to Shiggy. Keep running; we're all here to help you. I’ll see you at home, okay?" With that, the girl turned to help her ‘classmates’.
He runs along the flaming tree line but is stopped once again, this time by a familiar scent. He follows the scent of cinnamon and gingerbread into the forest and yelps as he is picked up from behind.
“Atsuhiro!” Katsuki exclaims at the man dressed in his full magician costume, complete with mask.
The Alpha set him down. "Hello, my dear boy, I heard you need some assistance getting to our fearless leader.”
“Yes please.” Atsuhiro is a master of evasion; if anyone could get him to his Daddy without being noticed, it was him.
“Take my hand, and I’ll carry you there.” He is compressed into a blue marble as soon as their skin makes contact. Time was hard to tell in the marbles; all he can feel is the vague movement of Atsuhiro running and jumping.
There was a sudden, harsh attack, then he was abruptly let out of the marble and sent tumbling out onto the ground. He turns to see Mr. Compress doubled on the floor like someone had kicked him in the stomach. He wants to cry out in concern, but the heroes can’t know he’s trying to escape.
A hand grabs him by the scruff of his neck, and a woman’s voice rings out, “I found him!” It was the rabbit hero Mirko. She throws him over her shoulder and begins sprinting; god knows where. Katsuki tries to wiggle his way out of her hold without looking suspicious, but her grip is too tight.
This is bad. At this point in the fight, heroes from all over were beginning to appear. It was not looking good for Katsuki. Are he and the League even going to be able to escape together?
“Don't worry, pup, I am here to help! No, I’m not!” An army of Twice doubles seems to appear out of nowhere. They surround them and begin to attack Mirko all at once. The mass of clones gets bigger and bigger, eventually dislodging him from her hold. He hears her curse, reaching out to grab him but is interrupted by a punch to the back of the head. With a growl, she returns to fighting off the clones. While Katsuki is passed through the sea of clones until he lands in the hands of one with the pink handkerchief wrapped around his head.
“Jin!” The boy cried out in joy; the unmistakable scent of strawberries and tobacco gave him away as the real Jin, along with the pink cloth smelling of Himiko.
“It’s me, baby; let's finish this and get you home.” The masked man takes off the handkerchief and ties it around Katsuki’s wrist. Then he begins to sprout hundreds of Bakugo clones; each Twice that wasn’t actively fighting took one and ran in a different direction. Each young clone screamed out for help. The surrounding heroes looked agitated and confused, not knowing where the real Bakugo was. It should buy them some time; they probably won't be too keen on hitting the boy's clones with enough force they melt.
They get to the epicenter of the chaos. The fight is currently in the air away from the students and the rest of the heroes. It's All Might v. Shigaraki, along with Hawks running interference, fighting any villains trying to aid Tomura. There were helicopters in the air broadcasting the fight. It was a mess.
“I can’t follow you into the skies. Stay here and wait for the best moment to strike. All it takes is one touch, and an automatic ceasefire will begin. Good luck, pup, I’ll see you soon!” With a kiss to the forehead, Twice leaves him to go help the rest of the rest of their allies.
He hides behind some rubble, watching the two exchange powerful blows in the air. Eventually Tomura gets the upper hand; he uses some sort of air cannon quirk along with a red lightning-like ability to land a blow so hard it knocks All Might back down to earth. The man's body creates a huge crater on the ground below; a large cloud of dust and white steam surrounds the area.
Tomura hovered in the air for a moment before descending down toward the edge of the crater.
When the steam cleared, gasps were heard all around; there stood a small skeletal All Might.
“Is this your symbol of peace? The man meant to protect you all? Don’t make me laugh! You all believe your heroes are infallible, but look at the one you put your all trust in! Your so-called hero society is an embarrassment; look at him! You did this! No man is an island; one human is not meant to carry the weight of the world on their shoulders! Burdening one man alone with the safety of the country... You have all killed your symbol of peace. I pity the next one you'll prop up to take his place.” Shigaraki stared straight into the camera as he delivered his speech, knowing they were broadcasting live across the nation.
All Might's right arm puffed up as he ran towards Shigaraki, screaming, “United States of Sma-”
This was his moment. Bakugo launches himself out of his hiding spot, propelling himself towards the villain. All Might falters just as he thought he would, stopping his attack just as Katsuki covers Tomura’s body with his own. The man stumbled, falling hard onto the ground to avoid hitting the boy.
His Daddy’s hands plops down onto his head, one hand gently carding through his hair while the other stroked his face. Shigaraki’s nose scrunched in disgust, his ears twitching in irritation when he noticed the offensive products tarnishing his son's neck. He peeled the scent patch off, throwing it onto the floor before leaning down to lick at the bite, his tongue cleaning off all the neutralizer off the giggling pup's neck. He spat the disgusting product out onto the ground once he was satisfied his pup smelled sufficiently of him. Smiling, “There you are, puppy. Ready to go home?”
Everyone watched with bated breaths as the child fearlessly nuzzled into the deadly hands of Tomura Shigaraki. His loud purring and swift wagging of his tail made it clear what he was thinking. Of course!
“Bakugo! Get away from him!” He hears Kirishima scream from somewhere to his left.
“Young Bakugo, please-” Toshinori took a step towards the boy on stopping when Shigaraki snarled at him, stating.
“Not a step closer, All Might. You know, as well as I do, that this is no longer a battle you can use fists to fight. Stand down and call off your men.”
“Of course, though I expect the same in return, first.” The hero replied through clenched teeth.
“Paranormal Liberation Army, stand down!” With just a sentence, all movement from the villain's side came to an end on the battlefield.
Shigaraki raised a brow at All Might, “Well?”
Toshinori raised a hand to the comm in his ear, solemnly stating. “All heroes stand down.”
The fighting slowed to a stop, and all eyes turned to them. Many of the disgruntled heroes came to stand beside All Might, releasing loud complaints but following his lead.
“Who are they, Daddy?” The boy asked, pointing toward the hundreds of unknown villains coming to line up behind them.
"Oh, just a few new allies; nothing you have to worry your pretty little head about.” The man wraps his arms around the boy, turning him around to face the heroes. “It would seem there are some people wanting to speak with you.”
Katsuki stiffened as he watched the sea of heroes part. Nezu and Eraserhead, along with both his parents, came walking towards them, moving to stand with the fallen All Might.
“Give me back, my damn kid, you filthy fucking villain!” Mitski screamed, snarling viciously at the Alpha holding her son captive. The only thing holding her back from pouncing on the man was All Might’s grip on her wrist.
“Yours, you say? How exactly does this pup belong to you?” Shigaraki gently tilted the boy's head back, exposing his neck for all to see. “This bite is mine. My claim is strong and alive within him, whereas yours died long ago. You may have created him, but I have more of a right to him than any of you do. He belongs to me. I’m taking him back, and there’s nothing you can do about it.” A smug, mocking smile graced the villain's face as he watched the shitty excuses for parents seethe. Only getting angrier as the pup began to purr louder, nuzzling into the villain, ignoring them and leaking out the sweet scent of joy and contentment into the air.
Shouts of disbelief rang up from the other heroes.
“There’s no way!”
“He can't be serious!”
“We can’t just let him take him away!”
A loud bang is heard, then Nezu’s voice rings out, “Quiet down, please! Shigaraki is correct; since the two have made contact, despite our best efforts, a ceasefire will now be put into place. Any hero who dares interfere with their reunification will be putting their license at risk of being revoked. Since he is the only parent who is actively bonded with the boy, he has full rights to do as he pleases.”
With that threat in mind, most heroes either began walking off the battlefield since the fight was effectively over or stayed behind, looking apprehensive but not willing to interfere.
Yagi, despite the warnings, stepped forward, couching down at eye level with the boy, and asked. “Young Bakugo, please, is this truly what you want?”
"Yeah, bro, there's no way you actually want to leave, right?” Kirishima yelled only a few steps behind his teacher.
“You understand that by doing this you are denouncing your right to stand as a hero and siding with the villains, correct? If you leave now, you may never return to the halls of UA again.” Aizawa said in a pleading tone, hoping the warning would change the boy's mind.
“What have heroes ever done for me? They abandoned me for months, then tried to traffic me when I was rescued. You're all nothing but a bunch of lying hypocrites. I want nothing to do with any of you.” Katsuki hissed, watching as his teacher's faces morphed into ones of shock. As if they didn’t know what he was talking about. Puh-lease, they're probably just acting for the cameras.
“We understand. Shigaraki, take your allies and leave the premises. The next time we meet will be with you behind bars.” The rest of the faculty turned to Nezu in shock. Not expecting him to give in so quickly.
“You can certainly wish~” The villain purrs, extending a hand using some sort of quirk Katsuki had never seen before. One by one members of the League appear in some sort of gray sludge. Kurogiri greets him before opening a large portal and ushering the large group of villains to follow.
The boy's purring gets louder and louder with the arrival of each of his pack members. One by one, each member of the League greeted him with a hug and a kiss, then walked into the portal until the only one missing was.
"Papa!"
“I’m here, baby!” Masuro answered, but Katsuki wasn't looking at him. No, he was looking at the patchwork arsonist known as Dabi.
The smile on his scarred face could only be described as terrifying, but to the boy it couldn't be any more comforting. The pup ran, jumping into the man's arms, nuzzling into his face and neck with fervor, the older Omega returning the action just as fiercely.
The scarred man walked over to the portal, greeting the white-haired villain with a kiss on the lips. Shocked gasps were heard all around, but it didn’t bother the little family. Katsuki only groaned “Ewww!” and looked away.
"Oh, are your Papa and Daddy just sooo gross?” Dabi asked jokingly, eyeing his mate with a look. Shigaraki seemed to get what he was implying instantly, saying, “You never seemed to mind when we did this!”
The two began to attack the boy’s face with kisses, leaving no place without a kiss. As the pup squirmed and giggled, whining, “Stop it!” Though everyone looking could tell he didn’t mean it.
It was only at that moment that the villains looked normal. They all looked so peaceful, as if they were in their own little world. As if the pup in their arms was their whole world. It was only then that some understood why the boy had done it. Why he had chosen them. They would never say it aloud, but he looked happy. Happier than they've ever seen. Even if it was with villains, they were happy for him. He no longer had to suffer.
A misty head peeking out of the portal broke up the moment. “Ahem-I need to close the portal soon. Are you ready, young master?”
The pair turned to look down at the boy expectantly. The boy eagerly replied, “Yes!” The parents look down at their boy and smile, nuzzling into his hair before walking into the portal.
A scream rang out, "Katsuki, wait! I'm sorry; I should have never listened to her. I can be better! I can be like him. Katsuki, please don’t leave me! I'm sorry, baby! I’m so sorry!” Masuro cried, running towards the portal. The boy didn’t even spare him a glance. The portal closed, leaving behind devastation and heavy hearts.
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On the other side of the portal, Katsuki is brought to the unfamiliar halls of what seems to be a mansion. He tries to ask where they are, but his Daddy shakes his head, and his Papa gestures for him to be silent. They walk to a large open living room with a huge nest nestled in the center in front of the television with some furniture placed around it. The rest of the pack are seated inside the nest, looking comfy, changed out of their villain costumes, and ready to nap. The nest sounds like a litter of kittens; when they approach it, each pack member purring loudly, so happy to have their youngest pup back home. They place him in the center, the rest of the family laying around him. Then he’s told the story of their pack.
He’s told of a boy who was a boy who was abused because of a decision his grandmother made as a hero. A decision that ultimately led him to falling into the hands of a dangerous evil man who groomed and abused him until the boy found his plans and killed him. Tenko Shimura
A girl who just wanted to be accepted and was outcast because of the quirk she was born with. Looked at like she was a monster for instincts that came naturally to her. And abused until she snapped, then blamed for being born incorrectly. Himiko Toga
A hero student who wanted nothing more than to help people but was killed. Caught in the crossfire of centuries-old conflict that had nothing to do with him. Whose corpse was stolen and desecrated until he was brought back to life. Oboro Shirakumo
A boy who was treated like an animal and bullied his whole life because of a mutation quirk. Discriminated against and beaten for simply being born different. Iguchi Shuuichi
A boy who was ridiculed for simply questioning the wealth and morality of heroes. Who wanted to take wealth away from heroes and give back to the poor. Atsuhiro Sako
A girl trapped in the wrong body just trying her best to be accepted. Only to be rejected and made a social pariah at each turn. Until her best option for a normal life was becoming a villain. Kenji Hikiishi
And finally. The son of a hero, born from an illegal quirk marriage. Genetically bred to be the perfect cross between fire and ice. A child made to defeat All Might. Cast aside and left to die when he wasn’t born with the perfect quirk. His death was hidden, swept under the rug by the HPSC. His body stolen and experimented on with no one to fight for him, the boy resorted to villainy to survive; he had no other choice. Touya Todoroki
After they are each done, telling the stories of how they got to where they are. The rest of the pack turned to look at the boy in barely concealed excitement. He was trembling with restrained rage and muttering something so quietly and viciously, the others couldn’t quite comprehend what he was saying but they could feel what he was projecting into the bond; only Shigaraki seemed to be able to actually understand the boy.
“They can’t hear you, puppy. Can you say that a little louder?”
“I want to tear it down. The system that hurt you, that hurt us, I want it gone. I want to find those responsible and punish them. I want to destroy them all.” The boy rambled almost hysterically, not noticing the wide smiles directed at him or the glances and looks the other were exchanging over his head.
“Then that's what we’ll do. You only had to ask.”
And with that, the boy succumbed to villainy. The poor thing never stood a chance. He was going to learn to accept the truth, whether he liked it or not. This was all a lesson for his own good afterall, not that he’ll ever find out.
The League could have saved him the same day he was taken. Spiriting him away from the commission with a portal in seconds. But where was the lesson in that? Shigaraki knew the boy would always have interests in heroes; nothing he said would ever change that… Unless he let the heroes shatter the boys' dreams themselves. He’d give the boy up, just long enough for the heroes to show their true colors, then snatch him back.
Of course he couldn't just send his baby into the lion's den with no protection. He just so happened to have a contact who was very interested in spreading chaos through the media. And pictures of the number three hero rescuing the latest and greatest news story were just up their alley. They helped spread rumors and lies to make his pup’s life hell until the only ones he had to turn to were them. Their spy sent them intricate details of the boy’s day, letting them know when the pup was doing worst so they had a chance to get into his head with maximum efficiency.
It was no coincidence Tomura made the boy pick sides publicly. No matter what happens, even if he ever changes his mind, no one will ever trust him again. He’ll have no one to run to except for his pack. Their baby was truly all theirs now in mind, body, and soul. And they are never ever letting him go again.
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#platonic yandere#parental yandere#yandere bnha#yandere dabi#yandere shigaraki tomura#bnha fanfiction#mha fanfiction
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∙ tsuyu asui:
sweet cream (f)
∙ katsuki bakugou:
distant memories (a)
trainwreck - chapters: 01 | 02
touch your toes. (s)
i spy with my little eye (s)
everlasting love (a)
college!au
getting your hair done
online shopping
you. keep. moaning.
bf!katsuki
christmas
too many naps
gift-giving
after the fight with shigaraki
four seasons | (s)
katsuki and softie!gf pt.2 pt.3
the one who can’t keep his hands off you
katsuki with a perfect girlfriend
∙ sero hanta:
bf!sero
sending nudes
∙ kyoka jirou:
friends who kiss
∙ denki kaminari:
pathetic denki
∙ eijirou kirishima:
i spy with my little eye (s)
spying on you
∙ izuku midoriya:
my heart weeps for you. (a)
bf!izuku
his housewife
helping you study
halloween decorating
defending you
cupid's arrow | (s)
izuku who wants you so bad
∙ tomura shigaraki:
i was all over her (a)
streamer!au
dirty talk
helping you cheat
delinquent college boyfriend
bachata baby | (s)
professor!shigaraki
∙ hitoshi shinsou
rainy day
∙ aizawa shota:
rocks in the river (f)
incubus aizawa
shota cuts all your vegetables
get on your knees | (s)
∙ keigo takami:
wings of the devil (a)
∙ dabi todoroki:
you traitor. (a & f)
rocky relationship
in honour of his bday
innocent to wicked | (s)
∙ shoto todoroki:
i can’t wait to meet you (f)
do you pinky promise, papa? (f)
falling back to peace (a)
yandere!au
addicted to fucking
looking glass | (s)
blowjob with shoto
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Your platonic yandere papa Aizawa fics never fail to make me expressive (I have crippling daddy issues, pls don’t stop writing him)
It has been a while since I wrote something 4 yan papa Aizawa... hmm, maybe I will soon
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about me :P
-i'm Christian btw but i prob won't make this blog solely about God (fav bible verse is Jeremiah 29:11)-
Noelle (middle name)
indian/south african
she/her
turning 14 (3 nov)
fav anime: one piece (eps 440)
anime crush list (so far):
(OP) Law, Ace, Sabo, Shanks (gosh i need help), Penguin, Koby, Zoro, Sanji, Cora-san, Luffy (MHA) Sero, Shigaraki, Dabi, Hizashi, Shinso and Aizawa (again i need help) (KNY) Inosuke, Giyuu and Obanai
celebrity crush list:
montana jordan, devon bostick, gerard way, frank iero, charley yang (boywithuke)
fav tv show: the big bang theory
hobbies: drawing, listening to music, baking/cooking, writing poetry
fav bands/music artists: boywithuke, my chemical romance, falling in reverse, papa roach, hozier, slipknot, iron maiden, metallica
fav videogame: fnaf, fallout shelter, the sims, minecraft
what i might write: hot takes, random thoughts, art, poetry, one piece/mha/demon slayer x reader, yandere stories, things I write in general, comfort hcs (I have anxiety and other stuff that need a trigger warning before mentioning)
what i do not write: hateful content (no homophobic, racist, sexist etc content), ships or smut
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Omg I didn't even think to look on your ao3 account lol, but honestly I don't have really any ship or trope preferences but I do absolutely love the type of fics where EraserMic adopts kids lmao
YES THEN YOU DEFINITELY CAME TO THE RIGHT PERSON! HOLD ONTO YOUR HATS, CAUSE WE ABOUT TO GO ON A RIDE!
Alcohol and Good Decisions by Scotty1609
It's not a long fic, and is currently in progress, BUT this is THE cutest EraserMic fic I have read! Basically, Aizawa didn't win the Sportsfest and never made it into the UA hero course. Instead, he went Ketsubutsu Academy with Ms. Joke and is besties with her.
Fast forward several years, and he has been the guardian of 5 year old Izuku Midoriya for 3 years, and Emi tells him to take a break. He goes to a bar and meets a certain blond ... a certain blond that is nice to his son. Aizawa is love.
All for One (None for Any) by ShadeCrawler (love this author. highly recommend anything by them)
This is my current obsession. Holy Molely. This is another ongoing series (updates EXTREMELY frequently though) and is a platonic Yandere Aizawa fic. Aizawa has always been possessive over things that he considers his. His possessions. His friends. His husband. He meets Izuku at the Quirk Apprehension Test, and sees Hizashi's intelligence in those green eyes that are similar to his husband's, and sees his own stubbornness and determination in him as he breaks his finger and smiles and knows that Izuku is meant to be his son. THIS FIC IS INCREDIBLE.
The Frustrating Ordeal Of Not Being Known (Beyond A Tail And Whiskers) by Otaku6337 (another amazing author. Especially for Dadzawa)
This one is a one-shot, but it's just under 10k. Izuku is out and about when he gets hit by a quirk that turns him into a cat. Aizawa is on patrol and finds him, but doesn't recognize him. He brings the kitten back to UA to take care of him, not realizing Midoriya is missing since he was supposed to be gone for the weekend. Izuku centric, FUCKING ADORABLE
Life is Ruff, But I'm so Fur-tunate to Have Met You by Scotty1609
Kid Izuku lives across the hall from Yamada and Aizawa with his not so nice, neglectful father. The Yamazawa get a dog and needs a dog walker, which is where Izuku comes in. They get to know the kid, and the more they do, the more they want to help him and bring him into their family. Soooooo cute with sprinkles of angst. Complete 15/15 chapters
End Times by parkinglotart
After the sludge villain incident, Izuku discovers he has a quirk that allows him to see a timer that counts down to people's death, and also gives up on getting into the hero course in favor for the support course. He also starts doing analyst work online and meets Eraserhead and Dectective Tsukauchi. I ADORE this fic. It's on going, currently at 23 chapters, and is just so so so good with some Dadzawa and Shinsou and Izuku friendship
I have so many more, but this should be a good starter.
Shameless plug, I have three Dadzawa fics on AO3!
Take it to the Grave: Dadzawa to Bakugou who is sad and is determined to visit his friend.
Marks Left Behind: Dadzawa to Izuku, post Kamino Ward, notices Izuku's bruise left from his conversation with All Might on the beach.
Dial-In: On going series featuring Papa Mic and his talk show with his repeat caller, one kid Izuku
#the hive#anons 🕶#ask b#b answers#🐝 answers#fic rec#mha#my hero academia#bnha#boku no hero academia#bnha fic#mha fic#mha fic rec#bnha fic rec#dadzawa#aizawa shouta#eraserhead#midoriya izuku
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I’m feeling soft today so how about some soft platonic eraser mic stuff! Just write whatever comes to mind :)) also I really like your writing! Keep up the good work <3
FLUFFY SCENARIO- ERASERMIC X SICK READER
(Short)
You were sick today, you went to sleep last night, cuddled up with one of their cats, and then BAM in the morning, you felt like someone had stomped on you, your nose was stuffy, your head hurt, your limbs felt like lead, and you just felt terrible. You looked it too, Heavy bags residing under your eyes, and your complexion had lost some of its color, you just wanted to curl up into a ball and sleep, so when one of your “fathers” walked in the room, and spotted your ill-looking figure, worry came down like a tsunami upon them.
Hizashi immediately bent down to get a look at your half asleep face, cupping it in his hands while you cuddled into him for warmth, he knew they should’ve made you put on a jacket before you went outside! And now look, your all icky and sick! He gave you a kiss on the forehead, then swooped you right out of your bed, not giving you a chance to even register what was happening, as he hushed you when you whined at the sudden moment.
“Hold on honey, we’re just gonna move you so you can be warm with your papa alright?” He cooed, moving your head back into his chest, and holding you tight. You sighed and just gave up, not having the energy to complain about being picked up, as much as it annoys you, you don’t have to move, so it’s a win there. You just closed you eyes and snuggled into him, rubbing your stuffy nose.
“My head hurts” you bluntly stated, not caring if it came out rude or not, he gave you a sympathetic look, taking a note of the symptoms in his mind. Placing a hand on your forehead, he tutted at the heat radiating off of your skin, you really are sick, poor thing!
When you had arrived at their room, you were placed in your parents bed, the fluffy blanket pulled over you, you were tucked into aizawas chest, this was one of the rare days they were both home, they’d taken the week off from hero work so they could spend it with you, so of course something has to go wrong at the start of it, doenst mean you are any less adorable though, even when you’re sick.
“So she is sick, I thought you were exaggerating again , she’s really warm right now, we should get her a cooling pad, and can you get some water? In case she needs it” he asked his husband, worriedly looking down at you, you just ratted back up at him meeting his gaze for a moment, he rubbed slow circles on your back, waiting for the yellow haired husband of his to come back with some stuff.
“Daddy, I don’t feel good. I feel icky” you muttered, sunning it up pretty easily, he cooed, and pulled you close, you were laying plain ontop of him, your lags straddling the sides of his waist, and his hands wrapping around your waist and the back of your neck, he hummed in acknowledgment, telling you that he knows, and that he’s gonna make it all better.
“Oh I know, papas getting some medicine to make you feel better right now, for now you’re just gonna stay here with me while we wait, I can turn a tv show on if you want?”
“No thank you, I just wanna sleep”
Eventually , mic had come back, just to fInd you completely passed out in his husbands chest, Aizawa humming a low tune to you, rocking back and forth slowly, tug of you under a light blanket, it was the cutest thing he’d ever seen! He set the glass of steer down, along with the small cold medicine bottle, and a coolng pad he found in the pantry, Jumping in the sheets with both of you, just to be included in the moment
Well… you’d still feel like crap, but at least you got some cuddles
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The whole week has just been a rollercoaster of emotions, the cold lasted for almost the entirety of it, you were always either too hot, or too cold, not once did your nose decide to let you breath, and you barely felt like you could move a muscle. you were pamepered like a little princess the whole time, when your nose wa stuffy, they would help you blow it, when you were cold, you had plenty of cats, humans, and blankets to heat you up, when you wanted to eat something, they would hand feed it to you, every little thing could be done, was done. Of course, You spent most of it in bed, snuggling.
Any time you left the bed, or the couch, or the beanbag, it was always because somebody carried you off somewhere else, you never even tried to walk, as they had it covered for you.
And to your suprise, you liked it. Always being so warm and fluffy, it made you feel really nice, like a bunch of little butterfly’s in your stomach, they liked it too, as you were always so sweet and docile, always having a content little smile on your face, when you’d finally healed from your sudden illness, it hit them like a trick, you weren’t gonna want to cuddle anymore? Doesn’t matter, you’re doing it anyway.
“Sweet, we think maybe you should start sleeping in our room from now on, with us” mic spoke to a half asleep you, stroking your hair out of your face while proposing the idea, he sat up, holding his arms under your butt so he could prop you up with him, you shoved your face into his chest in attempts to shield yourself from the light coming from the nearby lamp, clutching at the sides of his shirt to make sure he was still there.
“Oh… yeah, uh huh, you could do that. Yep” you muttered not really speaking to him, just speaking in general, not even realizing what you’re agreeing too, all your private time would get taken away, of course you didn’t know that, you’re just half asleep and wanting to snuggle. You’re a little snuggle bug, their little snuggle bug.
“Oh well that’s just great isn’t it? Daddy loves you, you know that? I love you so, so much” he cooed, embracing you in a warm hug, you smiled into his shoulder, nodding at his words. A small chuckle left his lips at how sleepy you are right now, there is no possible way you are going to remember any of this in the morning.
“Goodnight, I love you”
“I love you too”
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I have trouble creating a completely original plot without any leads, so this was a bit tough for me, they always end up shorter, and I feel bad about that, sorry!
(I might end up changing this later, please tell me if it’s bad quality so I can!)
Thank you for requesting, have a great day today anon! Goodbye!
#yandere erasermic x reader#yandere aizawa#yandere hizashi yamada#soft yandere#fluffy yandere#yandere fluff#yandere soft#platonic yandere#yandere my hero academia#yandere present mic#yandere daddy#yandere papa#yandere parents
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Platonic Aizawa and Present mic where reader was doing a patrol with a few friends of class 1A and Hitoshi and something happens and reader gets trapped with this hero that panicked saving their self and left reader for dead.
Did I make this while in a depressive episode yes, so if its more like comedy then angst hehe-
Kofi
Warnings: implied murder, class 1-a tells erasermic what happened much to the heroes dismay, Reader wakes up kidnapped, class 1-a is also a yandere.
It was Reader’s first mission together with Hitoshi and Uraraka. They were incredibly excited, especially since they were with their favorite hero: NYX. “We will be doing a rescue mission, if you sense any danger get out of there.” Nyx told them. “Take care of each other. [Hero name], you are with me.”
“Understood!” Reader agreed happily. “Stay safe.” Hitoshi whispered in his sibling’s ear as they separated. “I will.”
Well, Reader tried. During the rescue mission they were caught by villains, and NYX left Reader and the victim as the main villain made the building collapse. Reader used their body to protect the victim causing Reader to pass out.
“[Hero name]? "Please be okay!” the victim shouted. The victim kept shouting for help and help.
“Where is Reader?” Hitoshi asked NYX when he saw them come out alone. “They were supposed to be behind me.” NYX lied, turning around in fake concern. “Where are they?” Uraraka asked, feeling nervous.
“Uraraka, call Eraserhead. I will deal with NYX.”
When Erasermic had arrived at the scene, multiple heroes were trying to get into the building and get Reader. Uraraka made the ruins float and when Tokoyami arrived together with Hawks he used Dark Shadow to lift up wrecks. “Bird!” The victim shouted. “[Hero Name] is injured! Please help! Please!”
“Go to Reader, Hitoshi. We will take care of NYX.” Present mic told his adoptive son. “Fuck them up.” Hitoshi told his dads. Eraserhead just nodded and pushed them away.
“We are going to talk.” Eraserhead told NYX and Present mic started to drag them towards an alleyway.
“Fucking hell.” Hitoshi gasped out when he saw his siblings' injuries. “I am so sorry.” The victim apologized. “You have nothing to say sorry for.” Hitoshi promised her. “Hitoshi, go with Reader into ambulance. We will give Eraserhead and Present Mic the location.”
Hitoshi nodded at Uraraka.
When Reader woke up they were in a hospital-like room. But when they looked out of the window they saw that they weren’t. It looked like Aizawa’s home scenery.
“Shouldn’t I be in the dorms?” Reader mumbled out loud. “Reader!” Hizashi shouted happily and hugged them. “You woke up.”
Hizashi started crying as Aizawa, Hitoshi and Uraraka rushed in. Luckily there was a lot of room. “What the fuck is going on?” Reader mumbled out. “Papa, why am I here instead of a hospital? Is Miss Butterfly okay?”
“Miss butterfly is okay.” Hitoshi told Reader. Class 1-a nodded and Uraraka said: “She is alright, she gave me this letter to give to you.”
Uraraka showed Reader the letter and then put it down on the desk. “she was really sad when we told her you wouldn’t become a hero.” Hitoshi chuckled as Aizawa petted your hair. “Wait, why wouldn’t I become a hero?”
“Don’t worry Reader! Class 1-a will visit a lot!” Uraraka said in a comforting tone. “Now hold on, who said I won’t be a hero?”
“We did.” Aizawa said. Reader looked at Hizashi. “Mainly me actually.” Hizashi casually said. “Shota thought you would still be able to be a support hero, but you are way too precious for that!”
“What the fuck.”
#treefairy🧚♂️🍁#soft yandere#platonic yandere#yandere x darling#male yandere#yandere bnha#yandere mha#yandere my hero academia#yandere father#yandere eraserhead#eraserhead#yandere erasermic#yandere platonic#platonic#kinda angst#yandere aizawa shouta#yandere aizawa#yandere present mic#yandere shinso hitoshi#shinso hitoshi#yandere hizashi#yandere hizashi yamada#bnha hizashi#hizashi yamada#mha hizashi#erasermic#mha aizawa#shota aizawa#bnha aizawa#yandere boku no hero academia
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Hiiiii i sent the ask for dadzawa maybe he couldn't get a babysitter so he took her to work and then got jealous from all the attention on her (or you could do g/n idc what ever you prefer) so when they got home they snuggled for the night 🌉
♡ Bring Your Kid to Work Day ♡
(A/N: Ahhhhh, I love platonic yanderes 🥺🥺 I’m happy to be writing for them again!!! I hope you like this and it’s what you wanted!! Let me know if you liked <3)
Summary: Your father takes you to work with him for the first time. You have a lot of fun, making new friends. Your overprotective father, Aizawa, didn’t not have as much fun (Platonic!Yan!Aizawa x Child!fem!reader)
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Shouta takes a small glance in his rear-view mirror, looking back at you to see you happily coloring in your coloring book. Your babysitter had something to do today, which he could tell was total bullshit and her wanting to play hooky. However, he let it slide. He never passed up an opportunity to spend time with his four year old daughter.
Although, that meant that you had to go to his work with him. While Shouta liked taking you out to do fun things, like going to the park or the zoo. However taking you to work with him was very different. He worked at a hero academy, a place where villains constantly tried to attack! And Shouta was... overprotective, to say the least. So being somewhere that’s constantly in danger, didn’t bode well with him.
Yet, you happily hum the theme song of your favorite cartoon, swinging your legs back and forward. Your legs being short enough that they don’t even hit the back of your papa’s seat. You’re so young, completely unaware of how horrible the world can be.
You reach over to the cup holder, eating the rest of your left over french fries that your Uncle ‘Zashi had so generously gotten for you. You happily continue coloring with your crayons, you loved going to your papa’s work today! You got to see your uncles and aunts, and you made some new friends with his students!
You look up as Shota pulls into the driveway of your home, leaving the drivers seat and going to yours so he can get you out of your car seat. “Papa, I wanna go to your school again!” You squeal, being picked up out of your car seat and put on the ground. “Probably not, Sen will be able to watch you tomorrow” Shouta says, watching you grab your Sanrio themed backpack out of the car. The backpack filled with your dolls, crayons, and snacks.
You loved your babysitter, Sen, but you wanted to see the new friends that you had just made! “But, papa!” You whine, running a bit to catch up to him while he unlocks the front door. “I wanna see my new friends!” You whine even more, pouting at your father. Him only chuckling at the pout on your small face.
“So what? You love them more than papa now?” Shouta teases, reaching down and picking you up. Although he may have a teasing tone to his voice, there is a genuine question there. When Shouta looks at you, all he sees is the baby that he rescued three years ago. One day, you’ll grow up. You’ll leave him and forget about how much you love your papa and how much fun you had while having tea parties with him or playing heros.
“Wha? No! I love papa the mostest!” You say, looking at your father with the most serious face that you can put on. Wrapping your arms around his neck to give him a hug. About ten seconds after, he puts you down on the floor of the mudroom. “That’s enough of that” Shouta mutters, he was never super big in physical affection but he could make small exceptions for your hugs.
Before he places you on the floor, you grab the capture weapon off of his neck. You drape it around your own, giggling as you run off to chase the cats and have fun. Shouta wishes you could stay so young forever, keep you safe forever. Sadly, he can’t make you stay young forever, but he‘ll keep you safe until hell freezes over.
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#soft yandere#platonic yandere#yandere dadzawa#yandere bnha#yandere!aizawa#yandere aizawa#yandere aizawa x reader#yandere shouta#yandere shouta aizawa
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All time favorite post
Markiplier egos with a winged Y/N
Yandere Markiplier egos with a Tiny Y/N
I-I can explain
Y/N is good with kids,Markiplier ego reaction
Y/N is wearing their sweater,Markiplier ego reaction
No I will not be explaining
Egos wanting attention from Y/N
Y/N baking for the egos
Punch out fighter(platonic) fighting for attention
Googleiplier tried weed
Yandere Prince Charming
Yandere doc ocks with super hero Y/N
Stranger things boys waking you up
Papa mark camping
Mark stumbles upon passed out Child Y/N in the forest
Being Aizawa’s favorite and he’s overprotective
Impressing Aizawa
Aizawa happy that Y/N is okay after fighting Bakugou
Being Aizawa’s favorite and being in the crystal gems
Being All night’s secret love child and Deku & Bakugou find out
Being Aizawa’s favorite because Y/N is like present mic
Being all night’s kid and Deku being a yandere for Y/N
Deku telling All might (Y/N’s dad) their dating
Being in third year and being BFFS with Shigaraki online and irl
Quarantine with some of the MHA boys
Join the L.O.V after being beaten to a pulp because Dabi found us
Partners reunion
Motherly s/o slashers part 2
Yandere justice league
How to add keep reading on mobile
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How would the Erasermic family react to the reader having a previous Yandere family that’s looking for them again?
The reader isn’t too phased with the Yandere behavior but they get a message or news of their past family looking for them again and they’re a bit surprised since they thought their last family was dead or arrested
I chose the platonic yandere League of Villains and this will have some Manga spoilers, so if you're an anime only fan please skip this post!
So, this would probably occur after the whole war arc (which im not caught up on, but details details). Anyways, you're someone they rescued from the League of Villains. Nobody knows why they took you, but now you're out of there.
Aizawa and Hizashi have a... habit for taking children in bad situations. And when they find you, alone and defenseless with the country's biggest and baddest villains, they can't help but take you in. They know that you need stability and guidance to make you a well-adjusted civilian.
And they're not half bad. There is less of them to keep up with. Just your new Papa and Dad, plus your brother and sister. Occasionally Aunt Emi comes over to hang out, but five people is easier to handle then the ten or eleven you had to deal with during your time with the League of Villains.
They're not half bad. They're not as violent or demanding and they're certainly a lot cleaner. Sure Papa 'Zashi is a bit more suffocating and Dad's pretty strict, but Auntie Emi is funny and your siblings get along nicely (unlike the League of Villains).
But as you settle into your new family, something occurs to you, not everyone from the League died or were imprisoned.
Infamously, Dabi was able to escape getting arrested with the help of the Todoroki Family's lawyers. Hawks was innocent in the eyes of the law. Himiko hasn't been found yet.
So that's three people still after you. Maybe that's why you're not allowed out yet. It's not safe. It might never be safe.
But you don't care. Besides, isn't your new family enough?
#platonic yandere#platonic yandere erasermic family#platonic yandere league of villains#bnha manga spoilers
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