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animesoulmate-aus · 2 years

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Hello! I was wondering if you could do (another) Snipe x reader? But maybe have the reader be a teacher? Please and thank you in advance

A/N: It's been like 3 years since I've been on this blog. A lot has changed and I've grown as a writer. So, why not have my Tumblr come back happen with a fun Snipe x Teacher reader? Without further a do, I present

English lessons with a Cowboy (Snipe x GN S/O) (Soul Animal AU)

Beep! Beep! Beep!

The rays of the morning sun leak their way into the bedroom. You lay there, eyes closed and light hitting your face. You could feel the rays against your eyelids but you were so content with laying there. You didn't want to move from your nice government issue bed.

Grumbling a bit, you manage to pull yourself up to sit and then slammed your hand down on the big red button of your digital alarm clock. You scratched your stomach, took a stretch, and let out a monstrous yawn. You finally opened your (color) eyes, allowing you to take in the room and your little friend sitting at the foot of the bed, staring at you ever so patiently.

You smile, a small half smile, holding your hand up as you beckon your friend to come a bit closer. Their big grey eyes and matching fur coat shimmers in the light as their tongue hangs out of their mouth. The decently sized dog trots forward, almost a smile on its face as it lays right in your lap and starts sniffing you.

You laugh a little, feeling his nose press against yours and then his tongue scrape against your face a couple times in a slobber filled mess.

"Hey boy," you manage to laugh out as he stands and is now practically forcing you against the headboard.

You put your hand out, covering his mouth, tongue now pressed against your palm. He looks confused, taking a slow careful lick before pulling his tongue back into his mouth and sitting on your lap. He resumes panting, his smile never faltering.

"Okay ya big lug," you scratch his chest a bit, causing him to tilt his head up and his leg to bounce a little. "We have to get ready for work. Come on," you struggle out that last bit, gently nudging you off of him so you can finally stand up.

He whines, getting off and jumping off the bed. He sits down next to your slippers and waits patiently for you. You slide out of bed, fix the covers a little, and finally put your slippers on. The carpeted floor of the bedroom is much less of a shock in the morning compared to tile floors in your old apartment. Thank goodness you were given a place to stay cause of everything that's been going on with Yuuhei for free. Teachers and students live on campus now. Each year and class getting their own set of dorms.

To be honest, when you heard about this you weren't surprised. Yuuhei had enough funding for 3 mock cities in what you like to joke as, their backyard. So obviously, the school had enough room for a couple dorms for all the students, each with their own specifications for certain students with certain quirks. So when you heard the teachers got one, your surprise was very limited. It was the only logical answer to everything that was going on.

But you were just a simple English teacher and a small time hero. You weren't even in the top 500. Well you almost were. But then one day you caught the flu and were stuck at home. That was the day that the hero right below you in rank managed to stop a huge villain attack and gain popularity in the polls. A lot of people voted in her favor and she shot right pass you and into the 500th spot. So now you're stuck at rank 501. But, you couldn't really care. You were more in it to shape the young minds of students. Besides, with your quirk and abilities, you could easily make top 100 before the end of the year.

Your dog nudges you, sticking his nose against your leg. That caused you to jump.

"Simon." You say sternly as you look at him.

Simon walks over to the door to the bathroom and sits beside it, looking up at you. His ears perk up. You sometimes forget how big he is. His head is in line with the doorknob. You sigh, walking over and rubbing his head before you take your morning shower and carry on with your morning routine. School is starting soon. You don't want to be late for your first class of the day.

"(Y/n)!" A loud and familiar voice shouts from down the hall in English.

You turn, Simon turning with you to see Yamada Hizashi with a black cat on his shoulder. That cat never left his side. It always liked to sleep too. And you swore up and down, those yellow eyes it had were the creepiest thing.

"Hey, Yamada." You smile at him, still tired and not even a cup of coffee in your system yet.

"Which class are you teaching today?" Yamada asked, walking in stride with you and Simon to the faculty room.

"Class 3-B."

"Ahhh, Mirio Togata's class! They're a fun bunch, especially with him in the room. Shouta is going to have him and the other 2 of the big three come into 1-A next week. Said he wanted the kids to get a feel for what someone who's destined to go looks like." Yamada smiled, his big goofy grin.

"Well, I'm sure Mirio will take them down no problem." You chuckled in amusement at the idea of the 1st years fighting against Mirio.

"I don't know, we have some pretty strong 1st years this year. Especially that one that All Might has taken a liking to." Yamada held the door open for you to the faculty room.

"Yeah, Midoriya Izuku was his name right?" You questioned as Simon took his normal spot underneath your desk and laid in his large dog bed with his carrot squeaky toy.

Simon loved that thing. He's had it since he was a puppy and he's never let go of it. Luckily, you bought multiple carrot squeaky toys for when he inevitably destroyed this one. He's gone through at least 6 in these past couple years.

Yamada sits at the desk beside you, his cat jumping from his shoulders and laying down in the small cat bed that was right next to all his books. He pulls out a pen, grabs a stack of papers, and started grading them.

You check your watch, sigh, and get up from your seat. Simon looks at you from under the desk and continues chewing on his toy. He watches as you walk over to the pot of coffee and start brewing yourself some.

"Is that (Y/n) brewing coffee?" Shouta asked as he walked in

"(Y/n) brewing coffee!" The small cockatiel on his shoulder echoed.

Aizawa pet the feathers atop his head to which he chirped at with delight. He flew off of his shoulder and onto the small perch that Aizawa had on his desk that sat right beside Yamada's.

"Yep, want a cup Sho?" You look over your shoulder, pouring yourself a large cup of coffee.

"Yes please." He pulls out his chair and sits down right next to Yamada.

You bring over Aizawa a cup of coffee and then place down your cup on your desk before gathering a stack of papers. Look look at your watch and sigh after checking the time.

"Gotta go handle your class already?" Yamada asks with what looks like a sly grin.

"Of course I do." You grumble, still not nearly awake enough to do this.

"Well, have fun with your 3rd years, (Y/n)." Yamada cooed as he waved.

You rolled your eyes and then whistled for Simon. He grabbed his carrot and walked after you with it in his mouth. You made your way down the halls and up some stairs as you sipped your coffee with your papers in hand. As you reach the last flight of stairs, Simon's ears perk up and he looks up the stairs. He races up the stairs and immediately bolts to the left.

"Simon!" You shout, rushing up the stairs with a half full cup of coffee.

He's never done this before. You see him stop infront of a door and sit there. It was almost as if he was waiting for something. He had stopped the toy at his feet and just stared at the door.

"Simon?" You question, walking over to him and staring at him and then glancing to the door.

"(Y/n)?" You recognized that thick country accent anywhere.

Your heart seemingly stops as you look up at see him. It was Snipe. Now you had managed to admit a while ago you had the smallest, ittiest, tiniest, crush on him. But obviously, you didn't want to admit it. You had a soulmate who wanted to meet you and spend the rest of their life with you. Dating around wasn't ever your thing either. You were content with the idea that you and your soulmate would meet when you're ready.

"Snipe...heyyyy." You smile, saying 'hey' a little awkwardly.

"Hey?" He questions, looking down at Simon whose eyes didn't leave him. "This is....Simon, right?" He points to Simon and looks at you for assurance.

You nod, "Yep, that's Simon. He's my pride and joy." You smile, sipping what's left of your coffee and putting it down on your stack of papers.

And then, something catches your attention. A small orange cat walks from behind Snipe and stares up at Simon. It meows, and Simon leans down and gives it a couple sniffs.

"Is that your cat?" You ask, smiling a little.

"Yep, that's my cat. Named em' Ginger." You could've sworn Snipe was smiling under his mask by just saying the name.

"Let me guess, you call them Ginger snap?"

Snipe seemed surprise. "Yeah, how'd you know?"

You shrug, "Just a lucky guess."

You jump a bit, Ginger rubbing against your legs and purring. You smiled, leaning down and petting them. Simon was pressed against Snipe, licking his leg and tugging on his belt a little.

"Well I'll be." Snipe sounded surprised, looking down at Simon and Ginger.

"Snipe?" You ask, looking up at him.

"I reckon you and I are soulmates, (Y/n)." Snipe fixed the hat on his head and rubbed Simon's back.

"Huh?" Your face flushes. "What are you talking about?"

"Well, our animals are never comfortable with anyone but us and our soulmates touching them. So...I guess that means you're my soulmate." Snipe holds his hand out to help you up.

You put the coffee cup, that you had placed on the ground on the stack of papers you had and sat up. You took his hand, blushing worse as you stood.

"Had a feeling you were my soulmate. But I guess it's finally time you and I actually got the chance to realize it huh?" Snipe chuckled, causing you to do the same.

"I-I guess you're right." You smiled.

"So, (Y/n)...would you uh, like to go out with me after classes are over?" He squeezes your hand a bit.

"Of course, I would love to." You smile, giving his hand a squeeze back.

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cheeriecherry · 3 years

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Space Between [9/9][Shouta Aizawa x Reader x Hizashi Yamada]

EraserMic x F!Reader

Part 9/9

Warnings: brief descriptions of blood and violence, but nothing graphic. A little bit of fluffy shit at the end

You sense the impending darkness before you see it. No light shines through your closed eyes, nothing reminiscent of sun or fluorescence.

When you finally muster the strength to open your eyelids, the world around you is far from rewarding. Red shines off the buildings and structures around you, giving them some sense of form, though you can’t decipher where the dull colour is emanating from.

It looks like you’re back in the city, standing right where you were when Akuma took hold of you, but...everything is empty. Hollow. Cold. No people take up the streets, no sounds of voices or passing cars, not even wind or warmth from the sky.

You wonder for a moment if you’ve lost your hearing, but shortly realize you can hear the crinkle of small stones beneath your shoes.

Where am I? You wonder, whirling around where you stand.

The small movement nearly crushes you with a wave of vertigo, and the sudden onslaught of what feels like lead in your veins. It weighs you down, encouraging you to stay where you are.

Am I dead?

No, you think. You can still feel your heart beating in your chest, slow and wet and heavy. It feels wrong somehow, fluttering against your ribcage, while your mind supplies that you should be panicking, should be scared, wary, hysterical. It contrasts too harshly with the steady, even pulse.

You’re too calm.

You should be running, trying to find a way out.

But...you can’t find it in you to care.

You’re dying, a voice whispers in your mind, unfamiliar and separate from your own thoughts. You need to get out of here.

‘How?’ you try to say, but all that comes out of your mouth is a sickening gargle, followed by a series of phlegmy coughs. The pressure within your chest dawns on you then, another thing that you should find yourself concerned about,

But you don’t care-

MOVE!

The voice shouts in your head, briefly startling you forward a couple steps.

Your foot catches on the edge of the concrete, and you tumble forwards, crashing hard onto the sticky sidewalk. You stay like that for a moment, letting the cold tar seep in between your fingers, trying to catch your breath.

Maybe if I just rest for a while…

Something in you wants to stay where you are, let yourself breathe for a moment, let yourself rest. You can carry on in a moment, right? It’ll be okay if you sit there for a couple seconds…

Right?

How did you beat this? You ask in your mind, recalling how your old partner had fought against Akuma’s power. How he had faced her without an ounce of fear in his eyes, even as her tar sank further and further into his body. How he had remained steadfast and absolute until the very end. Even while her quirk was sapping the life from his limbs.

Surely he’d seen this place where you now sat? This lightless, lifeless world, devoid of hope?

How did you get out?

The pressure in your chest increases, and you gasp momentarily for air.

Even hallucinating, your death was going to be slow and painful, sickening, dreary, dark, alone-

The second you shut your eyes to blink back tears, the feeling of a hand on your head lights your senses. It’s fleeting, the barest of touches, but it’s gentle and warm and offers you the briefest of respites.

When you open your eyes, no one stands before you. Not Shouta, not Hizashi...no one.

You’re alone.

Alone.

I’m going to die alone.

A laugh bubbles out of your throat, foreign and unsettling in a silent world. It’s cold and empty, but you can’t seem to stop yourself. Even as the laughter turns into sobs that wrack your body, you can’t do anything to appease it.

I’m letting her kill me. Why am I letting her kill me?

You tuck your knees up against your body, finding a more comfortable spot on the ground.

I was stupid to think I could ever beat this.

The tar on the sidewalk soaks into your pants, chilling your legs and making them ache.

How am I supposed to get out of here, as I am now? I’m weak, and angry, and lonely, and alone-

You glance down at your hand as something tickles across your fingers. You feel, more than see, a swath of warm air cascade up your arm, prickling the hairs as it dances across your skin up to your shoulder. It dances around your neck a couple times, shivering your hair all about, before it blows directly in your face... and then goes still.

You breathe deeply, taking in the small comfort. It smells like…

Like the sheets on the bed you share with Hizashi and Shouta. Like the leftovers in the microwave, that you warm up at midnight for them. Like Shouta’s shampoo when you hide your face in his neck, and Hizashi’s cologne that’s rubbed off on his shirts you steal...

...it smells like home.

You open your eyes to the darkness again, when the leaves on the ground begin to crinkle ahead of you. You watch as they dance across the ground in circles, a little whirlwind just a couple feet ahead of you.

If you could get to it…maybe…

You scoot forward a little, your limbs shaking as you make your way towards the abnormally sentient breeze. You’re barely getting enough oxygen as it is, but the smallest of your movements spur on another bout of wet, sickly coughs.

The wind, however, twirls around you once again when you come to rest beside it, offering you another split second of peace. With your eyes open this time, you can see the slightest flecks of gold that float within it, shimmering faintly, no bigger than specks of dust.

And you’re less surprised when it takes off ahead of you again, then pauses to wait another few feet down the walkway.

You continue the little game of chase for several rounds, until your little piece of hope rounds the corner of a building and disappears from your sight.

Don’t leave, you beg silently. Please! I need you, I need-

Laughter echoes from around the corner. Bright and happy, a laugh you’d heard countless times over the years, achingly familiar in the best of ways.

Hizashi.

Without thinking, you push yourself to your feet and stumble forwards. Your lungs are burning, screaming at you to slow down, take a seat, rest, for the love of god, please just let me rest. But you continue forwards, cold and shaking, starving of oxygen, tired and battered and covered in tar.

This time when you meet your little hope again, and it tangles around you, you can hear the faintest of sounds. Distant yells of voices, car alarms blaring, the wind in your ears.

The sounds of home.

The cluster of smells and gold dust and comforting sounds dashes forward yet another time, though it does not slow as it previously had, instead maintaining a steady pace while you tumble after it. Longer steps, a faster pace, faster, faster, faster, until you’re sprinting and panting, and you can hear the life of everything you left behind.

You barely even notice as the world around you shifts, tilts, brightens, as light reappears in the sky, and then-

----

You pinch your eyes shut as white light glares across your face, instinctively rolling to the side.

Rolling?

When did I get on my back?

You flail around for a moment, trying to catch your bearings, until your palm collides with what you assume is the ground. It’s sticky and thick, and for the barest of second you wonder if you’re still under Akuma’s control.

But when you blink your eyes open, readjusting to the regular brightness of daytime, you happily realize that no, no you’re not under her control anymore. You’re covered in her tar from head to toe, but you’re warm and you can breathe.

You made it. You won! You-

“Give it up, Eraserhead! Your little pet is dead, there’s no use fighting me. No one escapes me. No one!”

The voice that had been the cause of so many nightmares for so many years, chilled and grating and cruel, now sparks nothing in you but anger and hatred. White hot rage, a demand for justice.

She wont take anyone else from me ever again.

You push yourself to your feet, a task you’re glad has been made significantly easier now that you’re not under the influence of Akuma’s quirk, and turn towards where she stands.

Just in front of her, pinned to the ground under her heel, is Shouta. Your Shouta. Akuma’s tar soaking into his uniform, reaching his skin, soon to fill his lungs-

Without thinking, you dive at her.

Her surprise is evident, a brief expression of disbelief on her porcelain face, before you both crash into the pavement, the back of her skull taking the brunt of the impact.

You’re up in half a second, ready to fight her, and it takes several ticks for her limp body on the ground to register in your mind. Unmoving, unseeing, broken and lifeless. Blood seeping from the back of her head, pooling slowly in an uneven halo around her.

She’s dead, you realize. She’s dead, and you killed her. You killed Akuma.

You’re not entirely sure what you should be feeling right then. Relief, maybe? The woman had tormented you for years, made your life a living hell, and now she was gone. Pleasure? Vengeance achieved? Guilt over taking the life of another person? Fear over what the public would say if they found out?

The world moves slow around you, fragmented into still images as you stumble over to Shouta and collapse to your knees beside him. His breathing is shallow, but as Akuma’s life drains from her, so too does the tar enveloping your boyfriend’s body.

You rest a shaky hand on his cheek. “Shouta,” you rasp weakly. “Shouta, open your eyes?”

His eyelids quiver for a moment, before he squints away from the sunlight, turning his head so his face lies in your shadow. His dark eyes are unfocused for several seconds as he regains his bearings, and they widen by an alarming fraction when his gaze finally settles on you.

“Y/N-”

He tries to sit up, wobbling slightly on trembling arms. He ends up pitching sideways, straight into your chest, but you’re unconcerned. He seems to be relatively unharmed, no blood or signs of open wounds, not even a bruise. So you simply wrap your arms around him and hold him tightly against your body, reveling in his presence.

Even as police cars and emergency vehicles race up, and other heroes begin to appear on the scene, you keep him safe against you; and he seems content not to move, for the time being.

----

The next couple days are hectic. Police reports, hospital check ups, various news outlets trying to get into contact with you for an interview. Hell, even rebooking your missed therapy appointment is a bit of a bother.

Your doctors understand, of course, it couldn’t be helped that you had to miss your time slot, but a little piece of you feels guilty for not being in tip-top shape. You’re working on it, though.

You’re working on being more lenient with yourself, and trying not to be angry when you have a bad day. “It happens sometimes,” your therapist says, “even when you aren’t recovering from something traumatic, you can still have bad days. It’s okay to not be in good form all the time. It’s how your body and mind tell you that you need to rest a little and recuperate.”

Words that you’re only just starting to believe.

Shouta and Hizashi have been helping as well, neither one of them drifting far from you when they have the option. They’d been taking alternating days off for the past half-week, making sure someone was home with you at all times. You might have felt a little suffocated by the action if they’d done it before the attack, but now you’re glad you don’t have to be alone.

You still find yourself jumping at loud noises, peeking around every corner, and stirring in the night from unpleasant dreams, but you find it’s a little easier to deal with when you have a warm body to curl up against and stick your cheek on.

It’s a little easier to deal with, when they shower you in love and affection.

Despite the repercussions of everything still lingering, of still being tightly strung from several years of trauma, you’re...happy. You feel more like yourself than you have in a long time. You can feel the distance between you and your old life closing, and the space between you and Shouta and Hizashi is as slim as it once was.

“You alright, sweetheart?”

Your blond partner’s gentle voice drags you out of your thoughts. You glance at him with a warm smile, away from where you’d been staring out the open window.

“Yeah,” you tell him honestly, “I was just reflecting, is all.”

“That’s a good thing, I hope,” Shouta rumbles from the doorway to the kitchen, balancing three mugs of hot liquid in his grip.

You and Hizashi both reach out towards him, taking your respective drinks, waiting for him to settle beside you before you take a sip. You lull into a comfortable silence, with a shoulder touching one boyfriend, and your knee brushing up against the other. You know things will have to go back to normal eventually, but for now, you’re content to enjoy the company of the two people you love most in the world.

And who knows, in a couple of months, maybe you’ll feel ready to join them out in the field again.

-END-

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eldri-sv · 3 years

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11 - Aizawa

Kaori Shinsou has always been fascinated by people's minds. She is one of the best students in her Criminal Psychology course at U.A. and - being the lucky girl she is - her professor is not only one handsome dude, but is also working on the case of the serial killer Stain - a case that has been going on for years. As she is about to become Professor Aizawa's TA during the next term, a lot of other interesting cases start popping up all over the country... AU, OC x Aizawa

Trigger warnings: nothing really?

(possibly incomplete, if you’d like something added, please let me know)

The city's ours until the fall

(Halsey - New Americana)

Shouta Aizawa did not enjoy having lunch in the cafeteria. The place was loud, there were always a bunch of annoying kids around and people would just randomly approach him and talk to him, when all he wanted was some peace and quiet. But with all his injuries right now, he didn't really have the energy to prepare some lunch at home, before he left in the morning. And the lunch in the cafeteria was insanely good, so that somewhat made up for everything else.

He was sitting on a table with a bunch of other teachers, not because he wanted to, but because there was no table available where he could sit on his own. And sitting with one of his students would just be plain weird.

At the moment Yamada and Kayama were having a heated debate about whether Kombucha tasted good or not and whether it was worth trying for the health benefit. Kayama was absolutely in favour of it and was showing off her home-made Kombucha that she had brought to school. Yamada had never tried it and was convinced it couldn't be healthy AND good.

At the moment Kayama was forcefully trying to get Yamada to try some of her Kombucha. Yamada protested wildly, which was unfortunate for Aizawa, as he was sitting right next to him. He was keeping a close eye on him, just so he could dodge any accidental attacks from Yamada.

"Oh, come on! At least try it! One tiny sip?" Kayama asked. Aizawa gulped down some orange juice. He had to switch to that from coffee. The doctors told him to stay away from alcohol, caffeine, nicotine and anything else for at least two weeks. Which wasn't too bad, because in two weeks they would have the U.A. Sports Festival, which was a big thing within the national police force.

A lot of people from different divisions across the country came to see it and to scout out people for internships later on. Of course anyone who was not in basic training (or really athletic and in some other course like Criminology) would have a rough time trying to intern with the actual police force. A lot of the other people just turned to forensic laboratories, prisons, courts and so on to get their internships done.

Aizawa had done his one-week internship at a prison during his first year. Thankfully he had been able to kick ass during his second year and had started working with the local Naruhata police department. That's where he and his best friend Shirakumo had been spending most of their days away from university. Aizawa smiled a little, as he remembered his friend, but the smile quickly faded.

"What do YOU think, Shouta? Should he try it or not?" Kayama asked, taking him out of his thoughts. Aizawa glanced at Yamada who was shaking his head dramatically while grimacing.

"I don't really care, Nemuri. Why do you need him to drink it so badly?" he replied with a shrug.

"I made it myself and I'm proud of it! Plus, he's never even tried it and keeps saying that it'll taste bad. I just want him to try, before he'll start judging." Kayama said and sighed melodramatically.

"Why don't you try it then, Yamada? It hasn't killed Nemuri so far, it most likely won't kill you." Aizawa suggested, hoping to be left alone. He wasn't going to be so lucky. Yamada was shaking his head violently.

"Nuh uh. She's a toxicologist, dude, she could be telling me anything while trying to poison me. And she'd be getting away with it, too!"

"I can't believe you're accusing me of trying to poison you! Yamada, we've been friends for how long now?"

"Maybe you're just playing the long game, who knows..."

Aizawa sighed. His head had started hurting again and he really couldn't deal with the two of them arguing about petty shit like that right now. He grabbed the bottle out of Kayama's hands, opened it and took a big sip. He gulped it all down, as he put the bottle back down on the table.

It was nasty. It smelled foul and a bit like vinegar. And it tasted just the same, with a slight hint of sweetness. It took everything out of Aizawa not to make a weird face. And all that just because he wanted Yamada to suffer just as much as he did. If he drank the stuff, Yamada would have to, as well.

"How... how is it?" Yamada asked, giving him a worried look, as if Kayama had actually been poisoning it. Aizawa shrugged again.

"It's alright. You should try it, I think you might like it." he replied, knowing full well that Yamada would trust his judgment without questioning. Aizawa seriously didn't know why Yamada would still trust him, but maybe he was just one of those people that simply didn't learn.

Yamada grabbed the bottle, still eyeing it suspiciously, but finally getting over himself and taking a sip of it. It took a while to hit him, but then he quickly put the bottle down and pushed it away from himself.

"This tastes like ass! What the fuck, Shou?" he exclaimed. Aizawa grinned a little. Sure, Yamada was his friend, but it made him kind of happy to see him suffer right now. He was coughing and drinking loads of water to get the taste out of his mouth.

"Yeah, I know. It's really not my thing, Nemuri, and I think that one has been standing for too long. Now, if you'll all excuse me, I'm going to get some more orange juice, because that was truly disgusting." Aizawa said, as he got up with the glass in his hand. Kayama was shaking her head.

"You all just don't have taste..." she mumbled and packed away her Kombucha again. Yamada looked disappointed.

"I can't believe you've done me dirty like this, Shou." he said. Aizawa shrugged and gave him a wide grin.

"Again, I have no idea why you still trust me, Zashi. Anyway, I'm off to get something to drink and then I'll probably take a nap before my next lesson, so I'll see you all later." he replied and walked off.

I passed a few tables with students, some of them I knew. There was one table with a group of first years in basic training, their names were Todoroki, Midoriya, Uraraka, Iida and Asui. It was incredibly obvious that Uraraka was crushing hard on Midoriya. How he didn't realize it was completely beyond me.

At another table there was Nishiyama and her entourage. She always had a crowd of people around her and most of them kept changing all the time. Nishiyama was probably the true drama queen of this university. Most people who weren't stuck in high school anymore were not paying much attention to her, thankfully. She was a pain in the ass, but Aizawa had to admit that she usually had very good grades, although that was probably due to her learning all the notes by heart just before the exams.

The last table he passed was literally right beside the place where all the drinks were. Aizawa recognized Kaori Shinsou and her brother. Kaori was picking at her food, as if she wasn't hungry. She probably felt sick due to the painkillers. Aizawa felt a little pang in his heart, seeing her with the bandages around her forehead, knowing that it was his fault, because she was trying to save him.

Her brother looked like he had just seen a ghost and was whispering to her. I could see Kaori raise an eyebrow and give her brother an amused smile.

"What, you mean Pikachu?" she said loudly. Her brother looked around in a panic and then quickly gestured for her to be quiet.

Aizawa who had been watching this exchange was wondering who they were talking about. There was only one person he knew and he would describe as Pikachu and that was Denki Kaminari. He somewhat doubted that Hitoshi Shinsou knew Kaminari. From what he knew they had little in common, except that they were both first years. Well, it wasn't really his business anyway.

He poured himself a glass of orange juice and squinted at it. There seemed to be a few tiny bits in it, probably because someone had been swirling the jug and not letting it settle properly. Shouta Aizawa absolutely hated bits in his orange juice. Or any juice, to be fair. Things he was drinking or eating should be one consistent texture. Anyone who said otherwise was a potential psychopath.

"Well, forget about your crush on coffee boy for a second and let's talk about the plan for this evening. I've had this desire to watch Aristocats all day, are you with me?" he heard Kaori ask. Aizawa stopped squinting at his orange juice and froze. He loved that movie. It was one of his favourite childhood movies. It was his guilty pleasure whenever he felt stressed out or sad or overwhelmed by life and work and everything else. And no one - no one - could ever know about it.

"Yes! Absolutely! We haven't watched that movie in ages!" Hitoshi Shinsou exclaimed. Kaori laughed.

"I know, right? We should just get all wrapped up in blankets, get some nice, fancy ice cream and watch that movie. It's even raining outside, it's the perfect day for that. Plus, you can take your mind off the Sports Festival for once."

"Let's do it."

Shouta Aizawa decided he had been creepy listening in on his students' conversation for long enough. He took his orange juice and made his way back to the table with his colleagues. It looked like he hadn't missed much, since Yamada still seemed to be complaining about the Kombucha. What a fucking nerd.

#inside your mind #shouta aizawa #shota aizawa #aizawa #aizawa fanfiction #fanfiction #aizawa x oc #quirklessau

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Scales and Scars (Part Four)

Aizawa-Yamada [Y/n] - Given quirks through experimentation, thus their quirks are ‘Artificial’ and not considered ‘true’ quirks

First Quirk: Shadow Manipulation

Uses: Shadow manipulation allows the user to travel almost like teleportation from shadow to shadow by ‘sensing’ the shadows around the user. User is able to control the shadows and form objects. User can change the density of shadows. user also has excellent night vision.

Drawbacks: User experiences flashes of coldness from the presence of shadows, and if holds onto a shadow for too long will begin to develop frost bite.

a/n: That’s one of your quirks explained but there’s more to come!

Word Count: 1849

Pairings: Eraserhead(AIzawa) X PresentMic(Hizashi), Reader X Class1A (Will have multiple endings for pairings)

Warnings: violence against robots

Prologue / Part One / Part Two / Part Three

Masterlist

When you stumbled from a shadow cast by a nearby dead robot, you quickly scanned the area.

“Come on…come on…” you muttered anxiously as your eyes tried to find the person that was in danger.

“Help!”

The hoarse cry caught your attention and you immediately began sprinting towards the sound.

Skidding around a corner, way to close to where the Zero Pointer was steadily toppling buildings for your taste, you found him.

A Teen looked to be stuck under a pile of rubble where a building once stood and his quirk seemed to be out of control.

“Dark Shadow! Control yourself!” The black headed avian boy shouted at the strange bird like shadow that was coming from his chest, before buckling over in pain.

You ran towards them, silently swearing at the other students who were running away and not helping the injured boy.

Upon reaching where the boy was stuck, you smiled calmly at him, despite your heart racing as you heard the machinery of the Zero Pointer growing louder and louder.

“Hi, my Name’s [Y/n]. I’m going to help you get out of here, okay?”

You thought the teenager would be glad if someone stopped to help, but instead he just squinted at you in pain and growled out, “Get out of here! I can’t control Dark Shadow!”

Sparing a glance at the bird shadow thing, you saw in wonder that it seemed to have grown larger, it’s piercing yellow eyes gleaming with promises of darkness and pain.

“I’m not scared.” And you weren’t.

The kid seemed to pause as he took in your confidence and then with a grimace, he whispered, “Tokoyami.”

Smiling again, though more strained as you caught the gleam of metal glinting off sun as the Zero Pointer was barely a mile away now.

“Okay Tokoyami. I’m going to need you to trust me. I can’t dig you out fast enough, so I’m going to have to use my quirk. I’m guessing since you called your quirk Dark Shadow, that they are something to do with shadows and that’s why they are getting out of control, right?”

The Avain head teen nodded.

You looked down to where his legs were pinned and took a deep breath, “Okay. I’m going to get us out of here, whatever happens, don’t let go.”

And before he could ask you what you meant, as the building next to you began falling as the Zero Pointer plowed through it, you grabbed his hand and pulled you both into a shadow and out of danger.

In the split second of traveling from shadows, you could feel the immense power from the dark teen’s quirk as it reigned without any restraints.

The scream of pain from Tokoyami pierced your heart but you made sure to keep ahold of him.

And then you were near the entrance gate and you yanked the kid out of the shadow, his quirk hissing from the bright sunlight and getting absorbed back into the kid’s chest.

You gently helped the kid down to the ground, his legs were pretty bad.

“That was quite the Quirk, [Y/n].” Tokoyami managed to get out between pants.

You managed a short laugh, “Yeah. Yours is pretty powerful too, Tokoyami.”

Before you could say anything else, a familiar voice called out, “Yamada! You can’t just run off like that on me!”

And then Shinso was there, looking more harried than when you left him, a short elderly women following behind him holding a cane shaped like a syringe.

“Yamada?” You heard Tokoyami’s whisper but ignored it in favor of greeting Recovery Girl.

“Hi Obaasan.”

The elderly woman who you regarded as your grandmother after spending countless nights being looked after her as a young kid right after being rescued and adopted, gave you a suffering smile.

“Always getting into trouble Young Yamada. Just like your Pa.”

Shinso gave you a strange look, “Obaasan?”

You grinned sheepishly, not saying anything, and just rubbed the back of your neck as Recovery Girl walked past you and gave a wet kiss to the Avian kid’s legs.

Shinso came up and offered a hand to the kid, who took it and climbed back to his feet.

Turning to you, his eyes shone with confusion, “Is Yamada your given name?”

Shinso’s eyes widened slightly and watched silently as you coughed in sudden embarrassment.

“Uh..yeah…[Y/n] is my first name.”

Shinso choked on a laugh, “He’s been calling you by your first name without realizing it?”

You felt heat rush to your cheeks and you began waving your hands in front of you erratically, as if you could wave off the embarrassment, “No! Wait! It wasn’t like that!”

Tokoyami watched with amused eyes and muttered, just loud enough for you to hear, “What a mad banquet of Darkness.”

At that Shinso completely lost it and began laughing so hard he almost fell over.

Once you managed to calm him down, all three of you realized the test was now over. Walking out of the Battle center, you felt the adrenaline wear off and the bruises and exhaustion settle in.

“Hey guys...let’s exchange numbers so we can let each other know when our letters come in.”

Both boys agreed and soon you were waving goodbye to your two new friends with a smile as you headed to the house, as agreed with your dad’s beforehand, that they would be at the school for a while after the tests ended.

Once home, you wanted to just collapse onto your bed, but knew you needed to take a shower.

Inu greeted you with a loud meows and began his many attempts at trying to trip you by winding around your legs as you got out of the shower and into your room.

“Inu!” You chuckled, reaching down, you hefted the giant black fluff ball in your arms and settled him on your bed as you crawled on it as well and opened your phone.

Future Hero Chat!

17:00 - ForeverTired: Are you guys as sore as I am? I swear I’m in pain in places that pain should never be.

17:05 - Birb: The complexities of the human body never ceases to amaze me as the vessels they are for our meager minds.

17: 08 - ForeverTired: Alright there Socrates. Yamada, you there?

17:10 - YaMad?: Yeah. You guys can call me [Y/n]...I don’t mind and would actually prefer it. Plus Tokoyami already has :)

17:12 - Birb: I should let the void eat me

17:15 - YaMad?: NO! Bad ‘Yami!

17:19 - ForeverTired: Yami? You are a strange person [Y/n]. You call out Mr. Roboto, you talk to the kid with a villain's quirk, you help me get points, you call Recover Girl your Grandmother and you like being called by your first name.

17:22 - YaMad?: Yeah..haha...I guess I’m just ...Quirky..

17:25 - Birb: That hurt me to read...please never pun again.

17:27 - YaMad?: Aw...you guys know you tolerate me :)

17:30 - ForeverTired: I should have left you in that auditorium when I had the chance…

17:31 - YaMad?: But Ya didn’t!

17:35 - YaMad?: But seriously, if you guys don’t want me to call you Yami or Toshi I won’t…

17:37 - ForeverTired: When did I say I Cared?

17:38 - Birb: Your jokes and sweet manner are the light in the worlds’ darkness.

17:45 - Birb: Plus Fumi thinks you’re cute!

17:47 - ForeverTired: Uhhh…

17:48 - YaMad?: …

17:51 - Birb: I apologize, Dark Shadow took ahold of my phone.

17:53 - YaMad?: Oh! Isn’t Dark Shadow your quirk!? That bird shadow that you were having trouble during the exam?

17:55 - Birb: Yes. Dark Shadow is a living entity within me, and grows stronger and more hostile if exposed to darkness.

17:57 - ForeverTired: That explains so much about you…

18:00 - YaMad?: Toshi! Don’t be rude!

18:02 - Birb: I take it as a compliment [Y/n]. Do not worry.

18:05 - YaMad?: Oh! That reminds me that I never really explained my quirk! I have shadow manipulation! I can control the density of shadows, form them into weapons or anything else really, and I can travel by them, as well as an increase in Night Vision as a perk!

18:10 - Birb: That is a powerful quirk.

18:11 - ForeverTired: …

18:13 - YaMad?: Come on Toshi…

18:16 - ForeverTired: Brainwashing.

18:20 - Birb: Your quirk is quite amazing Shinso. I would assume it would be great for Heroics.

18:26 - ForeverTired: uhh…

18:29 - YaMad?: See! That wasn’t so bad! :)

18:31 - YaMad?: Oh! My dads are home! I’ll talk to you guys later!

With a smile on your face, you exited the app and stretched your arms as you stood up, scooping up Inu who only meowed in slight irritation at being woken from his spot, you walked into the main room where you could hear your dads.

“This year’s candidates are so good! They make me want to scream!”

“‘Zashi… I will knock you out if you do.”

“Aww! Come on Shou! Don’t be like that! And [Y/n] was ama-”

Your eyebrows pinched together at your Pa’s abrupt cutoff, but rounding the corner told you the reason why.

Sighing, you scratched Inu behind the ears as you caught your dads attentions, “Dad...let Pa out of your gear before he suffocates.”

Hizashi was turning an alarming shade of red.

Grumbling something about ‘idiot loud blonde husbands’, Aizawa retracted his scarf.

Hizashi sucked in a large gasp of air and then dramatically ran to you, leaning on you like he was going to faint, “Can you believe your father!? He just tried to kill me!”

You smirked as you shook off your pa and walked to stand by your Dad, handing him the cat which he immediately put around his neck.

“I would too if you were just about to talk about the entrance exam that just happened and your kid just finished...who is not supposed to know the results until next week.” You quirked a brow.

Hizashi whined, “Traitors. My family is full of traitors.”

You giggled, “Alright Pa. What’s for dinner?”

As your parents began changing and preparing dinner, you took out your phone and sent a quick message to your two new friends…

18:56 - YaMad?: You guys want to meet up tomorrow?

Walking into the kitchen, you watched your dads bicker about what to cook before you interrupted with a cough.

With their attention on you, you suddenly felt nervous and glanced to the side so that you weren’t looking right at them, “Is it okay if I go hang out with friends tomorrow?”

Silence.

Your nerves built up.

And then… “SHOUTA! OUR KID MADE FRIENDS!” A blur of yellow and suddenly you were swept up and smothered in a hug as your eardrums were ringing from your Pa’s Quirk Outburst.

Despite the deathgrip Hizashi had on you, you managed to catch a glimpse of Shouta’s soft smile from where he stood.

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cheeriecherry · 4 years

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Space Between [Aizawa Shouta x F!Reader x Yamada Hizashi] [1/9]

EraserMic x Reader

Part 1/8

Warnings: None, like 2 swears

You stare out the window of the plane, past your own reflection. In the darkness below, you can see the runway lights approaching fast, bright beacons in the shadow of night. You can hardly believe you’re about to land back in Japan.

It’s been years since you’ve set foot in the country, two and a half, to be specific, and to say you’re nervous is an understatement. You wonder if they’ll be there, your old friends, waiting for you. You’d called them earlier in the week, only ever reaching their voicemails, but you’d left them messages saying when you’d arrive…and that you’d explain everything.

When you left so long ago, it had been without a word. One day you were living your life, the next you were being shipped off to the United States, to work undercover. You hadn’t been allowed to tell anyone where you were going, or for how long. You’d just…left.

You hoped that they’d both be there. God, did you hope.

Not that they owed you anything, but the logical side of your mind told you they’d be likely to give you the benefit of the doubt, and hear what you had to say. At least, Hizashi probably would.

You’d known the blond since you were small children, having lived in the same neighborhood and gone to the same elementary school. You hadn’t met Shouta until years later, when you started high school.

The two of you hadn’t hit it off immediately. In fact. you’d found him to be aloof beyond measure, uninterested, and stubborn…but Hizashi really seemed to like him. So you’d made a point to try and get along, and it had eventually proved fruitful.

He had been difficult to get to know, but once you learned a little more about each other you’d found you had a lot in common. He was funny, in his own way, kind, and cared deeply about others, even if he didn’t show it on the surface.

And Hizashi seemed pretty pleased that you two had finally made nice with one another.

Your thoughts drift further along as you think more about the friends you left behind, the shaky beginnings of friendship, the stressful mayhem of your budding hero careers. You smile to yourself, recalling the shitty one bedroom apartment the three of you had crammed into in your early twenties, none of you being able to afford much more.

It had been nonstop work, back then. Double shifts for weeks in a row, extra patrols, second (and third) jobs on the side, all to earn enough cash to make your own way in the world. You’d been so grateful to have them back then. They made the hassle of it all worthwhile.

You’d come to the conclusion pretty early on that your feelings for them weren’t totally platonic, but you’d never had the desire to act on it. You were comfortable with where your life had been, and maybe fear had held you back, but you hadn’t wanted to risk messing anything up.

Besides, the two of them always seemed to pay more attention to each other than to you.

“Pardon me, Miss.”

You snap out of your thoughts when a gentle hand rests on your shoulder. You look up at the smiling flight attendant with wide eyes, electricity buzzing through your body where she touched you.

She lets you know the plane has landed and that the rest of the passengers have exited the deck (a quick glance around proves this), and that if you need help carrying anything to let her know. You thank her quietly, apologize for holding everyone up, and make your way into the airport.

—-

You squint as you walk into the building, which -even at such a late hour- is busy with people. The fluorescent lights almost burn your eyes, and the din around you is loud enough that you almost miss the sound of your name being called.

Thankfully, you manage to hear the quick footsteps behind you, before you’re scooped up like a doll and squished in a hug.

“Y/N! We missed you!”

You squirm a little in Hizashi’s arms, trying to regain your balance, but he only spins you in a circle and hugs you harder. You find yourself smiling, despite your earlier unease. He was here. He’d heard you. He’d come for you.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see Shouta meandering towards you, hands shoved in his pockets and donning his usual expression. You smile at him, too, and offer him a hug after you’re finally set down.

He’s softer and significantly more calm about it, but his grip on you is tight and warm. You sigh and lean into him, resisting the urge to stay like that for longer than necessary.

“I have a lot of explaining to do, huh?” you say, keeping your tone light. A fresh wave of guilt washes over you when you remember everything that’s happened, and everything you did. They were here now, but you could only guess what they were thinking and feeling; disappointment, shock, anger…

The three of you wander over to the baggage claim area, and stand in a small huddle while you wait for your things.

“Your voicemail said you were undercover,” Hizashi says, and you nod.

“Yeah, for two and a half years.” Shouta grumbles, low enough that you almost miss it. You fiddle with the sleeves of your shirt, avoiding their gazes.

“I’m sorry,” your voice is small, “Truly. If I could have told you about anything, I would have. The commission estimated the mission would only last a couple weeks, but…”

“Two and a half years.”

You droop. “It was supposed to be a small takedown, for some small-time ringleader in the states. Get in, get out, don’t get caught.”

Shouta watches a luggage bag pass by, carefully disinterested. “So what went wrong?”

You shrug. “Local lowlife ended up being part of an international smuggling ring. We could have taken the guy out, but then we would’ve lost the only source we had to something bigger. So we stayed, and we spied, and we put a lot of people in prison.”

Hizashi pulls a bag off the conveyor. “And you got yourself on someone’s shit list.”

“Oh, without a doubt,” you laugh, but neither of them do.

You reach for the handle of your bag, but Hizashi swings it away before you even get close. You roll your eyes and complain, but let him carry it anyways, the three of you lulling into silence on the way out.

Only when you’re outside do either of them speak again.

“You kept saying ‘we’, back there,” Shouta says, and Hizashi tacks on, “Did you have a partner?”

You’re quiet for a moment, pensive. Sad. Guilty.

“Yeah,” you try to keep your voice even, “I did.”

My fault.

You shake the thought away and pretend to miss the glance that the two of them share with each other, walking a few steps ahead of them. It’s obvious that it’s not something you’re willing to talk about right now, even if you weren’t exhausted from the flight and lack of sleep.

You reach the car before them, recognizing the old vehicle as the one Hizashi owned before you’d left.

“We’re glad you’re back, in any case,” he says, unlocking the side door for you to slip in. “It hasn’t been the same without you around.”

You smile at that, but you’re certain it doesn’t reach your eyes. Your mind is elsewhere, now, lost in old thoughts.

Shouta slides into the front passenger seat, peering back at you in the mirror. “We’ll be home soon. Try not to fall asleep back there, you know you get motion sick.”

You snort, but you can feel your eyelids falling. “I won’t fall asleep, I’m stronger than-” You break off into a yawn. “…Maybe not. Just drop me off at a hotel, okay? I don’t mind staying there for a while-”

“You’re kidding, right?” Hizashi plops into the driver’s seat, and starts the car. “You seriously think we’d just toss you out like that? No ma’am, you can crash on our couch!”

“It’s gonna be a couple weeks until I can find a place,” you explain, tiredness beginning to seep into your voice, “and I really don’t wanna take up space-”

Shouta reaches back without looking and pinches your leg. “Your money is better spent on new living arrangements,” he says, and you swat at him, “Don’t blow it on some shit hotel when you have people who want to house you.”

You grumble a little, but relent, knowing he’s right.

“So, you two are still living together, huh?” you ask, trying to change the conversation to something more comfortable. “I would’ve sworn you guys would have enough saved up to get your own places by now.”

“We’re engaged, so it makes sense.”

Your eyebrows shoot up at this, surprise evident in your expression. Engaged? Your stomach does little flips, and for a moment you’re not sure if they’re good or bad. On one hand, you’re glad they’re happy and together. On the other hand…seeing them after so long has definitely begun to resurface some old feelings.

You smile, masking the sadness. “I really missed a lot, huh? I didn’t even know you guys liked each other.”

Hizashi grins in the rear view mirror. “Some things came to light after you…left. We admitted some feelings, tried a few things out, and the rest is history.”

Your stomach sinks, all the butterflies you’d had instantly dying. “I’m glad you guys had each other. I’m…I’m sorry.”

Shouta reaches back again, but you manage to dodge his pinching attack this time. You slap at each other for a couple seconds, before you’re scolded for roughhousing in the car.

“You don’t need to keep apologizing,” he says, “we get why you had to leave, now. Besides, you’re back. We can pick up where we all left off.”

Where you left off, huh? Where you’d left off, you’d been overworked and pining hard for two of the dumbest smart people you’d ever known. Were you doomed to that fate again?

Still, you tell them, “That sounds perfect.”

#aizawa x reader #aizawa shouta x reader #erasermic x reader #yamada hizashi x reader #yamada x reader #this is a happy poly fic no worries #bnha x reader #mha x reader #reader insert #Space Between

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