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eraserheadswatching · 1 year

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aizawa and izuku quotes part 6!

because its 7am I haven't slept and I have a 10 hour shift soon!

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Izuku , making a cup of tea: Yeah, get into that leaf juice, you sexy, sexy bee sauce.

aizawa: Hey, do you take constructive criticism?

Izuku : I absolutely fucking do not.

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aizawa: You're alive.

Izuku : There's no need to sound so disappointed sensei.

aizawa : I'm not I'm just shocked

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aizawa: Izuku , what is the ONE thing I asked you NOT to do tonight?

Izuku : Raise the dead.

aizawa: And what did you do?

Izuku : Raise the dead.

aizawa : why why do you do this.

izuku : I am just in a silly mood okay

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aizawa: What's wrong with you?

Izuku : Off the top of my head, I'd say low self-esteem, a lack of paternal affection, and a genetic predisposition for anxiety and depression.

aizawa : Oh... I'm adopting you now

izuku : yeah lam- what?

mic : STOP ADOPTING EVER SAD CHILD.

aizawa : YOU CANT STOP ME.

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Izuku : What goes up but never comes down?

aizawa: The amount of stress you're bringing this family.

izuku : hut its just you, me and the cats

aizawa : exactly. poor bastard is stressed.

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Izuku talking about aizawa : my dad taught me to think before I act.

Izuku now glaring at bakugo : ...So if I smack the shit out of you, rest assured that I thought about it and am confident in my decision.

aizawa proud as fuck : go get em kid!

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Izuku drugged up on hospital meds : Why's it called an oven when you of in the cold food and you of out hot eat the food?

aizawa :....what????

class 1a : I'm so confused?

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izuku high as fuck on hospital drugs after the stain fight : haha pretty

aizawa and mic bursting into the room :KIDDO?!

izuku : ayeee! you made it!

mic : hey buddy how you feeling?

izuku smirking : they got me on the good shit!

aizawa laughing : oh my god!

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readingnreccing · 4 months

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The First Step to Recovery is Poor Impulse Control by Foxquills

When an apartment block collapses, Shouta expects a routine rescue operation. He does not expect to meet a blindingly intelligent 8 year-old Izuku on the worst day of his life. He certainly doesn't expect to take the kid home, call his estranged best friend in a panic because he doesn't know what fuck to do, and turn his life upside down in the space of a few hours. It's fine, though. He might be a mess, but he can keep one grade-schooler alive until social services sorts their shit. It's just temporary, he tells himself. Y'know, like a liar. or: The story of how one disaster man saves a little boy, and how the little boy saves him back.

The Feels!!! Ohhh, this one made me cry, and I was happy about it. Shouta saves Izuku from his destroyed building, but Inko dies in the disaster. Shouta takes Izuku home with him until child services can find other relatives to stay with him. But he didn’t expect to get attached to him so quickly, and having the kid help him get out of his funk and get his best friend back into his life. Hizashi is absolutely amazing (like in all the fics this author writes), Shouta is a disaster who cares so much and doesn’t know how to deal, and Izuku is the best child.

Author’s tags: Parental Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead | Dadzawa, Midoriya Izuku is a Ray of Sunshine, Dead Midoriya Inko, no disrespect inko but I needed to give your son away lmao, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead Adopts Midoriya Izuku, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead is a Mess, References to Depression, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic is a Good Friend, Getting Together, Family Feels, Protective Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, shouta escalates from taking in stray cats to stray children

Remember to leave feedback to the author! <3

@fox-quills

#bnha #aizawa and izuku #erasermic #fic rec #aizawa shouta #yamada hizashi #midoriya izuku #dadzawa #canon divergent #teen #10k 50k #complete #foxquills

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shovellyyy · 2 months

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I want to spotlight my favorite comfort fic for a moment: Bough Breaks.

I'm not too heavy on mha fics, but without fail, I will binge read, rearrange my schedule, to read it. The writing is beyond immaculate, the detail, and the journey Izuku goes through. It speaks to me in such a personal way where I feel like I'm being hugged whenever I read it. I just finished its latest chapter and I'm on the edge of my seat waiting for the next one.

I just finished binge reading it for the umpteenth time, and I already wanna do it again. When the next chapter comes out, I'll reread it all. It's such a beautiful story, one that I hope never ends and that i hold so dearly in my conscience.

#mha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #izuku #parental aizawa #i love parental aizawa #not a ship fic #bough breaks #i left an essay of a comment on the fic already but i wanna boast about it here too #midoriya #izuku midoriya #aizawa and izuku #i think its the daddy issues that make me love it

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riahlynn101 · 1 year

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"Always and Forever."

Summary: All for One tries to be a good parent, Aizawa is a good brother, and Izuku is cute (and powerful).

(Written for the 2022 dad-fic-exchange for EliseRae).

It’s a universal truth that children love unconditionally. Izuku Midoriya is no different.

He watches T.V from his place on the couch, snuggled up against his older brother’s side. Shota’s visiting from college, and has thus far indulged Izuku in his need to watch all the pre-quirk superhero movies their father dredged up from….somewhere (dad is always strangely vague when talking about his past).

Izuku loves hanging out with his older brother. Besides the obvious, he likes being near his brother and daddy because of the light they give off (and other people, but daddy rarely lets him see anyone else). The small aura of bright yellow light that he gives off reminds Izuku of warm, sunny days where everyone’s happy and absolutely nothing can go wrong.

“He must have some sort of spidey mut-muta- ability that needed certain things to make it work,” Izuku mutters under his breath. “Could your power work on him?”

“The word you’re looking for is mutation, and maybe,” Shota says, looking down at his brother (who is laser-focused on the T.V despite asking a question). “I think it depends on if his powers truly are a byproduct of a mutation. In which case, no. Erasure wouldn’t work on him.”

Chuckling, Shota nudges his little brother. “Not turning to the darkside are we?”

Izuku shakes his head, green curls mussing with the movement. “No, Nii-San, I was just curious.”

They return to watching the movie.

Near the middle of the movie, Izuku’s eyes become heavy with sleep. Not surprising considering he skipped his daily nap to spend more time with his older brother (“he’s spending the entire weekend with us, Izuku, go rest,” their dad had said, in a fruitless effort to placate him. “After all, tomorrow's your fourth birthday. You need to save your energy for the party.”)

Somehow, someway, Izuku had won that argument. But the consequences of his actions are slowly but surely catching up to him.

He tries to muffle a yawn behind his hand.

“Tired, are we?” Nii-San asks, patting his head.

“No.”

“Okay, sure, Problem Child.”

Izuku scrunches his nose up at the nickname. You break your arm one time falling from a tree (and almost get run over by oncoming traffic, because he forgot to look both ways while out shopping with his dad. And are almost squashed during a hero-villain fight, because their quirks were just so cool! And there was that one time he was almost kidnapped because an older lady said she had an All Might action figure in her van.) and suddenly you’re a “Problem Child.”

“Uh, uh,” he says, petulantly. His eyes keep slipping closed, and he’s only half-listening to his older brother.

“Sleep, Izu, I’ll be here when you wake up.”

When Izuku finally falls asleep, still nestled up to his brother in their living room, he dreams of getting a quirk of his own.

-x-x-x-

Love is not a word many would associate with All for One. And while society as a whole wouldn’t be wrong to assume so, All for One is in fact only human (much as he loathes to admit that).

He loved Yoichi first, as though the boy was his own son.

He loved Ayame Aizawa second, in a vastly different way than he had ever felt before. A young woman with a vision quirk, dark eyes and long, wavy black hair. She insisted she loved him as well, even got engaged to him and bore him a son that resembled her. But luck wasn’t on All for One’s side, and Ayame discovered some of his more minor villainous deeds a few months after Shota was born.

In a rare display, that would surely give his frail brother a heart attack if he was still around, he let her leave. They even shared custody of Shota until the boy was old enough to decide he wanted to live full time with his dad.

All for One took a break from dating for a time. He had a son who was growing more and more everyday, and an underworld to run from the shadows.

And then, he met Inko Midoriya.

A 20-year-old woman who had recently graduated from a nursing program. He met her while waiting on Doctor Garaki in the hallway of Jaku General Hospital. A polite, bright, young woman with a weak telekinesis quirk called, “Attraction.”

That was how Doctor Garaki described her when he brought her up during their meeting.

It took a grand total of ten months, three hundred awkward attempts at flirting with the nurse, and no less than ten dad jokes a week in an effort to break the ice.

She never took the hint.

Not until his son, then nine, fell off his bike and needed his hand stitched up.

Being around his pride and joy, worrying extensively about how Shota was feeling and comforting him when the doctors had to numb the area, made being in the same space as her less nerve wrecking.

“Hey, Shota, I’m afraid for the calendar,” All for One, going by the name of Hisashi, remembers telling his son, whose face was ruddy and wet from crying.

“W-why, dad?”

“Because its days are numbered.”

His son burst out laughing, smiling for the first time since falling from his bike hours earlier.

Next to him, starting to clean up the room for the next patient, Inko chuckles at the lame joke.

They get married on the last Saturday in April. Shota’s their ring bearer and Anyame even attended to wish the new couple good luck (blessedly, she doesn’t divulge why they broke up to Inko). The two women get along swimmingly and are fast friends.

Six-years-later, on July 15th, Izuku Midoriya was born to Hisashi and Inko Midoriya at Jaku General Hospital.

Izuku comes home with his father two days later; Inko doesn’t come with them.

Caring for a newborn and a teenager (who, at the time, was also grieving the loss of a good friend of his) was hard to say the least. He remembers crying for the first time since his brother died, unsure of how to proceed as a single father.

For a time he even considered giving Izuku up for adoption, before Shota knocked some sense into him.

“I’m sad too,” his son had said, holding a six-month-old Izuku close to his chest, “but I think adopting Izuku out is only going to make us hurt worse. He’s family. He’s my brother, and I don’t think I can lose anyone else…dad-dad…I…I can’t lose him.”

All for One holds his sons close for hours afterwards, promising to never leave the two boys.

A promise he hasn’t broken yet.

On the rare occasions he has to leave on business and Shota can’t watch Izuku, Anyame happily takes on the role of babysitter.

They live in a traditional-Japanese style house just outside the city of Mustufu. Close enough to the city that Izuku can get to and from school when he starts in the fall, but far enough away that no one pays them any mind.

Which brings him up to now, standing in the middle of a superhero themed party store.

He glares at an All Might-themed party pack (plates, cups, napkins, balloons, and party hats). Shaking his head, he takes the offending item off the shelf. Kami, the things he does for love.

Izuku is turning four tomorrow. An exciting time in any child’s life. Four seems to be the average age when people are developing a quirk nowadays. Though, considering he himself is a first generation quirk user who knows if Izuku will even get one.

He’s been going over all the possible quirk combinations that his son could have: a stronger form of “Attraction,” one of All for One’s many quirks (maybe even firebreath, as he constantly keeps that one activated just in case), or…..

Or a stronger version of All for One.

He grimaces, picturing the absolute headache that would cause.

“Did you find everything okay?” The cashier asks, scanning the party pack.

“Yes.”

In a perfect world, he wouldn’t have to worry about his son developing a quirk so similar to his own. But it’s not and no doubt All Might and his little entourage would track him down, break his family apart, if word got out of a child possessing an All for One quirk.

He sighs, thanks the overworked cashier, and heads for the door.

One day at a time, Hisashi. There’s nothing you can do about it today.

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He arrives home to see his sons cuddling on the couch, fast asleep. Shota’s hair is covering part of his face, and he’s leaning over towards his brother, one arm wrapped around Izuku.

Izuku, meanwhile, is snuggled up. His feet tucked underneath him, and his head nestled against Shota’s side.

A pang of longing hits All for One’s heart. He remembers cuddling up with his brother like that.

Yoichi would have loved them.

Pushing down those feelings, he smiles at the boys. Carefully, so as not to wake either of them up, All for One covers them both with a throw blanket. He brushes Shota’s hair from his face and kisses them both on the head.

He starts for the kitchen. Maybe he can finish dinner before either of them wake up.

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Dinner is a lively affair. Izuku talks animatedly about anything and everything, while his family listens intently.

“And-and I think Shota’s quirk could work on Spider-Man ‘cause I don’t think it’s a mutation. I think it’s his quirk.”

“Back in my day,” their father starts (to which both boys groan), “we called heroes, like the one in that movie, “Superheroes” and they had superpowers not quirks.”

“But I thought they were called meta-abilities before quirks,” Shota says, taking another bite of his fried rice.

Their dad nods. “In the real world, yes. But in films and comics, people called them superpowers.” He pokes at his rice with a chopstick, face oddly solemn. “Back in those days, before meta-abilities, people wanted powers.”

Someone pats his hand. Looking down, Hisashi sees his youngest son’s tiny hand trying to comfort him.

“It’s okay, daddy.”

“Yes,” All for One agrees. “Everything is fine.” He smiles, wanting to change the subject. “Are you excited for tomorrow?”

Izuku bounces in his seat, nodding. “Mhm! Super-duper excited!”

Shota snorts. “That's all he’s been talking about today. Well, that and those superhero movies we just had to binge watch today.”

“Oh, don’t act like you didn’t enjoy them as well,” All for One teases his oldest son.

“Because I-”

“Daddy can I go to the park?” Izuku asks, his plate already empty.

Hisashi loves and hates in equal measure that the city put in a playscape just down the street. It’s far from the busy streets and oncoming traffic and the hustle and bustle of city life, but he still doesn’t like his son(s) going there. There’s always a chance of something going wrong, and he’s been around too long to leave things to chance.

But…looking into his youngest’s green eyes, eager and excited, Hisashi can’t bring himself to say, “no.”

“Yes-”

“Yay!” Izuku cheers, hopping off his chair and racing towards the front door.

“Izuku-”

Shota pats his dad on the back. “I got him, dad.” He takes his brother’s and his’ plate to the sink, rinsing them off. “Be back before seven.”

“Of course, be safe.”

Shota shoots his dad an awkward smile and hurries to catch up with his rambunctious little brother.

All for One sighs, contently. What could possibly go wrong?

-x-x-x-

The trip to the park starts off well enough. A few kids around his age are playing in the sandbox. Izuku races over to play with them. He’s seen them here before (whenever he can get his father to take him here, that is). He likes playing with them because they always have such pretty colors connected to them, hovering over their small shoulders like a guardian angel or an extension of themselves. He’s noticed it, the small ball of light, in other people as well. But daddy doesn’t let him interact with other people a lot, so it’s always exciting when he can see lights and colors that differ from his brother and daddy (and Auntie Anyame).

His brother sits next to the other parents, a slight grimace on his face. His brother is kind of funny like that. Other people make him nervous, which isn’t the funny part, but the way his face contorts against his will to show his emotions plain as day, is.

Still, Izuku isn’t cruel and is not nearly as oblivious as daddy thinks he is, so he pats his brother on the arm and offers a small smile before running off to play in the sandbox.

He plays alone for a while, scooping the sand into buckets to make sandcastles, until another boy, probably a few years older than him, wanders over. He has dark blue hair and the aura that follows him is a soothing baby blue.

“What’s your name? Mine’s Tanaka Akio,” the boy, now known as Akio, says, grabbing the other available bucket.

“Midoriya Izuku,” he answers, timidly. Despite his growing excitement at having someone around his age to talk to, he can’t help but feel a little shy.

“Okay, can I call you Izuku-Chan?”

“Mhm,” he agrees.

“And of course, you can call me Akio-Chan, or Akio.” Akio smoothes out the sand in the bucket, packing it down.

“Okay.”

“This isn’t going to work,” he says after flipping over the bucket, only to watch his castle crumble. Izuku follows suit, more out of curiosity than anything else.

It breaks apart and crumbles away.

“Aw,” Izuku whines. “Guess we’ll have to start over again, huh?”

“Yes! But I think my quirk can help us. I can generate water. It’s weak, but it should help wet the sand enough for it to stick together.”

Izuku stares at his new friend with stars in his eyes. “Generate water? Is it sweat? Or does the water come from the water you drink? Do you have to drink a lot of water? If you don't, do you get sick?”

“Yes. I don’t know. I don’t know. Yes. And kind of? Mama makes sure I drink at least one glass per hour.”

Not exactly satisfying answers, but Izuku manages to stop himself from hounding the other boy about his super cool water quirk.

“Do you like heroes?” Akio asks. “I used to live in the city, so I used to see them fight villains all the time.”

Izuku nods, the rest of his nerves slowly dissipating as the other boy starts to jabber on and on about all the different hero fights he’s seen.

As the two boys continue to play together, Shota watches intently. Socializing, no matter how miniscule, stresses him out. Only Hizashi and Nemuri seem to- well, no, they still stress him out, but they’re at least funny. And, at this point, he’s probably stuck with them.

A woman, presumably a relative or babysitter of one of the many children playing in the park, clears her throat. He side-eyes her, but beyond that, he pays her little mind.

“Ahem, sir,” she says.

“Yes?” He asks, warily.

“You look awfully familiar.” She smirks.

“Do I?” Shota thinks of moving to the bench on the other side of the park, but there’s more people over there and it’d be rude to just up and move. His dad taught him better manners than that.

“Yes. I think I saw you on the news. Oh, what was it for?” The woman thinks aloud to herself.

Shota’s mouth suddenly feels strangely dry. He speaks around the lump growing in his throat. “You must be mistaken. I-I’ve never been on the news.”

“No, no, I know I have. Ah, I got it!” She snaps her fingers. “You-”

“Nii-San!”

Shota politely excuses himself, thanking whatever God or deity helped him avoid her next words. He rushes over to the sandbox.

There sits his brother and another little boy, both of which look shocked and horrified. Upon seeing Shota, his little brother sniffles.

“I didn’t mean it. Make him better.”

“Huh?”

“Haru!” The woman from earlier wails, racing over to them.

It’s then that Shota takes notice of the unconscious boy laying on the opposite side of the sandbox.

“What happened?” He asks, trying and failing to keep the worry out of his voice.

Izuku gives a weak shrug of his shoulders. “I-I don’t know. He was being very mean, and I just wanted him to stop so I-”

“You!” The woman yells, startling everyone in the park and even a few babies started crying at her outburst. She gathers her son in her arms. “You hurt him!”

“No, I-I didn’t mean to.”

“He really didn’t. Haru-Kun kicked our sandcastles down and called Izuku-Chan a bunch of really nasty names. And neither of us touched him. We’ve been here the whole time.”

The woman glares at the kids, looking a hairbreadth away from pouncing on them.

Protective big brother instincts engaged, Shota steps in front of both the boys. “I can call emergency services. We can settle this between the adults.”

“Whatever. Just call them.”

-x-x-x-

“Ah, huh, thank you. Thank you, yes, goodbye.” Their dad hangs up the phone, flipping it shut (another relic from his time, whatever that means). “The boy woke up.”

Izuku, who hadn’t stopped crying since the incident at the park, is fast asleep in his bedroom. Safe and sound.

From his place on the couch, Shota breathes a sigh of relief. “Did they figure out what happened?”

“Shota,” his dad starts, sitting down next to him, “you know what my quirk does, correct?”

“You can take and give quirks?”

“Yes.”

“Is- was the incident at the park….can Izuku take and give quirks?”

“Yes.”

“Yes?”

“What else do you wish me to say, Shota? From what you tell me, Izuku might have felt his friend and he were threatened and used his quirk on the boy that was bothering them. Unintentionally, of course.”

He scoffs, standing up quickly. “I also said Izuku never touched him. A few witnesses verified that.”

His dad nods. “Interesting. Did you happen to know what the boy’s quirk is?”

“I think his mom mentioned something about him being able to bend metal? I don’t know, she really wasn’t happy with Izuku or me and made every effort to tell us so.”

“Funny then that I find that exact quirk in Izuku’s possession, isn’t it?” His dad laughs, but it comes out sounding humorless. Suddenly serious, he leans forward. “This stays between us and Izuku. At least until he can control it. Do you understand?”

Wordlessly, nervously, Shota nods.

“Good. Now that that’s settled let’s discuss party plans.”

Getting to his feet, his dad starts rambling on about the food preparations. Shota follows behind him, offering a hum here and superficial comment there. Though he tried to hide it, the fear in his dad’s eyes had been there.

If his dad is frightened, then what chance does he and Izuku have against whatever evil he’s afraid of?

“Shota?” His dad asks, voice soft and brows furrowed. He holds a cookbook that looks several decades old in front of him. “Are you alright?”

He forces a smile. “Yeah, just a little tired. Sorry, go on.”

There’s a knowing look in his dad’s eyes, but it vanishes in the blink of an eye. “What kind of cake do you think Izuku would want?”

“Anything All Might.” Is Shota’s immediate answer.

“Hah, but what flavor?”

“It could be made of only wasabi, as long as it’s All Might themed, the kid won’t care.”

His dad sighs and closes his eyes. “I suppose you’re right. Well then, what about you? What kind of cake do you like?”

“Surprise me,” he says, moving out of the kitchen and towards the bedrooms. “I’m going to bed, I’ll be up early to help decorate.”

“Goodnight, Shota.”

“Night, dad.”

-x-x-x-

The next day is nothing short of chaotic. No one brings up the events of the previous day, instead choosing to focus on the party at hand.

Shota, true to his word and against his body’s protests at getting up earlier than eleven, helps his dad decorate the living room and dining room. Red, yellow, and blue streamers hang from the ceiling. The dining room is set up with each place setting having an All Might plate, cup, and napkin. His dad doesn’t hide his grimace everytime he locks eyes on it.

“Izuku will be happy,” Shota says, casually reminding his dad why they do this song and dance every year (and will probably continue to do so for the next fourteen years).

“Yes, yes he will.” He sighs, rubbing his forehead.

Shota chuckles, gathering bits of plastic and broken streamers to shove into the trash can. His dad checks his watch.

“Well, time to wake the birthday boy. There’s this diner in the city that serves American-style breakfast. I think you boys will like it.”

-x-x-x-

His dad, per usual, was correct in his assumptions. The American 50s-style diner sits in the middle of Musutafu, nestled in between a ramen shop and a discount book store. An overly-friendly woman with neon green hair and wearing a stereotypical waitress uniform leads them to a booth at the back of the diner.

Once they’re all settled in, the waitress starts passing out their menus. “There we are. And one for-”

Izuku grabs her arm, still holding onto the menu. “You have a very pretty quirk. Can I have it?”

The woman gasps, eyes widening.

No one moves.

No one breathes.

Shota looks to their dad, who’s reaching towards both of them. A protective glint in his red eyes.

And then, the bell over the door chimes.

The waitress laughs, ruffling Izuku’s hair. “Kids say the darndest things don’t they?”

Shota and their dad join her in laughing, cheesing it up. “Yep, they sure do. Today’s actually his fourth birthday. You know how kids are with quirks nowadays.”

The waitress nods along. “Yes, yes. Can I get you guys anything to drink?”

-x-x-x-

“Izuku,” daddy starts, voice low, “you can’t just ask people if you can have their quirks.”

They’ve just got home from the diner, and his big brother is trying his best to clean the remaining syrup off Izuku’s face. The cool rag is scrubbed harshly against his skin, an unreadable expression on his brother’s face. Something in Izuku twists, feeling guilty.

He pulls away, bottom lip quivering. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to.” In all honesty, Izuku has zero idea what he’s apologizing for, but it has to be something pretty bad if even daddy’s upset.

Daddy sighs, bending down. Putting a gentle hand on Izuku’s shoulder, he tells him, “you didn’t do anything wrong, Izu. Just….sometimes people are weird about their quirks. Most people don’t want to give their quirks away.”

Izuku fidgets with the hem of his All Might t-shirt. The fabric feels nice and the familiarity helps quell some of his growing anxiety. “But All Might says it’s good to share.”

“Yes, and it is. But….” daddy trails off, eyes looking towards the ceiling as if trying to find an explanation.

“Izuku,” his big brother starts, “think of their quirks like a limited-edition All Might action figure. You wouldn’t want anyone touching that, now would you?”

He purses his lips, thinking it over. That makes sense, he supposes, and Nii-San’s right. If anyone touched his limited-edition, tenth anniversary All Might action figure (or any of his merch, really) he’d be extremely upset.

“That…I understand. But everyone has such cool quirks.”

His dad huffs out a laugh, all previous seriousness long gone. He ruffles Izuku’s hair. “They do, don’t they? It’ll be hard, but we’ll figure it out. Together.”

“Together?” Izuku asks, leaning against daddy. He’s warm and Izuku really needs a hug right now. Daddy acquiesces, wrapping his arms around him. He must also motion big brother over, because not a second later, he’s joining in the hug.

“Together,” daddy repeats.

“Yeah, problem child, always and forever.”

#brozawa #cross posted on ao3 #dad for one #cute izuku #young izuku #all for one izuku #aizawa and izuku #bnha aizawa

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tazngg · 6 months

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pediatrician Aizawa gets thank you cards from his little patients!

#aizawa shouta #mha #bnha #izuku midoriya #shouto todoroki #touya todoroki #tenko shimura #katsuki bakugou

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misssmina · 25 days

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Y’all don’t make use of subtle/weird traits in fics enough.

Dudes—

Bakugou literally has hyperhidrosis. Make him switch shirts constantly, or constantly wiping his hands, or outright refusing to touch things because nitroglycerin is a volatile substance.

Midoriya is constantly chewing on his lips or thumb while in thought. Either his lips are SO chapped or he’s a skin picker and the skin around his finger tips are super rough.

Uraraka is a poor kid. She would absolutely have some kind of financial anxiety. Make her be extremely frugal OOOORRR BETTER YET make her absolutely awful with money.

Aizawa is a hypersomniac. Give the man a nightmare disorder or something. We can be more imaginative than just always kinda tired.

Kirishima has/had really bad quirk envy. Please I need to see this addressed more. Even at the best hero school, in the top class, he talks down on his quirk.

Todoroki really doesn’t think very much. He acts quickly but very thoughtlessly. Coming to incorrect conclusions and moving too fast without knowing what to do next.

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stangalina · 7 months

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I like to think that one of the lessons Aizawa taught class A is "always have a knife".

You never know when you'll need a knife so never not be in possession of a knife. As such every member of class A has a knife hidden somewhere in their hero costumes. His gift to them when they graduated were custom engraved knives with their student number on them.

Not on board? Ok. Just imagine how funny it would be tho.

Villain: "Number one hero Deku! I am punch proof! The more you hit me the stronger I get! How will you defeat me now-"

Midoriya: "Knife."

Villain: "Wha-" *gets stabbed*

Midoriya: "Knife."

Hero: "Oh no! We're tied up! However will we escape!"

Tsuyu: "Knife."

Hero: "What?"

Tsuyu, pulling a knife off the bottom of her foot with her tongue: "Knife."

Groupie getting a hug: "Are you using your quirk or are you just happy to see me?"

Kirishima: "It's a knife."

Groupie: "...What?"

Kirishima: "Knife."

Villain, completely insulated in rubber: "You're a one trick pony chargebolt."

Kaminari, reaching down into his boot: "Oh boy are you wrong my dude!"

Hero: "You need to calm down."

Bakugou, reaching down into his V-neck: "Listen here you son of a BITCH-"

Hero: "WHY DO YOU HAVE A KNIFE!?"

Kouda: "Stop scaring the pigeons! They're a domesticated species that we abandoned back into the wild. They're sweet creatures who are pets by nature!"

Douchebag: "Or what?"

Kouda: "..."

Douchebag: "..."

Kouda: "..."

Douchebag: "oh my GOD HE HAS A KNIFE-"

#my hero academia #boku no hero academia #dadzawa #headcanon #class 1a #mha #shouta aizawa #eraserhead #midoriya izuku #deku #tsuyu asui #froppy #kirishima ejiro #red riot #denki kaminari #chargebolt #bakugo katsuki

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deathc-re · 2 months

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you hate getting sick, who doesn't? but a part of you loves it at the same time. why? because your boyfriend always treats you so good.

he'll dote on you hand and foot. you want tea? he knows just the one. you want noddles? steaming bowl in front of you. you're too hot or cold? thermostat adjusted to the perfect temperature for you, forget him.

you wanna be close to him, be held and cuddled? anything for his sweetheart. but...what about when you're horny? when this cold/ fever takes you over right in the middle of your ovulation? it's anything for his baby, and that includes slowly torturing himself while you cock warm him under the covers. you're body basically burning up, hot to the touch against his cool skin. moans and whimpers escaping you from the aches and pains in your body but also from the feeling of his cock filling you so good.

you're so weak and tired, basically in and out of consciousness but your dripping all over him and squeezing him so tight.

when he catches that your awake again he rubs your back slowly, "baby," he breathes "can i move? please? you just- fuck-- you feel so good i can't take it."

you muster up a weak chuckle and nod your head, wrapping your arms around him tighter. slowly he switches your position, moving you onto your chest and places a pillow under your hips. the loss of him and the blanket made you whine but when he pushed back into you, you melted into the bed.

it felt like every touch to your body was heightened. your fingers gripped the sheets weakly as you arched further into the soft bed. you heard your lover moan but you were too focused on your own body, every drag of his dick along your walls felt like heaven. when he reached down to rub on your clit a jolt ran through you.

before long you were seeing stars, tired body even more tired as you gasped and whimpered into the sheets, a drool pool forming by your mouth.

your boyfriend, oh so loving, restrained every muscle in his body to keep at this pace. the last thing he wanted was to hurt you. but you felt like heaven, warm walls wrapped around him so tight, your noises, the look of pleasure and daze on your face.

he gripped your ass and leaned down to nip at your ear, "i'm sorry sweetheart but i have to go fast-" he was cut off by your quick nod, reaching a hand back to grip his wrist. just that action made him twitch.

he gripped you tighter and angled his hips upward, speeding up his pace just a bit but increased the force of this thrusts by a lot. your ass shock in waves every time his pelvis met you. like energy was being pushed into you your moans got louder, more urgent, the cord in your belly tightening.

you both came almost exactly at the same time, heavy breathing filling the room. you were out, sprawled onto the bed, barely awake. your lover chuckled at the scene and leaned down to kiss your temple.

"you want a bath my love? i'll make the water extra hot for you." he called while walking to the bathroom. you hummed a response and curled into yourself, drifting off. the warm cum running down your thigh barely registering in your mind.

FAT GUM, aizawa, DEKU, kirishima, sanji, corazon, connie, gojo, CHOSO, geto, SUGAWARA + whoever else you think

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fever-dreamer97 · 10 months

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Aizawa: So from what I’ve been told, the body swap quirk will last about a day or two.

Izuku, in Bakugo’s body: Well, that’s not too long.

Bakugo, in Izuku’s body: SPEAK FOR YOURSELF, NERD!

Aizawa: Just calm down, do you two have any advice for each other to avoid any issues?

Bakugo: Tch, stay away from hot places, nerd. You’ll make my quirk go off by accident.

Izuku: Uhhh, oh. If you hear seven dead people talking to you at night, just ignore them.

Aizawa and Bakugo:

Bakugo: What?

#anime #bnha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #mha #boku no academia #boku no hero #bnha manga #incorrect boku no hero academia quotes #incorrect bnha #incorrect bnha quotes #incorrect mha #incorrect mha quotes #midoriya izuku #bakugou katsuki #bkdk #bakudeku #aizawa shouta

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serotonins-stuff · 1 year

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3am pregggy cravings

~BNHA

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♡︎ Bnha boys

♡︎ f!reader

♡︎ Sypnosis: You suddenly get strong pregnancy cravings in the early hours of the morning

♡︎ Includes : Bakugo, Izuku, Todoroki , Aizawa, Hawks

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(characters are aged up)

Bakugo

He shuffled in his sleep, while low grumbles and sniffles echoed from downstairs.

He guessed he was having a dream till the cries sounded way too real and familiar. He patted the space next to him, expecting to feel your warmth but it was empty.

He jumped up from his sleeping position in the warm blankets, shirtless and disheveled as he scrambled out of the bedroom in a panic. Concerns flooded his head but he had no time to stand and think.

Were you ok?

Why the hell are you crying?

He strumbled on various things in the dark, causing him to curse lowly but he moved on.

"Y/n!?" He half yelled, still hearing your sobs echoing through the house. The sound guided him to the kitchen downstairs, so he made sure to be cautious moving toward it.

He clutched a broom nearby, in case something bad was happening so he could prepare. Hell- he didn't even know why you were crying in the first place.

The kitchen was pitch black, although the pantry next to it was beaming with light. The alarm didn't go off which means you were safe.

He strolled into the pantry quietly and the sobs grew louder. He was temporarily blinded by the bright light but blinked repeatedly so his eyes could adjust.

And there you were, sitting cross legged on the floor while holding onto your big tummy.

"Shit-Whats wrong?" he rasped and squatted in front of you, holding onto your shoulders and looking over your features just to make sure nothing bad had happened to you.

"You hurt?" he asked and you shook your head no. "Is the baby ok?"

"Yeah" you cried. "The baby's fine"

Your face was tear-stained and your eyes a little puffy. The baby seemed fine, and you also seemed fine physically so what was the problem?

He positioned himself to sit behind you and placed his hands on your stomach from behind, rubbing it soothingly in hopes to calm you down. "Shhh," he cooed onto your nape softly.

Whatever he was doing seemed to work because, you had calmed down.

"This is gonna sound so stupid but-" you began talking "We don't have any of the food I'm craving!" You wailed in his arms.

Your husband's eyes widened at your mini rampage. He honestly didn't know where to start. "Listen I'll go get you some right now ok?"

He understood that your hormones were all over the place at the moment, so you couldn't control your emotions.

"I don't know why I'm crying so much over ice cream" you sobbed quietly "M'sorry Kat"

"Oi don't apologize for that alright?" He consoled you, still drawing soft circles on your enlarged stomach. "You've got our kid in there, and your hormones are all over the place right now"

He helped you up and guided you to the couch, wrapping a blanket around you and switching on the tv while he walked over to the door. " Call me if you need more stuff." he glimpsed back at you while searching for his cap.

He wouldn't want to be recognized by fans this late at night. Luckily there was a 24 hour convince store nearby your home, so he'd be back before you knew it.

He completed his look with a black face mask, not bothering to change out of his oversized tee and sweatpants.

"I'll be back" he stated, but before he left he made sure to glance at you once more to make sure you were ok but your eyes were glued to the tv screen.

He scoffed a smile as he closed the door and locked it. You had the spare key so it wasn't a problem. Off he was to the covience store.

He didn't take long, only about 15 minutes when the sound of his shoes and the opening of the door could be heard.

He headed over to you first thing and pulled out the food you've been craving the whole night.

"Thank you!" You beamed widely as you accepted it, already eager to open it. Katsuki exhaled a chuckle at your cuteness, flopping himself next to you on the couch and pulling out a tub of ice cream.

He brought another spoon for you in case you would want to taste some. You snickered at dramatic shows on the tv enjoying each others company.

Eventually Katsuki could feel the weight of your head on his shoulder. He peeked to the side to find you snoozing peacefully, some ice cream smeared across your lips and soft snores pouring from your nose.

He sneered back the grin that wanted to appear on his face, giving your stomach one last rub before getting you cleaned up and heading to bed.

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Izuku

"If I can just figure this out" Izuku mumbled from where he sat on the bedroom floor, holding his chin while he stared at the various papers scattered across the carpet.

He knew that you were fast asleep on the bed. You needed the rest as your belly grew each day, nourishing the little bean inside of you.

A shuffle from the bed made him freeze slightly. He didn't want to make any fast movements that would wake you up.

Once you had stopped moving he continued, but as soon as he turned his head away you called out to him.

"Izuku?" You rubbed your eyes "You still up?"

"Um-yeah I just had some work I had to finish" He rubbed the back of his head. feeling a bit guilty if he were the reason you woke up.

"Did I wake you?" He stood up and walked over to your side, leaning down behind you to rub your back.

"No you didn't do anything I just-" you sighed, not wanting to sound silly by telling him that you were craving something at such an early hour.

"Is it the baby?" he asked with slight panic, pulling the blanket down so he could come eye to eye with your stomach.

"Well yes and no"

He raised a brow in confusion.

"This is going to sound stupid but I'm craving some food " you looked at him apologetically.

"Hey" he held your hands and you turned around so your body could face him.

"Nothing you say is stupid" he smiled At you softly. "It's completely normal to feel what you're feeling and I don't blame you because you've got a whole life growing in there" his hands made their way to your stomach.

You smiled at how reassuring he was. This is exactly why you fell in love with him in the first place, he was able to make your troubles vanish just by flashing a smile.

"I'm going to drop some paperwork off at the agency anyway, so I'll get you some by the store alright?"

You nodded.

"Alright then, I'll be back soon" he placed a kiss to your cheek. "Do you need anything else?"

"I need you to eat it with me when you get back". You glanced at his tired features, he was working hard to make his agency successful but it was taking a toll on him.

He's more stressed than usual, and you only see him for a few hours a day because of his messed up sleep schedule. He promised that it would only be for this week, but it's only been 3 days yet you've been missing him like crazy.

He misses you too. He calls you everyday from work and sends a caretaker to look after you and the growing baby in your tummy while he's not around.

"Okay I promise"

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Shoto

He could feel you shuffling uncomfortably beside him. He was half asleep but woke up to check if you were ok.

"Love are you alright?" he rasped sleepily, wrapping his arms around you and rubbing your belly. His hot breath tickling your neck as he spoke

"Yes I'm fine Shoto" you stretched your legs.

"Are you craving something?" He asked and you looked at him in bewilderment.

"H-how did you know that?"

"You were staring at pictures at it all day, so I figured you'd crave it at some point" he rubbed his eyes and yawned "You also mumbled it while you were sleeping"

You squealed in embarrassment, covering your face with the blankets. Could you have spoken about food while you were sleeping? You could barely even remember what you were dreaming about.

This only made Shoto laugh lightly, you had such a cute reaction and he just couldn't help it.

"I can order us some right now if you'd like?" You heard him shuffle towards the nightstand, and the light from his phone blinded you temporarily.

"What store is open at a time like this Shoto?"

"There's a twenty-four-hour convenient store nearby that delivers," he said nonchalantly, tapping away at his phone "Looks like they have more than enough"

He proceeded to buy so much of the item that it was out of stock. You scolded him for that but he didn't have much of a reaction

Eventually the items you were craving arrived and you sat onthe bed together, devouring them.

"You are so amazing" you groaned in delight, taking another delicious bite.

"Anything for you," he said with a half-full mouth, also enjoying the delicacy.

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Aizawa

"Shota" you whined, shaking the sleeping man next to you.

"Hm?" he answered almost immediately, meaning that he was probably awake for the whole time this early hour. You knew his insomnia bothered him, but he refused to take pills or anything like that because of the side effects they gave him the next day.

"Trouble sleeping?" He inquired cuddling up to you.

"Yeah I'm having really strong cravings right now" you sighed into his chest. "Insomnia keeping you up again?"

He hummed an agreement at your question, It was a bit difficult to cuddle with the little human between the two of you, but you were excited that soon you could meet your cute little chunk. Who hopefully won't cry throughout the night and keep you awake. You heard a conspiracy theory once that children could inherit that from their parents.

"Did you cry a lot as a baby?" You asked suddenly, playing with his hands that lay on your stomach.

"Never let my parents sleep a wink" he huffed, recalling the stories his mom would tell him. "My mom often called me the pub crawler"

You snickered loudly at that name "Pub crawler....seriously?"

You went silent and he knew you were up to no good "Don't even think about calling me that" he cut your thoughts off.

"You're no fun Shota"

"How would I take you seriously if you called me a pub crawler?" He deadpanned.

"I think it suits you considering you're up at this hour"

"Then I'm calling you a incubator"

Now it was your turn to deadpan. "On second thought I think Shota suits you better"

Shuffles could be heard from him when he slowly arose from your intertwined position on the bed. You pouted your lips at the sudden emptiness next to you.

"Maybe I could get some sleep if I get some fresh air outside" he rasped slowly, stretching as he put on his shoes "I'll go get your cravings from the store nearby"

"Let me go with you" you also sat up from your position but he halted you, placing the blankets nice and snug around your body while a chuckle of amusement left his lips.

"I appreciate the enthusiasm, but you need to rest"

"Party pooper as always" you rolled your eyes.

"I won't be long" he stepped out of the room, stopping in the middle of the doorway to wait for your reply.

"I'll see you then pub crawler" you smirked sheepishly before he breathed a chuckle and swiftly closed the door.

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Hawks

He had never panicked so much in his life.

He didn't even have time to think when he jumped out of bed shirtless with pajama shorts. Your soft sobs echoing in the living room downstairs. Luckily his feathers sensed your discomfort and that's what woke him up.

He jumped down the staircase gracefully, his wings making it possible for him to land softly.

His eyes caught your figure, sitting on the couch while the tv playing in the background. He walked up to you slowly, calling your name to not scare you by suddenly appearing.

"Keigo?" You sniffled and the couch dipped slightly next to you from his sudden weight. He hooked his arm under your legs from where he sat beside you, his other arm gently making its way to your back. You couldn't feel a thing when he lifted you into his arms. Cradling you on the couch as he also tried to figure out what was going on.

He smiled softly, sensing that it was just your hormones making you feel this way. "Is nugget keeping you awake?"

You nodded your head pointing to the tv. At first, he didn't understand what you were implying till he saw delicious food being made and eaten on the screen.

"Ah I have just the trick" he yanked out his phone, typing for a while before placing it down. "It should be here in about 20 minutes Peach"

He was expecting to see you smile and thank him for being the greatest lifesaver ever but was surprised to see tears still spilling out of your eyes as you looked away.

"C'mon talk to me" he clasped your chin so you could look at him.

The truth was that you felt bad for waking him up at such an early hour just for some food. You know very well that he has work tomorrow and he has to be up early.

"Keigo, I feel bad" you whimpered. For some reason, having a baby was making you cry at every single inconvenience. "I know you must be really tired from work and I'm over here ruining your sleep schedule for cravings"

"You have nothing to be worried about, you're waaayyy more important than work," he said making sure to exaggerate the way. "And if anything you're doing me a favor, I haven't been getting much food in because of everything that's been happening lately, so thank you"

He made sure to order some for himself so you could enjoy it together. Spending time with you and nugget makes him feel unstoppable.

"Being with you and nugget gives me extra strength to face the next day." He pecked you on the lips.

"I also think that your cravings might have affected me 'cause now I'm hungry" he deadpanned and giggled slightly.

He would do anything if it were to see that sweet smile all the time.