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[aizawife]

Caught in Your Web

Requested: Getting together with Mirko.

Summary: Everyone knew Redback, barely anyone saw Kenji — except for Mirko, who saw the spider, its web, and its prey.

Word Count: 4622

Prompt Notes: Mirko x Spider-Man OC! Specific to the OC, written with a male reader in mind.

Author Notes: Good Lord, it has been a while! Sorry for taking so long with new content — I’ve had a lot on my plate the past few years with graduating uni (yay!) and moving on to med school. Even through it all, I never forgot about my love for both anime and writing, so here we are! Now, about this request…y’all. Huge shoutout to this requester !! This was not supposed to end up as long as it is (seriously, if you think you know how long this is, you really don't), but after talking to them about their OC and learning the backstory, I fell in love with them and ended up pouring so much into this. This is like a chapter worth of content, but I’m happy and so grateful I got to help deepen this character. I hope you all enjoy it (and share your OCs so I can write for them >.<); I'll be uploading some other stuff I wrote from before I went MIA soon, so look out for it! Welcome back <3

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“Wow, fourth one this week, huh?”

“Nah, that’s his sixth; keep up, man!”

It was a typical Thursday — well, as typical as it could be for anyone living in the Age of Heroes. As per usual, most people’s workday lunch break had now become a free all-inclusive ticket to a Spartan brawl between some Hero and any of the handful of villains propagated by the emergence of quirks. Today, the competitors in the ring happened to be two people of contrasting appearance: one small and fast, barely visible with both traits combined, while the other was almost comically large and consequently looking to be moving in slow motion with every movement.

Due to the fact that heroes and villains were always engaged in combat, it was ingrained in daily life, so most people just kept going about their usual routines. Regardless, any disturbance was disturbance, and onlookers gathered, a mixture of ordinary people and reporters vying to be the first with the exclusive story. 

The crowd watched as the swift Hero struck the hefty villain with pinpoint strikes as he dashed around at breakneck speed. Excited comments and whispers spread throughout the group of people as they watched the two fight, all curious to see who would win the epic battle between David and Goliath. But although the majority of competitors would have had serious expressions on their faces as they plotted their attacks and tried to read their opponents, the figure who was darting around appeared to be grinning broadly. With his smile, and the numerous taunts that erupted from his mouth, the sizable crowd observing became certain that it was the Vigilante Hero known as Redback.

“He’s really fighting to keep his No. 7 spot on the Hero list, isn’t he? Six villains in one week, that’s crazy.”

At the end of the block, the onlookers stared fixedly at the big brown behemoth as it feverishly swiped at itself. Redback moved so quickly around it that it seemed as though he was floating in the air, and with every dart around the enormous figure, his webbed cape flew around him. He sported a deep blue-tinted custom made suit that alternated between crimson and black. His calling card was a giant red spider insignia on his chest, which both villains and civilians recognized as a sign that justice was about to be served.

"Hasn't your mother ever told you to wipe your feet at the door? Look!" Redback delivered a straight punch to Dirt's face, tripping him backwards over his own two feet. With the Hero’s brutal strike, masses of dirt flew off of his body. "You're tracking dirt all over the place!" 

The audience watched as the brown giant staggered through the street, still trying to recover from the last hit. Now that it was closer, it was more visibly the plain outline of a man covered in crumbling earthy dirt. It grumbled as its big feet slapped the ground, launching specs of dirt into the air with each stride. 

Despite finding enjoyment in his battle just seconds before, panic swept across the audience as he looked to be approaching them. One of the commentators grew nervous and turned to his friend. "Dude…"

His friend instantly smacked his shoulder and raised a finger to his lips. "Shh! Don't make a sound!"

Thus, the two guys, as well as the rest of the crowd, stood there, one man quivering with fear and the other paralyzed with shock, watching as a gigantic brown foot kept stomping down the street. As the dirt monster came closer down the block, their bodies trembled from the sheer weight of his feet colliding with the earth, causing thundering steps to bounce around and ricochet off their bones. All they could do was watch as their fate approached, knowing that civilians were in no position to take on such villains, whether they had Quirks or not.

Suddenly, they heard something whizzing over them. Their eyes tried to track the shadowy figure that moved above them, but it was futile; his four limbs possessed the strength, dexterity, and speed of eight. But as they looked back down the street, they noticed a shimmering pattern. There were dozens of thin, tiny, glittering strings in front of them, and where they met, they resembled raindrops frozen in place, twinkling as though someone had taken each droplet and glued it so that the sun could dance across them. 

Upon completing his web-making and landing out of sight, Redback watched as the dirt creature charged up the street and stumbled right into the crystalline net in front of him, almost breaking through the wall of webbing. However, as expected, the strong webs simply absorbed Dirt's pressing force and pushed it back into him, causing him to become entangled and collapse, all nearby objects within a twenty-foot zone shaking as he crashed to the ground.

“Arghh!” He cried out, grumbling following suit as he struggled to get up. But before he could get off his knee, Redback descended from above and landed on his back.

In a swift motion, Redback lifted Dirt’s right arm in the air. He whiffed the air before saying, “You need a shower, dude — bad.” Then, he pushed the arm towards the left side of his torso while throwing his own body weight in the same direction. From a mix between the motion and Redback’s sheer strength alone, Dirt flipped over entirely, causing his chest to be exposed. Redback pinned him to the ground effortlessly, his knee pressing into Dirt's chest as he still struggled to break free from the webs. "Looks like I've got you right where I want you," Redback taunted with a smirk. 

He swung his head down towards Dirt's chest in an instant, releasing his chelicerae from his jaw. His fangs emerged from the basal section and swung out at their prey. He was aware that the feeling of them piercing his victim's skin would be no more agonizing than that of two tiny needles; but these tiny needles weren't entirely harmless, as they could easily pierce the skin before pumping neurotoxin out of their poison ducts.

As soon as they did, Dirt released a deep groan before attempting to pull Redback off of him, but his attempt was simply that - an attempt. His arm reached up, but soon went limp and fell back down with a thud. Dirt winced as the venom seeped further into his bloodstream, causing his muscles to weaken and his vision to blur before fading to black. 

Redback leaned in close, muttering, "You should've known better than to challenge me."

He leaned back with a triumphant grin, watching as Dirt's body went still. Once he got confirmation that paralysis was taking over his body, he retracted his fangs and quickly pulled his mask back down over his mouth. He jumped down, landing right in front of the large group of spectators, with the majority of them sprinting forward, a combination of congrats and whispers of awe taking over them.

“Redback, you’re so cool!” 

“What a hero.”

“Hey, Redback!” He glanced down at the youngster holding out a blue cap and permanent marker. The scar under his cheek and bruised knuckles stuck out to him. “Can you sign my hat?” Before he knew it, his observations had compelled him to fulfill the request.

“Sure, kid. Don’t lose it.” He grabbed the marker, scribbling his signature with a steady hand. Once he placed the hat back on the kid’s head, a recorder was thrust in his face.

“Redback, can you answer some questions for us?” The reporter's voice cut through the excited chatter of the crowd, drawing all attention to him.

Redback took a deep breath, mentally preparing himself for the questions that were about to come his way. ‘Interviewers…typical.’ It wasn't that he disliked them, they just all seemed to enjoy picking out bits and pieces from each response and spinning them into a mainly fictitious tale for profit, fame, and undeserved glory.

“We know about your dedication to restoring society’s order for not only civilians, but also Heroes and our judicial system. How do you plan on going about that? Was this villain a part of your efforts? How does he play into your mission?”

Just as he was about to answer, a loud pinging sound rang out. He traced the sounds down to his watch, where he noticed the alert:

[15:00 — XXX BUILDING]

He smiled as he was reminded of the meeting he scheduled – it was perfect timing. With a wave of his hand, he announced, “Sorry, folks, gotta run! Stay safe!”

“Wait!” He turned around to see another interviewer. “What about, um…him?”

He followed the gaze of the crowd to Dirt's limp body, then shrugged. Although he wasn't always confident that the police would carry out their duties to the best of their abilities—which was why he decided to administer justice himself—he was certain that their interests would coincide when it came to a minor threat such as Dirt. 

“The authorities are on their way.” At their concerned faces, he added over his shoulder, “Besides, he’s not going anywhere. Paralysis lasts for the next couple hours!” 

With that, he took off, a few strands of webbing ejecting from his hand and latching to the edge of a small building. He leaped up, the webbing propelling him upward and into the air, where he began gliding and swinging with his webs as if they were white vines in a jungle of skyscrapers. The city beneath him appeared to diminish as he soared higher, the wind roaring past his ears. 

His thoughts wandered as he swung between rooftops, hardly staying on one long enough before moving on to the next.

‘Redback…what a stupid name.’

When the name Redback was assigned to him, he didn’t reject it, as he didn’t expect to hear other people calling him it all the time. But, then again, he truthfully hadn’t expected to become the hero he was now known as. In fact, before he became known as the vigilante hero he was, he used to be the one causing the trouble. Petty crimes, but still, he used to wreak havoc more than he prevented it. 

He sat off the side of a building, his web supporting him as he ceased swinging. He was gazing at the sun sinking beyond the horizon, his webbed cape billowing in the breeze.

‘Kenji O’Hara.’

That was the name he was given at birth. Beyond that name held nothing. 

And then there was Redback.

Redback was the name he earned. The brutal man with nothing to lose and nothing holding him back. The man whose origins could be traced to the Underground Masquerade, an illicit fighting ring in a covert car park. The man whose Spider Quirk bestowed upon him such freakishly powerful abilities that most saw an opportunity for exploitation rather than allyship. The man who, in a foolish adolescent moment, branded a large symbol of a spider on his back—a mistake that, when exposed in the middle of a fight, gave rise to the grimly gallant fighter. This man's reputation preceded him wherever he went, striking fear into the hearts of his opponents.

Everyone knew Redback, barely anyone saw Kenji.

He took a few steps upon landing on the XXX Building before resting on the railing. From this vantage point, you could see the beauty of the city and catch a glimpse of the peace that comes from the hustle and bustle of city life. The idea that such tranquility could be found in the midst of such mayhem gave him comfort. Cars slickly skimming the streets, little specks strolling to the train station. There were no people, no heroes, and no villains from up here. It was simply a city, and everybody was one.

“O’Hara.”

Turning around, he saw her hallmark tall bunny ears. Their massive presence overshadowed her, bestowing upon her an air of innocence mixed with authority. Her grin sent the same message—it was kind yet commanding. As if he had never noticed it before, her skin caught his attention next. It was a delicate bronze that, in the sunset, seemed to have the hue of a highly prized and lovingly preserved gold coin. And, of course, this wasn’t his first time seeing her Hero costume, but the white sleeveless leotard that showed off her hauntingly impressive muscles never failed to entice him.

After a few seconds of observation and appreciation, he decided to return the favor of her casual greeting. “Usagiyama.”

“Don’t web your shorts looking,” Mirko joked as she sauntered over to him, her knee-length white hair swaying with each step. “But I am impressed – you’re on time.” She slid in the space next to him, her back against the railing as she faced the opposite direction. Her triceps flexed as she rested her elbows on it. “I thought you’d be late, especially after seeing your work.” At his raised brow, she added, “Dirt monster.”

He chuckled, shaking his head in amusement. “Ohhh, dirt boy. Yeah,” he grinned, “I handled that. And don't worry; I'll always be on time for you.”

She rolled her eyes playfully, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "Good to know," she replied, stretching her legs out in front of her as she grew more comfortable. "Just don't let that dirt guy slow you down next time." 

Kenji was acquainted with Mirko from prior Hero events. Being the fifth-ranked Hero, she was there for both award ceremonies and simple accolades; being No. 7 himself, he was also there, his unwavering attention fixed on the most attractive and self-assured lady in the room, perhaps one characteristic enhancing the other.

"Slow me down, eh? You think I can be slowed down?" As he carried on, she lightly exhaled and rolled her eyes. She knew what he was going to say next. "Or is that the fear of losing your rank to me talking?"

She snorted at his competitive spirit, unfazed by his attempt to intimidate and stir her up. "You've been saying you'll take my spot for weeks now; aren't you tired of your wishes not coming true?" At the wave of his hand, she leaned in close to him with a playful glint in her eye. "Actions speak louder than words, darling," she challenged.

"Which makes me curious as to why you have that No. 5 spot to begin with."

As they both hummed off their playful retorts, the conversation died down. Suddenly, it felt as if a chilly wind passed through, and Kenji awkwardly scratched the back of his neck. Despite sharing the same characteristics of a rabbit, a prey animal, Mirko seemed to have the abilities of a predator — she could sense fear. It worried him, asking about it, but if he didn’t, she would sense that there was something he was afraid to ask, and she would find out and press him about it anyway.

He took a long breath, bracing himself for the question that had been plaguing him; already, at the change in behavior, she raised her brow. "Did you, uh…did you get the flowers?"

Besides the wind whistling and the little noises from urban life, there was not a sound to be heard between the two. Mirko's piercing stare seemed to see right through Kenji, making him even more anxious as the question hung in the air, awaiting her response. 

He wasn’t quite sure what he was so nervous about – they had been on a couple of dates already. Kenji, who had lived his entire life fearlessly, had no trouble approaching Mirko at the aforementioned events, chatting her up and praising her on her successes before going in for the kill with a simple date proposal. In all honesty, he didn't expect her to arrive, but when she did, they hit it off just as well as before, and the rest was history. The first date had been cut short by a tiny gang of petty terrorists, but there seemed to be nothing better for Kenji and Mirko to connect over than kicking ass. Following that, dates continued amongst the usual turmoil that came with hero life, and they grew a foundationally sound friendship.

A Hero of Kenji's caliber was not familiar with the feeling of anxiety; however, he felt as though his heart would burst. That was, until she gave him a kind smile. She seemed to enjoy seeing him stress, even if just for a few minutes. "I did."

"Bold move sending a rabbit some flowers"—she turned to face him, a wider grin on her lips—"but that is what I like about you."

Kenji chuckled, relieved that she appreciated his gesture. “So, are you anywhere close to being ready yet?” He didn’t mean to rush her, but he knew she would correct him if she felt a boundary was being pushed. As ironic as it was, the only thing keeping them from taking the next step was the very thing that had brought them together in the first place.

"C'mon, O'Hara," she murmured, transferring her weight from one pawed foot to the next while looking straight ahead. "You know my rule."

“Right, the rule.”

She chuckled at his grimace, but it quickly got silent again as both Heroes fell into deep thought.

When Kenji first proposed that they become an official couple, Mirko froze. It was actually the only time he had ever seen her confidence waiver, and it was the first time she explained the rule.

‘No attachments, no hardcore relationships. Not while I’m a Hero.’

It was a good rule, except for the fact that anyone who knew Mirko knew that she would be a Hero until her body was physically incapable of fighting, and everyone knew that would be when she was dead.

When she first told Kenji about it, he didn't take it too hard. They had only gone out a few times in the past five months, so being the confident man he was, he didn't see much harm in continuing a casual relationship. When he was ready to get serious, he would eventually find someone who shared her beauty, personality, and sense of humor, at which point he would just move on.

That was what he told himself at first, until he ventured out into the dating scene and returned to the one butterfly among flies forever caught in his web. 

The pill he had to swallow at that point was not particularly difficult, but it was one he hadn't previously acknowledged as existing. Nobody shared Mirko's drive. Nobody possessed her energy, her spirit, and most importantly, her passion. She was the only Hero in the world who matched, if not exceeded the gratification he received from reading his opponent, delivering blow after blow, and emerging victorious. 

And, of course, the thing that attracted him most and kept him trapped in her web – no one matched her confidence.

The one recurring thread in most of Kenji’s failed dates was the one perception he had tried to get away from. The explanation given by almost every girl that walked away was that he was just too intimidating. Sometimes it was his appearance; to be fair, being a tall, well-built guy with a deathly aura designed to scare off any assailant didn’t come in handy all the time. Sometimes it was his jokes – most people were offended by them, while others simply couldn't match his sense of humor. But some had offered to divulge further, claiming that they sensed a wall up that they knew he would not allow them over. Whether it was his physical state or his mental one, among all complaints, he always seemed to be too much.

But for a girl who found the word ‘challenge’ simply did not exist in her vocabulary, as she had never encountered one, Kenji O’Hara’s walls were akin to stepping stones that forged a path to a person with deeper experiences and emotions than most normally have. Whether they saw it as beneficial or detrimental, both had grown up fighting and sparking up trouble, and Mirko, given her status, found it difficult to connect with anybody who understood her past and present behaviors. But when she told Kenji of her experiences, he did the one thing most failed to do – he listened. There was no excessive questioning or feedback, and although Mirko generally preferred people speaking their mind with confidence, she respected his undivided attention as his version of a bold statement. Despite his experience matching hers to a tee, having both come from the Underground Masquerade, the fact that the ‘intimidating’ Redback had the capacity for empathy and support was what stuck with her the most.

“I understand, take all the time you need.”

Unfortunately, that was where her problems started.

Behind the aura he had built up to protect himself, Kenji was a caring jokester with a confidence that seemed to inspire even the most insecure people. Even though it was naive to believe, he appeared to be without flaw. So, if she indulged and pursued a long-term relationship with him, she would do all in her power to assure that it was secure, all because of the man underneath that mask. This was the precise reason she was hesitant to start a relationship with him.

Throughout her life, Mirko always had to choose one or the other. Similarly, when she chose to be a Hero, she gave up all else. The battle and its outcome always came first; even if it meant her body, she would sacrifice it for the fight. Yes, that was the duty that came along with the title, but she had always been that way, even as a combative delinquent. So, upon her ultimate transformation into a Hero, she knew she had to establish a self-rule, something that would make sure she remembered the choice she had made for the rest of her life.

‘No attachments, no hardcore relationships. Not while I’m a Hero.’

If there ever happened to be anyone who managed to slink between the trees and brush and make their way to the clearing that was her heart, she knew she would eventually be forced into another choice. So with that rule in place, becoming a Hero was the last life-altering choice she would make.

“But didn’t you say you’d live every day like it was your last?” 

At O'Hara's question, her eyes widened. This wasn’t Kenji’s first time challenging her, but for some reason, this time threw her off. She slowly nodded, “I-I did. I do, but-”

His hand caught hers, fingers weaving with such delicacy that she almost didn’t believe that Redback and Kenji were the same man. The sincerity in his eyes spoke more to her than his words as he asked, “Then why stop now? Live everyday with me like it’s your last too.”

Thinking of such a possibility made her breath catch in her throat. Breaking her own rule and possibly jeopardizing her Hero career by pursuing something as selfish as a relationship sounded like a no-brainer to her. However, in regards to someone as special as Kenji...

She quickly caught herself, shaking off that small fear of diving in, and shook her hand free from his, taking a few steps back. “Woah, don’t tell me you’re getting all soft on me now, O’Hara.” 

Mirko sighed, his only answer to her jest being a stare. He was serious, and when Kenji was serious, he meant it. With her back to him, she crossed her arms and closed her eyes in thought. "I've already made my final choice. You know that I'm done picking between 'this' and 'that'; I can't have it be 'this', 'that', or you."

With this, she was confident that he would back down and accept her decision. She knew Kenji would be disappointed; hell, it disappointed her too, but she knew in any out-firming contest, she would be firm enough to keep him at bay.

But Kenji was fast approaching, dancing through her trees, heading straight for her clearing. 

"Make it 'this' and me, or 'that' and me, because that's all it'll ever be." And all of a sudden, Mirko discovered that he had overcome each obstacle designed to prevent him from breaking through her own barriers and reaching her heart, and was now standing in the center of her clearing. "I'm not going anywhere."

When she opened her eyes, he was standing in front of her. His face was so unbelievably close to hers, his masked nose resting against her own. "I don't care if it takes you eight days, eight years, or eight lifetimes. I will always be here." His unwavering commitment to her rendered her dumbfounded, and before she knew it, she had reached by his side, grabbing his hand with fingers as soft as rabbit paws.

“I just don’t want to mess things up,” she whispered. 

Kenji put his other arm around her waist protectively, softly pressing her against him in a moment of vulnerability he was certain he would never see from her again. Even though she wasn't in a physical altercation, being brazen or aggressive, he still cherished the transparency that came along with her confidence. It was just this—her shameless acceptance to vulnerability and her newfound openness to failure—that drew him in even more.

He moved his covered lips against her ear to whisper, “You’ll never lose your No. 5 spot.”

With those words, he promised, in his own unique way, that he would never be one of her options, and they stood there in silence as they both indulged in the newly discovered sense of belonging.

“Y’know, except for when I surpass you.” 

He was met with a hard push to his chest, sending him back a few steps. “What? Being No. 7 is getting boring,” he laughed.

Through her own smile, Mirko replied, “You’ll have to catch up to me first, O’Hara.”

They embraced again, Kenji clutching his new partner in justice. Gentle fingers grazed the ends of his mask as she reached up to raise it and reveal his lips. They locked eyes and drank in the intensity of the moment before leaning in, their lips—

Both of their heads whipped to the side as the sound of a loud explosion erupted, grey smoke emitting from an intersection a few blocks away.

“Ah, duty calls.” Glancing back down at her, Kenji's smile appeared to be permanently stuck as he realized he had finally caught the girl he had been chasing for months. “So, ‘this’ with me or ‘that’ with me?”

She looked to the side one more time before returning her gaze to Kenji. She loved being in his arms, and wouldn’t have minded letting another Hero take care of things, but Mirko had met her equal in experience and in valor, and she knew there was no one else she would want to fight beside. 

"‘That’ with you.”

"Alright, you're on!" Kenji raced away from her, leaping off the roof. The following second, she noticed him land on a nearby rooftop before flipping in the air to the next.

Mirko did not hesitate to take up the challenge. She immediately hopped over, already utilizing her Rabbit Quirk to narrow the gap and pass him. "See you there, loser!"

Although Kenji knew she’d push herself to leave him in the dust and get there first, he didn’t quite care to do the same. In fact, for once, this was a battle he didn’t mind losing. He looked over to her again, his eyes tracing her every movement as she raced between buildings and streets. 

For some reason, he felt as if he already won.

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#my hero x reader #my hero academia #mha mirko #bnha mirko #rabbit hero: mirko #usagiyama rumi #boku no hero academia #hero academia #my hero acedamia #mirko #rumi usagiyama #male reader

[aizawife]

Hello dear! I would like to request number 6 with Dabi. Pronouns are she/her. Please make the reader a college student who’s also a tsundere. Thank you 😊

oh my gosh i’m just seeing this but i’ll get on this ASAP !! tysm <3

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Photographs

Requested: N/A

Summary: After a well-planned villain attack on UA grounds, Reader has photos flashing before their eyes as they slowly die in battle.

Word Count: 699

Prompt Notes: The old photos made her conscious of her age, of how much time had passed - and of what an interesting life she'd had.

Author Notes: Using a random prompt generator again, these are really fun so I’ll link it for any other writers out there! Y’all blew up the Noya one, thank you so much! Another pretty short one, but I’ll be doing tons of these a week for, eventually, all my favorite animé characters. While this isn’t really anyone x reader, I just felt compelled to write this as soon as I saw it, and I guess that’s the joy of writing — you can write for more than one category. Requests are still and always will be open!

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‘Life is unfair.’

These words ran through your mind as you felt the uneven ground below you, the bits of crumbled rock beneath your fingertips.

You weren’t going to get that happy ending.

There was enough energy in you to look around, but the rest of your body remained still. This, and the impending fear of what would come after, confirmed that you were dying.

To your left were two, in front of you three, beside you one. ‘Heroes...’ your airy laugh was humorless, ‘I used to be one’.

Your comrades continued to fight against the villain before them; despite being witness to your last moments, they knew their emotions had to come after their main duty was done. Even with death on your mind, you were still able to catch the looks they cast towards you, hoping that they would finish in time to see you, hold you one last time.

As your body began to prepare for your impending ending, tears formed at the corners of your eyes. This wasn’t how you saw yourself going out. Not laying in the middle of a battlefield with various Pros around you. What hurt the most wasn’t even the knife lodged in your abdomen that your quirk failed to protect you from. It was the fact that your approaching death had now changed the course of your allies’ fight. You being taken down now meant a fight for their lives.

As your vision became darker, a slideshow began to play before your eyes. One of you with Midnight; she insisted on pretending as though she were whipping you in it. Another of you in between Present Mic and Eraserhead; you had jumped in on a failed attempt at a surprise selfie on Mic’s behalf. Another of you and 13; the moment she showed you her quirk and you couldn’t believe someone had one so cool. Another of you and Recovery Girl; the time she had to heal you and All Might after both of you had chosen to spar recklessly.

The old photos made you conscious of your age, of how much time had passed — and of what an interesting life you’d had. The thick red liquid gurgled in your throat before splattering outside of your mouth the second time you laughed at this new thought. ‘These are just photos to me. They’re no longer my memories, no longer my shared moments. Thirty-one. I made it to thirty-one years.’

Some of the previously mentioned Pros knelt beside you now — your mind had been so focused on the scrapbook pages flipping through your head that you were oblivious to the end of the fight occurring around you. It was silent as they attempted to gather thoughts on the event before their eyes.

“We need an ambulance, right away!” Nemuri called to someone behind her, perhaps another hero. The person was just out of frame, standing in the blacker ring of your vision.

Your other colleagues, Hizashi and Shota, stood farther off, but still in your view. It seemed as though your high school friends didn’t quite know what to do with themselves, resorting to isolation. Both of them had the same look: widened eyes, hands free at their sides, mouths slightly agape. You had been with the trio since all of your adolescent days at UA, they weren’t going to take your death easy.

You knew you only had a few more breaths left. “Nemuri...” you began, “I won’t make it.”

Those words were underneath that of a whisper, but your coworkers — no, your friends — heard it. The UA Pros knelt beside you, knowing that they had to hear your last words for themselves.

“I-I’m proud,” you managed to smile, even if it was barely evident to those around you.

“Life is unfair.”

Their faces became blurrier now, your muscles worn out as though you had just been through a long workout. It was due to the lack of blood running through your veins; your body was trying to balance it out while keeping your heart pumping.

“But...”

Thirty-one years. Only thirty-one.

“If life was fair,” your last breath, “I wouldn’t have made these memories with you.”

#bnha nemuri #mha nemuri #nemuri kayama #bnha kayama #bnha #mha #my hero imagines #midnight #eraserhead #present mic #aizawa shouta #shouta aizawa #hizashi yamada

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The Light of Dawn

Requested: N/A

Summary: After coming back from the store one early morning, you learn Nishinoya has a bad relationship with getting out of bed.

Word Count: 504

Prompt Notes: When she arrived home, she noticed that the curtains were closed.

Author Notes: I used a random prompt generator and decided to write for any that caught my eye! After that, I did a random name generator and got Nishinoya to write for so I decided to give it a shot. It’s pretty short, but I still liked it and I hope you guys do too! Requests are still and always will be open!

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Yuu’s spontaneity floated its way into almost everything he did. Making breakfast? He’s on the counter singing his new favorite song as the eggs sizzle in the pan situated in his left hand, spatula in the right. Walking to Miyagi Prefecture? Ha! Bold of you to even assume he’s doing something as boring as walking. Even something as simple as getting your attention in your school’s halls had to have some sort of wild aspect to it — you’d hear a random assortment of pet names followed by ‘[Name]!’ and wild waving arms high above his head.

So, rightfully, it was a surprise when you had come back from going to the store to a dark house. For the first time, you were able to have Nishinoya stay the night at your house, and after eight long hours of cuddling, watching movies, and drifting in and out of sleep, you still found it in yourself to get up for brunch without waking him. What you didn’t expect to find was the house eerily quiet, still, dormant.

When you arrived home, the first thing you noticed were the closed curtains. There was a lack of lit lights once you entered, giving you more insight to the information unraveling itself before you.

Once you turned the corner into your doorway, you saw your boyfriend still laying on your bed, his phone in his hand and a grumpy expression sat on his face. You raised an eyebrow, sitting beside him as he began his sentence groggily, “I heard you come in. What’d you get?”

Although he spoke to you as he normally would, there was still something off. He still sounded so...disinterested. It was as if he didn’t want to have a conversation or even be awake. You took it upon yourself to interrupt and ask, “Are you okay? You seem...annoyed.”

It was after a few seconds that he replied, “I just really hate mornings.”

You laughed lightly at this, the inconsistency seeming nothing but silly to you. “Wanna go back to bed? We can eat what I got for lunch instead.” It was almost as if you said the magic words as he wrapped his arm around your stomach and forced you back into his chest.

He grumbled a light ‘uh-huh’ and breathed deeply, his eyes quickly closing. You closed yours as well, a smile lazily resting on your face as you thought about this new piece of information.

You found it funny that you knew him better than he knew himself — Yuu was an every-time-of-day person, and that included morning person, he simply didn’t like to leave his bed. It wasn’t so much him disliking the early waking up that it was the comfort of cotton sheets enveloping and accepting his tired, worn out body each and every night. You snuggled into him deeper, appreciating the time you usually didn’t have.

While you could argue Nishinoya acted spontaneously for everything, one thing you were sure he didn’t partake in were hyperactive mornings.

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[aizawife]

i can’t stop making these

[aizawife]

Numbers 1 - 80 Prompt/Dialogue List:

Author Note: So I decided to make a list of prompts or phrases for anyone who needs some inspiration for requesting! Don’t be afraid to request — the only thing I’d prefer when requesting is specification on your pronouns and at least a sentence on what scenario you want with the dialogue you choose (not necessary for prompts listed). I don’t mind doing multiple #s for one request either! If you don’t know how to request or are unable to, just message me! Hope you guys enjoy it — if you have any questions on which animés I’d prefer you request from, check out my masterlist here!

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1. “Shopping? You and me?”

2. You change your appearance and they love it.

3. “Get off my desk, or else I’ll have to remove you by force.”

4. You or animé character of choice want(s) attention.

5. You make them soup.

6. “I hate math.”

7. Your first time on a flight with them.

8. “So what’ll be your explanation for this?”

9. “Did you just call me...sweetie pie?”

10. Their favorite coffee.

11. “Do I look like I have money?”

12. How they react to you being fluent in multiple languages.

13. “Do you seriously not know the law?”

14. How they react to you having to get surgery.

15. “If you throw that baseball one more time…”

16. “People are watching.”/“So?”

17. “So how’d you get this ________ again?”

18. “Well that was a surprise, wasn’t it?”

19. “The job was bigger than anticipated…”

20. “Uh, we’ve got bigger problems than that!”

21. “I think you know the answer to that.”

22. “Why not?”

23. “Mind your own business.”

24. “That’s right, and don’t you ever forget it!”

25. “Don’t open the door!”

26. How they interact with your guys’ kids.

27. “How’s it going now that you’re all alone?”

28. “Did you get that?”

29. “Who told you that?”

30. “So can I.”

31. “Do you mind waiting an extra hour so I can read more of my book?”

32. “Do you understand?”

33. “I think he’s dead.”

34. “Hurry up, I’m not getting any younger!”

35. “I need to start _______.”

36. “Who do they believe you are?”

37. “Why is it such a big secret?”

38. “They’re almost three times as big as we are!”

39. “Don’t get too excited!”

40. “Very good job, I’m so proud of you!”

41. “Where can I find a good sandwich around here?”

42. “They can’t take the joke.”

43. “This would be a fun place to get married.”

44. “There are chips that I want in that vending machine.”

45. “Have you heard the big news?”

46. “Hand me the hammer!”

47. “Would you like a bigger one?”

48. “It’s actually not that big a deal.”

49. You see them/they see you in a wet shirt.

50. “That’s all, time is up!”

51. “Are you ready for your big day?”

52. “I’ll stay here until you come back.”

53. “Too bad, you should have thought about that before.”

54. “Uh...we put you on probation.”

55. “Here ____ comes to save the day!”

56. “You ask somebody to tell you next time.”

57. “It’s about as exciting as watching paint dry.”

58. “You two had a big fight last night, didn’t you?”

59. “You are so disgraceful, I can’t believe it!”

60. “Do I fit into your lifestyle?”

61. “I added your name to the list.”

62. “Will you pick me up at my place?”

63. “Well, yeah, _____ has a big mouth.”

64. “It was the biggest mistake of my life.”

65. “Do we know each other?”

66. “What’s wrong with the way my ______ looks?”

67. “So what’s the big hurry now?”

68. “Shut up already, I’m speaking!”

69. “We’re just one big, happy family, aren’t we?”

70. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t in a good mood Friday.”

71. “Y’know, I can tell when you’re angry.”

72. “You’re about to fall!”

73. “Never do that again!”

74. “You’ve taken a big risk.”

75. “They’re mean, but so damn attractive.”

76. “Are these shoes too big for you to fill?”

77. “How about just a nice, big hug?”

78. “That’s the big question, isn’t it?”

79. “Who’s calling on the phone so late at night?”

80. “I can see you.”

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[aizawife]

Requested: Domestic fluff with L.

Summary: After a stressful workday, L and Reader enjoy each other’s company with cuddles in the kitchen.

Word Count: 1408

Prompt Notes: Gender neutral!

Author Notes: L technically was my first animé crush so I’m pretty happy this was my first one request! Death Note was the first animé I finished months ago but the feelings for L came rushing back after researching some things about him to make this as close to his character as possible. Hope you like it @aoihoshiko !!

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Times like these were what made them cherish their relationship.

To others, this moment would have gone on too long. It would have seemed enjoyable for the first few seconds, maybe tolerable for a few minutes.

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When they entered their shared space, they saw the same sight their eyes have been witnessing for some time now.

Their partner’s eyes were fixated on the static-like void in front of him that was their television as snippets from various news channels played over and over again. His back was to them, of course, as he sat in a crouched position on the couch, and he didn’t move much as they observed him, besides the usual body-shifting caused by his toes gripping the sofa cushion underneath him.

They lazily dragged themselves over to the front of the couch, briefly standing beside the empty space next to him before collapsing to fill it.

No words were exchanged.

The glory of their connection was that events like this could happen easily; they both subconsciously understood the other’s state of mind through sheer movements. In that moment, they had read one another by simply analyzing their surroundings and physical conditions and came to the conclusion that words were not necessary.

Before their eyes temporarily closed, they took note of the condition of the coffee table before the couch. Aside from a simple teacup and a jar of sugar, the table was devoid of anything else.

‘Unusual’, they noted, before allowing themselves to relax into the comfortable cushions beneath them.

It wasn’t until it had been two hours, a notably long amount of time to the point where it was a recurring thought in the back of his mind, that he paused the tapes he was watching. L allowed his darkly rimmed eyes to rest on his lover’s form. Their hair was wildly positioned around their face, now dried from the sweat that had previously caused it to stick to their forehead. Trying his hardest not to wake them up, he rose from the couch, making his way to the kitchen with the teacup and jar of sugar from the coffee table in the grasp of his fingers.

Despite his access to expensive luxuries, [Name] still insisted on working for themself. Whether it was for their own pride or the satisfaction of knowing they were spending money they worked hard for, they refused to simply sit beside L and watch as he did his detective work. He boldly disagreed the first time they told him, but they refused to listen. [Name] made it clear that, if anything, they needed to be able to support themselves with their own finances. Now with the Kira case, and L’s investigations behind the matter, his concerns fell on strong-willed but deaf ears.

He placed the jar next to the sink, his fingers barely holding the handles on both dishes. It wasn’t until his thumb and index finger were smoothing over the teacup that was being lightly rinsed with the sink water that he heard with a yawn, “What’s wrong, L?”

He didn’t need to turn around to know it was them. He was already aware of how long their straight-from-work naps lasted, and his calculations were correct that they would have awoken at this time anyway.

“I shouldn’t have put it past you to figure it out,” he softly replied, abruptly turning off the sink despite only just turning it on.

“I saw as soon as I came in. You thought I wouldn’t notice your absent tower of sugar cubes?” [Name] was closer now, standing directly behind him.

They weren’t wrong. In fact, one of the events that led to their relationship was his sugar stacking — they had mentioned it was something cutely admirable, and for him, their smile while they said it made them even more so. It was his little knacks and habits that had given them the ability to know his emotions better, considering he wasn’t so socially skilled.

His temperature rose a bit as they wrapped their arms around his torso, their head resting on his back. If anyone had asked them, they would have to say they preferred giving him hugs in this position; that way he wouldn’t be so awkward in putting his arms around them as well, but they didn’t mind their head on his chest either.

“And since Watari’s not here at the moment, I figured my suspicions were correct; you’re stressed about the case.” As they spoke, he fingered a sugar cube from the jar before popping it into his mouth. “So stressed to the point where Watari must've stepped out just as I was coming home in hopes that I could do something about it.”

“Clever, you may end up taking my job.” L found his way to turn around, causing them to make eye contact. He continued with an open mouth, “You’re stressed as well.”

Stress was something both of them had been feeling lately. Despite L’s nature to be rather prideful and confident in his deductions, a small part of him was unsure of how to feel regarding the Kira situation. Things were going well, obviously, but he would be lying if he didn’t admit he was taken aback by the idea that Kira may be on the same intelligence level as him. Would it be a challenge? L was sure it wouldn’t be; he held his detective title for a reason, and even if it was one, it didn’t matter. One thing about him was that he didn’t like to lose and, consequently, did not.

[Name] worked harder these days, worried that at any moment the dwelling they were standing in would disappear if L, for some unbelievable reason, lost to Kira. They didn’t doubt he could outsmart the guy, but they also knew that realistically, they needed to be prepared for anything since life notoriously likes to work against people.

“We can stay like this a while longer if you want,” they offered, snuggling deeper into his chest. As L’s arms found their way around their back, securing them into him, they added, “It should help. Y’know, serotonin and all that stuff.”

They felt him nod, and that was it — [Name] and L remained in one another’s arms under the faint orange hue of the kitchen lights while taking deep breaths and simply focusing on the other person.

Times like these were what made them cherish their relationship.

For others, this moment would have gone on too long. It would have seemed enjoyable for the first few seconds, maybe tolerable for a few minutes. For others, the hug would’ve been over long before they could come close to reaching the one-hour mark, but for [Name] and L, there was nothing as enjoyable as being so close to one another, with the feeling of home growing stronger with each added minute. When both of them collided, it seemed as though their stresses bounced off one another and left them as nothing but one carefree joint force. To them, having their hands rest in the other’s messy hair was something that tore them away from their jobs, forced them back down to reality, and brought them to the base level of humanity; these moments caused them to focus on what was in front of them and the now.

They stayed physically connected like that for an hour and a half or so, [Name] ignoring the slight ache of their muscles from standing for so long — the same ache L’s athleticism allowed his muscles to ignore. It wasn’t until their stomach grumbled that L stated, “I’ll contact Watari.”

[Name] nodded before resting a hand on his arm. “I hope you know you don’t need to worry about this guy,” they said, smiling wearily. “You’ve had tough opponents before, and they’ve still been no match for you. Don’t doubt yourself.”

Although he didn’t need them to tell him that (he truly wasn’t too concerned about Kira, just surprised), he still felt reassured by their words. Their saying it made it concrete; they made him believe their statements were facts. L knew it wasn’t necessarily something that could be determined by facts, but a small part of him believed that maybe, just maybe, that was one of the side effects of love.

“Now get Watari on the phone,” they said as he patted their head as another awkward symbol of his appreciation for them. “Because I’m not eating sugar for dinner.”

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[aizawife]

Masterlist:

Here you’ll find the current animé’s I write for! Enjoy!

Deathnote:

L:

Domestic Fluff

Beastars:

One Piece:

My Hero Academia:

HunterxHunter:

Haikyuu!!:

Nishinoya Yū:

Light of Dawn

Feel free to request for any of these — thank you!

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[aizawife]

Rules About Requesting:

I’ll most likely do requests for animé’s I’ve watched or am watching! That being said, I do like to multitask; I watch multiple animé’s at one time. I have no opposition to beginning a new series just to write for a requested character!

You can be anon if you wish! I would prefer to get to know you guys but I don’t mind if you’re just here to get your request and move on!

Now we’ll get to the more restrictive rules. This is my number one enforced rule: I have the ability to not fulfill a request. I have to make this known: I will not write for characters I don’t feel comfortable with. For example, I won’t write nsfw “___ x reader”s for underaged characters, and aging them up is just as bad in my opinion. I don’t mind attempting fluff, but I’d be 21 writing about a 14-year-old, just keep that in mind. All I ask is that that is respected.

Another reason I may not write for a request is because the prompt may not fit the character. It would be irritating for me to mold a completely different personality for the sake of a request; this would disrupt my writing skills, as I am trying my hardest to connect with the character and challenge myself to write how they would act, not make it easier by forming a new persona for them.

I’m open to writing one-shots, imagines (smaller blurbs; a couple sentences), headcanons, and parted prompts (up to 5 parts).

With the exception of my above preferences, I truly do not mind writing about anything. The more challenges I find, the better!

I hope these are not too many rules. If there are questions about anything, don’t hesitate to ask. Thank you!

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[aizawife]

Hi guys — I’m Aizawife !! I made this page to take requests and write one shots/prompts for anyone who wishes to read more about their favorite animé characters while improving upon my own writing skills. I hope we can all learn more about each other and have a loving, fun community on here !! I look forward to it :)

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