#aizawa angst

[tired-teacher-blog]

Is it too late for us?

Characters : Aizawa/ Fem reader

Warnings and Genre : NSFW/ 18+/ Sexual intercourse/ Angst/ Ex boyfriend!Aizawa/ One Shot

Summary : You've never expected to run into your ex after an ugly breakup and months of being apart, but there you were, back in his bed and reliving every painful emotion you struggled to bury within you.

Notes : Banner and divider by @/saradika

Masterlist|Second Masterlist

You couldn't wrap your head around it at first, not even when you locked eyes with him for the first time in months, not even when he followed you to the restroom where you fled in hopes of collecting yourself.

You couldn't fathom the unusual aggressiveness he showed you while dragging you behind him through the restaurant's back door, ignoring all the questioning looks you two received from the clueless workers you passed on your way out.

You were in a haze, your mind a blur, not yet comprehending that you two had just ditched your dates and drove off to his apartment.

Only when your back hit the mattress, did you finally understand that you were in the presence of a beast who took over this man's whole being.

_ "Slow down a bit, please." your whiney protests were muffled by his hungry kisses, he was like a mad man, possessed and blind to everything that wasn't you.

Your new dress— picked out specifically to impress your date, was torn apart in the blink of an eye.

_ "You did all of this to sway that loser? Come on, you can do much better than him." he rasped bitterly, discarding the shredded garment to the floor and biting hard on the soft skin of your breasts.

_ "Don't patronize me you jerk! What I do is none of your business anymore." tears threatened to spill from your eyes, his words hurt you more than you expected them to do.

How dare he lecture you after heartlessly ending your relationship and walking away like it was nothing?

_ "Right, none of my business.." he repeated monotonically, emerging from his position to stare daggers into your soul.

His lips twitched, as if he wasn't done speaking, but you didn't want to hear it, nothing he had to say would make up for the countless nights you cried yourself to sleep wondering what went wrong.

You pulled him down forcefully, smashing your lips together in a bruising kiss, all tongues and teeth and desperate grunts, nothing sweet or romantic about it. Perfect..

It was exactly what you needed at that moment, to quench an insufferable thirst without looking back or raising your hopes up.

It meant nothing, it couldn't possibly mean anything..

Your fingers tugged at his dress shirt, fumbling with the damned buttons that refused to cooperate, "fuck, take it off, hurry." you demanded between sloppy kisses and he hummed against you before complying, his lips never leaving yours as he ripped it open.

Your hands roamed his lean chest eagerly, digging your nails into his flesh to leave bloody scratches behind.

His growls turned louder as his lips left your abused ones, "who is he?"

What?..

_ "How did you two meet?"

Seriously?..

_ "I can't let you go back to him."

A joke, it was a joke right? He was the one who left you behind without offering any kind of explanation, he was the one who pushed you into another man's arms, and he was the one who started dating around as soon as he threw you away, so why would he bother asking after all that happened?

You owed him nothing.

_ "Stop talking." you didn't want to deal with his nonsense, not anymore.

His clenched jaw peeked through the dark stubble on his cheeks, he clearly had more things to say, but the look you gave him spoke louder than any words he could utter.

His coarse hands traveled the expanse of your delicate skin, arousing goosebumps in their path and moving further down until they reached the soft fabric of your panties.

Your eyes rolled back in anticipation, and your spine arched off the bed when he roughly tore out the flimsy garment separating you, wasting no time to fondle your slick covered clit before pushing two fingers into your warmth at once.

He was harsh, uncaring, unbothered by the inevitable sting of the first intrusion as he pumped his digits fast and deep within you.

He was never like that, if only he would be gentler..

No, it was perfect that way, you didn't need the perplexity, the reminder of a past which could never return.

You grabbed onto the bedsheets underneath and tilted your head to the side as you refused to meet his piercing gaze any longer, your eyes burnt and the tears you struggled to keep at bay came rolling down your cheeks.

_ "Don't look away." his breath fanned over your neck as he demanded huskily but you chose to ignore him, sinking your teeth into your lower lip and bracing yourself for what was coming as you heard him unzip his pants.

Your legs trembled involuntary when he retrieved his long, slick-coated fingers and positioned himself at your entrance.

Usually he would ask if you were ready for him, if you were feeling well, if you wanted him to carry on or to give you more time, but that was in the past, you were no more than strangers now..

_ "Wait, too deep.." broken whines erupted as he eased himself into your core, stretching you around his thickness and sheathing it within your heat.

_ "I can't let you go back to him," he withdrew his hips slowly before plunging against you once more, "I should've never let you go," his tongue darted out to lick a wet stripe over the protruding vein on the side of your neck, "I will make you forget about him," his lips brushed against your quivering jaw, trailing soft kisses along your skin before sucking a perfect red mark where everyone can see.

You wanted to fire back, to curse at him, to ask him to shut up. What gave him the right to decide for you after everything he's done? Wasn't he out with yet another girl? Oh the hypocrisy..

_ "You.." was all you could articulate, whimpering the rest unintelligibly as his thrusts suddenly quickened.

His bruising clutches squeezed your waist tighter, and his eager mouth abused every inch of you he could reach, "mine, you'll always be mine.."

You clawed at his shoulders as warmth started polling in the pit of your stomach, you weren't going to last much longer and neither was he.

_ "keep going.. Shouta.." your voice betrayed you as it finally spoke his name, and it was like feeding a starved dog as his hips started slamming mercilessly against your own.

_ "Again, say my name again." it was more of a plea than an instruction. He sounded desperate, cradling your tear-streaked cheek and tilting your head to face him, he was on the verge of tears himself and you fought the urge to comfort him.

_ "I'm sorry I ruined everything between us," his soft locks fell around his face to tickle your skin as he spoke, and you no longer had the strength to hold back.

You pulled him down for a kiss— unlike the ones you shared earlier, a kiss that reminded you of the happy moments you once had.

Longing moans invaded his mouth as they left your throat, and shaky hands grabbed onto his raven strands as his throbbing cock grazed your insides heavenly.

His hips moved erratically announcing his approaching release, and your lips molded sloppily with his own as your sopping walls squeezed him hard.

_ "Shouta! I'm.." you threw your head back as your body tensed up beneath him, digging your nails into his back while shockwaves of pleasure shook you to the core.

_ "Fuck.." his eyes were on you as he kept moving, guiding you throughout your orgasm until you relaxed at last, and pulling out of your sensitive cunt before ropes of pearly seeds erupted from his raging tip to coat your tummy and mix with the sheen of sweat adorning your skin.

_ "I love you." and it was the first time you hear him say it.

Never in the course of your perished relationship had he ever spoken those words to you, funny how life works, a few months ago you would have given an arm for him to say them, but now that he did, those same words were stabbing mercilessly at your heart.

_ "No! Don't!" you pushed him weakly as you sobbed, wishing to escape his presence, "you can't do this to me!"

He showed no resistance as he moved out of your way, though his trickling tears were too heavy to conceal, still, you chose to ignore them as you wobblily left his bed, picking up the shreds of your soul as well as your dress's, "this was a mistake Shouta, let's not meet again."

You wondered how to get home in your messed up state, but nothing seemed worse than this, and so, you walked out on him, repressing the urge to look back because you knew all too well that doing so, would weaken your resolve.

There he was, alone again, reaping the unbearable pain of his own mistake.

If only he was honest with himself from the beginning, if only he was brave enough to accept his feelings for you instead of running away, if only he could turn back time, if only he hadn't missed his chance..

Was it too late? Was it really over?

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[tang3r1n]

tw; panic attacks, bad self image, implied father/parental issues, bad mental health, self-deprecating thoughts. (reader is implied to be aizawa’s student/hes implied to be a sort of father to them. platonic vibes, but big on physical touch cause it’s my love language)

“my head hurts.”

“take some aspirins then, hon,”

“m’kay,”

aizawa was still nose deep in paperwork, one hand scribbling away on his… less than… academically inclined students, the other softly rubbing your legs spread across his lap. the calluses on his hands felt like sandpaper, but in a nice way, “…your hand feels like a cat tongue.”

“…” he laughs a bit, “…thanks, your legs feel furry,” you scoff and lightly kick him in the gut, causing aizawa to laugh louder, “kidding, kidding,” you lean back down, staring up at the popcorn ceiling above you.

your head feels funny, your nose stopped up, cheeks buzzing and tight. your eyes burned, rubbed raw from crying for the better part of two hours. a heavy sigh was forced upon you, heaving your chest harshly before your breath staccatos out of your lungs rather roughly.

aizawa pats your thigh, tired eyes swiping over to look at you for a moment. you were in the ‘aftershock’ phase of a panic attack, face puffy and flushed, your skin was still stick with tears you didn’t even register falling. he sighed, taking off his glasses and heaving you closer with a grand show of struggle as he groaned and huffed your hips up onto his lap.

you sighed, face numb as he forced you to sit up, your head swimming in the heavy mix of tears and aizawa’s cologne while he wiped at your face. he rubbed away your shiny tears and snot with a soft tissue, patting your back to the rhythm of your heartbeat, “you still feeling it?”

you nod.

“wanna eat something?”

you shake your head ‘no’.

“wanna put something on to watch?” he bends down, grabbing a water and opening it, holding it to your mouth as you take a big gulp. the cold water shocks you, it feels nice.

you shake your head ‘no’, again.

he takes your hands into one of his larger ones, the other still patting your back softly. he starts to rock you two back and forth.

“you’ll be okay,”

you nod, his soft tone makes your nose itch, your throat closes up and your eyes well back up.

“and i’ll be here,”

tears fall slowly, fat and slow as they trail new tracts down your hot skin, burning from the pressure pushed against it.

“every time.” he kisses your forehead, “i’ll always be here for you.”

you start to pant and huff again, chest tight as the tears turn fast and hot. his hand just squeezes yours, still rocking softly, still patting your back in that same rhythm.

“i love you.”

a shrill gasp escapes you, throat burning as air claws down the raw tunnel. you feel loved and it feels awfully warm. sickeningly comforting. it’s terrifying, how softly he handles you, it’s horrifying, how slow he is. you’ve begged for love like this all your life, and now that you have it, you’re petrified he’ll leave, clawing at his sweater, desperate for his warmth, craving his love like the air forcing itself into your deprived body.

but he stays.

he stays, rocking you both, patting your back, aspirin bottle open and knocked to the ground, water spilt all over his younger student’s exams, his ‘old man’ glasses thrown to the floor with your flailing. you’re so ugly, so broken, so jumbled and mixed up and upset and ruined and worthless and sensitive and hungry—

but he stays. he’s there, holding you, breathing for you, feeding you his love, teaspoon at a time, one ‘i love you’ at a time, one aspirin at a time.

#.v speaks #yall it’s been a DAY. #i need a father :( #JK IM FINE #aizawa fluff #aizawa angst #mha fluff #platonic aizawa #dadzawa #mha dadzawa #mha angst #platonic x reader #x chubby reader #mha aizawa #aizawa shota mha #shota aizawa mha #..aizawa #..mha #rating; pg-13

[namjoon-koya]

Hello how are you? can i ask you for an imagine or headcanons please with Aizawa and Hawks if you don't mind where his girlfriend Y/N who is a pro hero (top 10 and with a strong quirk) got in the way during the fight with Stain and the students of UA and was found injured

Aizawa and Hawks finding you injured.

Warning: mentions of panic attacks in Aizawa’s hcs.

Hawks and you were patrolling different areas that night, usually the both of you would share coms so you two could continue to speak with each other. It wasn’t supposed to be different, it was supposed to be the two of you talking about what to do once you guys got back home. He thought to himself as he raced to go find you, the last thing he heard was a muffling sound before you completely cut off.

That’s when he got an alert, for pro-heroes to stay on high alert for a villain killing pro-heroes. Hawks felt a lump in his throat as he rushed to find you, and once he did he almost wanted to cry. Thankfully you were surrounded by other pro-heroes, but he could see the slashes on your arms and few faint ones on your cheek.

He landed quickly a few pro-heroes tried to stop him, but he pushed them aside. Not caring if a few even glared at him for that, he noticed Endeavor was next to you his large hand gently holding onto your wrist almost like if he was trying to find a pulse, he felt his heart sink fuck please no. “She’ll be okay.” Endeavor spoke up “we need to get her to the hospital.” Once endeavor got up away from you, he noticed hawks “you shouldn’t underestimate her, without her the u.a students would’ve gotten hurt.”

Relief settled into him when he realized that you were just exhausted, but still he didn’t like seeing you like this. Endeavor was able to fill hawks in with a few details about the battle, stating Stain’s quirk is able to make people paralyzed temporarily. He stayed with you at the hospital, even if his agency told him he needed to do a task for them he ignored their texts and calls.

Shit do they not understand that YOU got attacked? Hell he’s not leaving your side until you wake up, and once you did Hawks would gently hold onto your hand. Squeezing it a few times and would relax when you would squeeze his back, it was a reassurance to him.

Stain is going to get FUCKED UP, not only for harming his students, but for also harming you. He’s lucky Aizawa wasn’t there to deliver a blow to his face like he did with dabi, Aizawa has always been the type to never show much of his emotions. The only time he did is when he was around you, you could literally kiss the scar on his face and he’d automatically melt into you.

So it was definitely a scary event to the person who had to break the news to Aizawa of you being near the area, in which stain was attacking pro-heroes. Aizawa didn’t hesitate to quickly jump into action and go find you, if you got angry at him then he could handle it. He’d rather not sit there and grade papers knowing you’re somewhere not safe, or probably getting attacked by stain.

Yet once he did find you, his stomach sank. He could see the blood oozing from your arms as you had your back against a brick wall, a few pro-heroes surrounded you as some of them tried to stop the bleeding. Aizawa felt like he failed you, he wasn’t fast enough if he was here sooner he wouldn’t have to see the scene in front of him unfolding. He pushed by and kneeled beside you, he hand gently brushing against your forehead. You only shifted, but didn’t open your eyes.

He felt like he’s going to have a panic attack, how long did it take the ambulance to come?! Once they did arrive and took you to the hospital he didn’t leave your side once, even while he had to be grading school work he waited in the lobby. Until the nurses told him where your room number was, he stayed at your bedside. Only leaving to get coffee from the cafeteria and occasionally food, he didn’t want to leave your side for too long in case you woke up.

When you did wake up, Aizawa would press so many kisses against your face even while you complained about his stubble scratching your face. He was just happy to have you back.

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[skyahri]

There For You |Shota Aizawa X Reader| HC

Pairing: Shota Aizawa X Fem!Reader, past Oboro Shirakumo X Fem!Reader

Summary: Aizawa steps up after Oboro's death, but panics when things get a bit too real.

Warnings: TEEN PREGNANCY! Set one year ahead for story purposes. Mentions of death. Implication of sex, but no actual smut.

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You'd known Oboro your entire life. Your mother's were best friends and had planned their pregnancies, so you were only a few months apart.

You two were close as could be - playing, having sleepovers, and studying together always. When his quirk manifested and yours didn't, he made a promise to always protect you.

When high school came around and you were both accepted to UA (him under the hero course and you in general studies), he kissed you for the first time.

That kiss was just the beginning of a wonderful relationship. He was doting and loving, just as he'd always been, but the connection was deeper now.

In his time at UA, he made great friends, ones that accepted you as a part of the package deal. Your group was a match made in heaven. You were happy he had such a wonderful support system.

You remember how excited he was when he was accepted to the Purple Revolution Agency with Aizawa for his work study. You praised him for his hard work and celebrated that night. If you had known what would've come of it, you'd have begged him to take any other offer.

Shouta was the one to tell you. You'd come home from school to a house full of pros and officers, confused as to what happened. He quickly escorted you outside and explained the day's events to you.

The news of his death was absolutely gut-wrenching, especially since you'd only recently found out you were eight weeks pregnant.

At the time, you'd panicked, horrified of the social repercussions sure to come. But now? Now you were thankful to have something left from him.

"Oboro... asked me to take care of you. Both of you."

Shouta was there from then on. Not that he'd been lacking in presence beforehand, but now he was more dutiful.

He shut down any attempts you made to push him away, assuring you that any support and companionship he provided to you was of his own free will, and not because of any promise he'd made to Oboro before his death. He did make a promise, yes, but even if he hadn't, he'd still probably be here.

Hizashi and Nemuri helped as much as they could, but choosing to be front-line heroes complicated things more than Shouta's underground work.

Once the baby came, a beautiful little girl you'd named Kumori, Shouta's life felt a little less empty.

He'd been so preoccupied with finishing school, starting his career, and supporting you, that he hadn't allowed himself the space to cope with the loss of his best friend. He'd been well aware of the void Oboro had left, but never really paid much mind to it.

But now he felt like didn't need to. Like all the grief had resolved itself and he instantly jumped from denial to acceptance.

Kumori became his pride and joy. He spent all of his free time with you and her. Aside from night patrols and the occasional assignment, he didn't have much going on, making things all the easier for your makeshift family to function.

He took her to the park and played with her. They watched movies together and usually fell asleep halfway through. On days he was busy, he'd always make sure to check in with a text, something you always appreciated.

When she started to talk, her first words were of course 'dada' and directed at him. It stirred up something unsettling with him. He apologized profusely, not realizing that he had inadvertently stolen Oboro's spot in her life.

"Don't be silly, Shouta."

Such a simple response to such an insanely complex situation. He wasn't sure how to take that kind of response or the problem at hand in general, so he decided to take a step back from you two.

That night, when he went home after his patrol, he stayed home. You texted asking where he was and if he was okay, and that only made him spiral more.

What was he doing? Taking Oboro's spot in your life. Raising his child, spending the night with his girlfriend, and having dinner with his parents.

How pathetic.

He didn't go over the next night, or the one after that. Before he knew it, an entire week had passed and he hadn't so much as responded to your messages. He couldn't. Not with the dread and guilt he was feeling.

There was a knock at his door. He looked at the time and groaned; nearly six in the morning. He got up and looked through the peephole, relaxing when he saw Hizashi's bright yellow hair.

"What are you doing here?"

He pushed his way into Shouta's apartment.

"Y/N has been going crazy blowing up our phones. Nemuri and I have tried covering for you, but I think it's time you're honest with me."

Shouta wasn't sure why, but he unloaded onto Hizashi at that moment. He spilled everything uncontrollably in a long, incomprehensible rant. This completely caught Hizashi off guard. H wasn't expecting anything other than an argument to ensue if he was being honest.

Shouta told Hizashi everything. How he practically lived with you, how he raised your daughter, how he felt like he'd taken advantage of such a loss.

It took Hizashi a few minutes to let everything sink in. He was confused at first. The way you and Shouta spoke about your relationship made it seem like he had more of an uncle-type role in Kumori's life. He was surprised to find out he was so involved. Of course, Shouta always claimed to be busy, but he and Nemuri had assumed he was lying to get out of things.

Shouta gave him an expecting look after a few minutes with no response. Hizashi apologized, too caught up in his thoughts to realize he'd totally zoned out.

"I think Oboro would be more upset if he found out you'd abandoned his kid."

"I'm being serious, Mic."

"So am I."

They stared at each other for a moment.

"She thinks I'm her dad. What kind of piece of shit steals their friend's life after he dies, huh?"

"You're crazy if you think like that, dude. Would you prefer she be all alone? Or his kid grow up with out a dad? He asked you to take care of them for a reason."

"It just feels wrong."

A smug smile crept its way onto Hizashi's face.

"You love her, don't you? That's why it feels so wrong."

Aizawa looked at his friend like he was sick in the head.

"What are you on about? Don't be ridiculous."

But the more the thought about it the less ridiculous it sounded.

He loves his life. He loves you and your daughter, something he's well aware of, but now he's questioning what sort of love he held for you two.

He'd never tried to label it before, but now that he was trying to, he found any other type of love to be unfulfilling.

"You need to leave."

He pushed Hizashi out, not leaving any room for him to argue.

Shouta took a breath to calm himself down before grabbing his things and heading out as well.

He made it to your house in record time, relieved to see only your car in the driveway. He knocked on the door and waited patiently.

When you opened it and saw him, you quickly reached out and pulled him in for a hug. He returned the gesture, holding you tighter than he had before. After a moment, you pulled away, and promptly punched him square in the chest.

"Where the Hell have you been?!"

Just like he did with Hizashi, he told you everything. All the thoughts and feelings that had been eating at him this past week, the guilt and anxiety that plagued him, and what Hizashi had said.

"When Oboro told me to look after you, I don't think this is what he meant."

"Believe it or not, we actually talked about this before he died."

Shouta looked at you bewildered.

"Not this specifically, Shouta," you laughed, "He told me if he ever died, he would want me to continue living. I think he'd be happy for all of us."

Oboro knew there was significant risk in his line of work. He didn't expect to die so young, of course, but it's all the same. He would hate for you to never love again. To be all alone in the world or lose all ambition.

"Please, never let my death be the end of you."

His words always lingered in your head. It's why you never felt any type of way about Shouta's involvement in your and your daughter's lives. It made you happy, and that's all anyone could ask for.

"So... what does this mean for us?"

You weren't sure how he'd take the question. He didn't seem too content with whatever it was racing through his head.

Shouta leaned forward and kissed you. When you leaned in and responded, he grew more confident. He put his hands on your face and you bunched yours in his shirt. He pulled away and looked at you.

"I think he was right. I think... I do love you."

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[call-me-copycat]

Hey! Idk if you still write fics but if you do. Could you please write about Aizawa having a daughter who selfharms, but he didnt knew until one day he entered to her room and find her doing it?.

Its kind of an emergency so i would really apreciate if you wrote it 🩷

Hi! I'm really sorry for the slight delay, I've been bouncing between school during the day and work at night, so even though I saw your ask I couldn't physically write it due to exhaustion (⑉ ᷄ ⌳ ᷅ )ก

That being said, even though it's been a couple days I didn't want to leave you hanging! I got some rest and wrote as much as I could in one sitting!

I really do hope this helps, feel free to message me anytime if you need to vent or such ₍ᐢ‥ᐢ₎ ♡

What I Owe To You

*I listened to this on loop while writing*

➤ Welcome - Introduction and Request Rules (Requests are open + Some info about me)

▶ Characters: Just Aizawa and Reader

▶ Genre: Comfort + Slight Angst

▶ Summary: As the ask states

▶ Word Count: 2925

▶ WARNINGS:

- Self harm

- Depressive thoughts

- Overall lots of angst

Please don't read if any of this makes you uncomfortable!

The cycle always went on.

At this point you were afraid of what was to happen next. At the same time, the thought was pushed away by the constant emptiness that filled you through. The sticky tar-like hands of this unknown void ravaged your mind, shredding it apart piece by piece.

Leaving you constantly feeling... Hollow. It was difficult to describe it as anything else.

You walked to school everyday and went to your classes. You sat next to your classmates as they animatedly discussed the usual topics of training and what to do after school.

On the weekends, you slept. Sometimes went shopping with your father. Maybe you'd get visited by your Uncle Mic, other times you'd train.

There wasn't much variety. It was suffocating. These feelings had no place to spawn from, as your life wasn't much different from everyone else's. There didn't seem to be a reason, for all you knew. But it was there, no doubt about it. It made itself known.

-

It was a usual Friday night. You had completed all your classes and had the weekend to yourself. It felt pointless, there wasn't much to do. Nor did you have the energy for anything either.

Sitting in your room, you jumped a bit at the unexpected knock on your door. You had been gazing out of your bedroom window for who knew how long, zoning out as far from your mind as you could. You vaguely remembered that a storm was to come soon.

"Dinnertime. Wash up and come to the table when you're ready."

Your father's voice never failed to comfort you, and in a way he was one of the main beacons of light in your dark and foggy world. An unchanging pillar of strength, he held on tight to your cracking mind.

Slowly, tiredly, you made your way out of your room. As you passed by Aizawa, he couldn't help but sigh in response to your barely-there smile at him. You had a habit of doing that, possibly to keep him from worrying.

Truth be told, Aizawa always worried about you. Ever since you were young, he was on guard every second, trying to keep you from falling and scraping your knees, to keeping an eye on you during training.

Though recently, he had noticed some... changes. Your eyes began to grow dull, and their usual energy faded with each passing day. The bags under them grew more prominent, and in turn your hair began to be left more of a mess. Slowly, little things were building up, and he couldn't tell why.

It worried him sick, since the only thing he had in mind for you was for you to be happy and safe. Seeing your condition worsen with each day made him nauseous, as it was the last place he wanted you to be at. He wanted to help you, the best he could.

So that's why before you even sat down to eat, he began to question you.

"Are you feeling okay, [Name?]"

Truth be told, he knew you'd say you were fine. He just needed to soothe his frantic mind.

Looking up at him, you gave him another smile. He couldn't help but grimace at how forced it looked.

"Oh, of course I'm fine." You clenched your jaw at how unenthusiastic you sounded, but it would have to do.

Aizawa only felt uneasy. Too many things added up and gave him a weird taste in his mouth to leave it at that.

"Look at me, [Name]."

The unusual tone of his voice brought you out of your foggy state of mind as you looked up at him fully. Once you met his eyes properly, Aizawa took notice of the... Saddened expression that filled yours. He knew someone was wrong, but it was being covered.

"You'd tell me if something was wrong, right?"

He needed to know if you trusted him. He needed to be the one person you trusted in life. This was all or nothing.

Your eyes went wide for a split second as your breath hitched, but you quickly shook it off. His bluntness was what caught you off guard.

"Really, it's nothing Papa." You tried smiling once more, raising a hand out a bit in an attempt to calm him. You knew it was a pitiful attempt, but you didn't have the energy to make it convincing. Alongside that, Aizawa was generally a very tough man to fool. It'd take a lot to actually pass anything through him.

Aizawa's eyes narrowed in response as he saw your reaction to his question. Your body language indicated how uncomfortable you were, and he didn't want to push you too far past your limits.

It was tough, but he decided to give it up in the end and hope you'd come to him whenever you were ready. You always shared everything with him since you were young, and he had gained a large amount of trust over you in turn.

-

Dinner was eaten in silence, and as soon as it was over you bid your father a goodnight before heading off to your room.

Aizawa stayed seated at the kitchen table as he watched you walk off, wondering what was happening to his child. He couldn't bear the thought of you struggling with something alone. He had been there your whole life to help you get through everything you passed by, so why weren't you letting him in now?

After much deliberation, he got up from his spot at the table and made his way to your room. He needed to finish this conversation, and he needed to know what was going on. His mind had been sprawled all over the place for the last few months, as he'd been observant enough to catch on to the smallest changes you went through. Seeing you go into such a decline was like a punch straight through to his heart.

His mind was in such a haze that he threw open your door without second thought, seeing as he normally takes care to knock first. The room was pitch black, but based off of the startled gasp that came from you and the clanging of metal hitting the ground, Aizawa felt his blood freeze in fear.

Quickly flipping on the light, his eyes widened at the site that laid in front of him. You didn't have any time to cover yourself, so Aizawa saw it all.

The bandages laid out.

The blades.

And most importantly, your cuts.

You felt your eyes water at the expression on your father's face, guilt and self-loathing bleeding into your mind.

Aizawa was stuck in shock for a moment. It felt as though all time was warped as he saw what was his worst nightmare laid out in front of him. He was quickly snapped back to reality at the sound of your sobs that echoed throughout the room.

He swiftly made his way towards you from across your room, and in one smooth movement he pulled you into his lap, hugging you tightly to himself.

He had known something was wrong, felt it deep in his heart, but he didn't realize how serious it truly was. His heart ached for you as his grip only grew tighter around you. Aizawa didn't want you to hide these things from him, and in a way, he felt disappointed at your lack of trust towards him. All his disappointment and anger quickly dissipated, leaving him to face his worry and guilt.

"[Name]..."

He could hear his voice tremble, but couldn't care less.

"Why? I-" He was stuck in shock. It was something he never thought he'd run into. Looking down at you, his worry for your well-being grew tenfold, but he gathered the willpower to overcome the sudden surge of emotions he was feeling.

"I want... I need you to promise me you'll never harm yourself again," He looked down at you, cradled in his arms, "I don't think I could ever bear the pain of losing you..."

He knew this was only one step of many. That it doesn't start like this. That it grows. Although he couldn't pinpoint what might've started it, he at least needed to confirm you'd be safe. He just needed this one thing to give his already worn heart a little bit of ease.

You couldn't help but recoil a bit, bringing your arms to hug your torso. As much as you wanted it to be that easy, as much as you wanted to tell your father 'okay!', you knew it wouldn't be done so fast. And in a way, that only worsened your resentment towards yourself.

"I... don't know if I can.." You avoided his gaze as you faced the ground, hating how saddened he was and much rather preferring him to be angry. It'd lessen the guilt a little bit, at least.

He needed something.

"[Name]... I can't make you promise me you'll be able to stop right away. That's foolish to believe." Heaving out a sigh, he put a hand atop your head. "But I just need you to know that I'd be devastated without you. I can truly say from the bottom of my heart, I'd never be able to live a normal life again if you were gone."

Looking up into his eyes, you saw a heaviness that swirled in them. This was coming from a man who had seen it all - numerous deaths in ways he wished he could unsee.

You hadn't realized just how much you meant to him. It never popped up in your head. The all-consuming void had blocked any sensibility or logic from getting to you, and the more you thought about it, the more you realized just how much it would affect your father. He always told you your pain was his to deal with too.

Settling your face in the crook of his neck so you wouldn't have to see the hurt in his eyes anymore, you tried your best to explain everything to him.

"It feels..." Closing your eyes, you tried imagining everything that has built up. "Like I'm running a race, yet getting nowhere. That everything I do has no effect... I'm tired."

You stayed silent as you felt your father put a hand on the back of your head. Aizawa watched as you carefully pieced your words together, and saw the true effect of everything you had been dealing with. His heart ached to relieve you of your pain, his fatherly instincts screaming at him to help save his child.

"[Name]." His grip on you tightened ever so slightly. "I want you to get this through your head, alright? You are not a failure. You're going through a lot, and it's weighing down on you. And I understand you're under a lot of pressure, but-"

Aizawa was cut off when he began to choke up, the thoughts too much for him to bear. As much as he tried to keep his composure for your sake, his walls were beginning to crack.

You heard your father pause and looked up at him, only to be brought into shock at the sight of your normally stoic father tearing up. You felt ashamed for forgetting about his pain, tearing up once more at the guilt that ravaged your mind.

He could see how surprised you were, but he couldn't help it. He always struggled to contain himself when it came to you, especially whenever you were hurt. He hated seeing you in pain.

"Do you have any idea what it would do to me if I lost you? I- ... [Name], if anything happened to you, I don't know what I'd do anymore, I'd-"

He truly couldn't help it. All that Aizawa wanted was for you to be happy. Seeing you in so much agony... seeing your only escape being to harm yourself... He felt that he lost a part of himself.

You cried out loud this time, seeing your father so torn over you. It was heartbreaking, but oddly soothing at the same time. To have someone to deeply care about you that they felt intertwined with you. He cared.

You could feel his arms engulfing you, and you allowed yourself to be swallowed in his hold. It was warm and soothing... A stark contrast to the cold you constantly couldn't escape from.

As he held you, Aizawa couldn't help but be more shocked at himself than anyone. He normally was able to easily retain his composure, so as he felt tears flowing down his face he couldn't help but stiffen. Quickly getting over it, he held you close. The room gradually began to get quieter, the both of your emotions slowing down.

You couldn't help but feel... Secure. It was a stark contrast to the constant void you felt. You felt... Warm.

Yeah, warm.

It was a nice feeling.

Closing your eyes, you finally allowed your body to relax. Aizawa rubbed your back as he gently rocked back and forth.

"I just want you to breath. Don't think about anything else."

Following his word, you kept your eyes closed and settled your breathing. You quickly noticed how much easier it was to think this way. Nothing else was getting in the way, no unwanted thoughts or fears, and you felt safe. Safe and comfortable.

The world around you normally was so chaotic. It seemed everyone was in a rush, always somewhere to be. You couldn't have time to yourself either, constantly getting pushed to and fro. There never seemed to be a place to stop. Nowhere to rest. An unchanging race.

But here you were. The world has stopped, giving you a break you so badly needed. You couldn't describe it, but such a simple hug from your father seemed to dull everything that pained you.

"I understand what it's like."

Aizawa would be lying if he said he was never in your place before. Too many nights he was kept up, worrying about working on himself. Scared of the changing future. Feeling like nothing was changing for him while the world moved on. It was isolating.

Over the years, he got better. The world's rush blurred to background noise, and he learned to appreciate his own speed in life. It was his own life he was living, after all.

Looking down at you, he saw a mirror image of himself.

"Y'know, it's not fair..." You looked up at him as he brushed away a lone tear from your cheek with the pad of his thumb. "You allow me to laugh with you in your happiest moments... So why do you lock me out when you're at your lowest?"

You had never heard it phrased like that before. You did enjoy having him around whenever you had something good to share. Whenever you were proud, or amazed, or just plain happy. But you understood, he wanted to be a part of it all. Every smile... And every tear.

Your voice couldn't find you, but Aizawa didn't mind. To you, he was always a hand outstretched. A guide to help you through the fog and the dark. It made the terrifying a little less daunting.

"Please talk to me when you can. Tell me whatever you'd like, I just want to know how you're feeling."

You nodded, looking at him directly. Your heart rate had gone down significantly, and you didn't know how much time had passed. If you listened carefully, you could hear the distance rumble of an oncoming storm, thunder booming on the horizon.

There was a pregnant pause before he started once more.

"Tomorrow, we'll need to get your injuries looked over-"

Seeing a look of fear cross your expression, he was quick to calm you.

"I'll be with you. The entire time. You won't have to deal with living life alone. I understand it's frightening to look at, but let me hold some of the weight you own."

You watched as Aizawa stretched out his hand, offering it to you. Looking at it, you thought back to all the times he'd helped you in the past. Every time he's offered his hand out to you.

All the times you were too scared to cross the road when you were little. Every time you felt too suffocated by the number of people surrounding you. Or even when it was just the two of you, silently walking home together in the warm afternoon sun.

He always offered you support, for every little thing life had to throw at you. Aizawa's expression softened when you gently put your hand in his, no hesitation in your movements.

Clasping his fingers over yours, you saw how your hands intertwined. And you realized, he was always there to take some of the pain from you - acting like he was a part of you.

"You get it now, huh?" Looking up into his eyes one more time, you thought you saw a sparkle in them. "Whenever you bring pain to yourself," He squeezed your hand a little tighter, "you're hurting me right alongside with you. I need you in one piece, kid."

You breathed out, everything a little clearer now. There was so much more to do. So much to go through. It was a formidable thought.

But as you looked up into your father's eyes and as you felt his hand in yours, you realized;

You weren't alone.

You really did owe him the world.

During my lowest moments, Aizawa was always a huge character I relied on to get me through it. I will always write comfort for him to anyone who asks.

I hope you have a lovely day, and I hope things get just a little easier for you, you definitely deserve it (*´艸`)ﾌﾌﾌｯ♡

➜ Please let me know if I missed any warnings/triggers in the tags or in the opening!

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[pearl-blue-musings]

Oh, bby girl. You can choose whoever you want for me, you know me best! I didn't know you wrote for Aizawa until now so...maybe???

-🌸

👀👀 how have i NOT shared my love of aizawa with you all????

Slight manga spoilers yee been warned

Pairing: Aizawa Shouta x reader

You’re shaken from your sleep when you hear the sound of metal against tile. Following that is the sound of grunting and panting. You turn over to where your lover is supposed to be and see it empty, the sheets being illuminated by the light of the bathroom. You push yourself out of bed and slip on your slippers, grabbing a robe and tying it around your waist. You trudge over to the door and push it open slightly.

“Sho? What’s going on?”

You put your hand on his shoulder as he sits on the closed toilet. Your voice is laced with tiredness and concern. Aizawa places his head in his hands as his shoulders shudder. You move to kneel in front of him, placing your hands on his knees to steady yourself. The metal under your hand feels colder than usual to the touch, curling your fingers on it to feel something. Clear warm liquid falls onto the metal of his leg causing you to perk your head up. You coo a bit and pull his hands away from his face. Your hands cup his face, your thumb rubbing close to his eyepatch, a comforting move he’s grown to love.

Aizawa grabs at your wrists and lets himself silently cry. He presses your forehead to his in order to truly capture himself in the present moment, in you. You hear his voice tremble and his breath catch in his throat. When he finally manages to speak, you hear his voice crackle in his throat. “I saw…”

You rub at his skin and finish his thought. “Oboro?”

He nods and holds onto you tighter. Ever since he’s returned from the hardest fought and endured battle, your lover hasn’t been the same. This is the third time this week he’s woken up in the middle of the night. But this is the worst nightmare he’s had. Aizawa’s voice and resolve is almost gone, broken just like his own voice. “This time,” he starts, “this time they took Hizashi. Oboro was still Kurogiri and was recognizable. He knew what he was doing and I couldn’t stop him.” You feel his breathing gets shallow and his body shake as he continues. All the while you’re giving him comforting touches on his skin.

“He hurt you,” his voice gives out finally. Tears fall down his cheek as the dream plays in his head once more. “Oboro hurt you and I couldn’t stop it.” Aizawa lifts his head from his hands to hold your gaze. He gently cups your face and you lean into his touch. “The people I love most always end up hurt or worse.

“Leave me. Before you end up hurt or die because you’re associated with me.”

Your eyes widen as a tear escapes. You’ve heard him cry and bare his emotions in front of you, but this is something completely new to you. What he saw in his nightmare was hell on earth. All his loved ones and reasons for being were turned against him, hurt, or killed all because of him. The bags under his eyes weren’t just from physical exhaustion, but also emotional and mental exhaustion. He’s been holding on to so much and it all manifests in his dreams, reliving and creating the worst scenarios imaginable.

You stand up and bring him to rest in his feet. Aizawa follows your movements and once he’s standing, he lowers his head to the juncture of your neck. His hands wrap around your waist as he pulls you in, crying into your warm skin. “It’s okay,” you whisper in his ear. “I’m right here…” Your voice is a soothing mantra as the two of you sway to the music of your hearts. His body is taut against yours yet it molds to yours perfectly. You run your hands in his hair, scratching at his scalp.

You’re not sure how long the two of you have been standing in the bathroom, the buzz of the lights and ticking of the clock the only sounds you hear aside from his light sniffles. When you feel him stop swaying, you pull away and look up into his eyes, tinted red from crying and sleepiness. His breathing is slow and heavy as he lays his forehead against yours. You brush your nose against his, smelling him and curling your fingers into his skin. You speak up gently, “you did not deserve what happened to you, okay? Those things happened and they weren’t your fault.” You pause to kiss his nose as he shudders. “I am here, Hizashi is a few doors down, and Oboro is being rehabilitated.

“You’re safe. We are safe, and I’m not going anywhere. I love you too damn much.”

Aizawa let’s out a calming breath, interlocking his fingers with yours. He pecks your lips a couple times over, finally coming to peace. You give him a calm smile and rub your hand up his arm. “Shall we get some sleep?” He nods and lets you pull you to bed. You lift the sheets and drag him in. He falls to side and you face him, intertwining your legs together as your arm rests on his waist. You watch him fall asleep calmly, your fingers playing with his hair as soft snores leave his lips, hopefully dreaming of happier times.

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[lone-wolf-nergiganos]

Anyways my idea was male reader is a student at ua and his father is really abusive and one day his sleeve comes up and aizawa sees it and asks to talk to him after class. And maybe he calls cps. Anyway sorry for asking so late. And could it be a one shot? (I’m so smart I used copy and paste!!)

Sure, request approved.

Aizawa X Abused! Student Male Reader

This morning wasn't the best morning for you, because you had to deal with your father, who is unfortunately abusive to you before going to school. You aren't the only target however, because your mother has to deal with the constant abuse your father inflicts upon you as well. She tried and still tries her best to get a divorce, but she is under the influence of your father's manipulation to the point where she can't do anything until the right moment.

You didn't talked about this long term situation to anyone, not even to your friends. You try so hard to pretend that you are living a good life, but deep down you just wish you could get out of the hell your father puts you and your mother in.

You were currently in your classroom while completing assignments for your teacher, Aizawa. You were sitting in the front row so it's easy for Aizawa to see what you are doing. You then began to notice that Aizawa is staring right at you, you were confused at first but you soon realized why he was staring at you. One of your sleeves were up, but that wasn't the only thing that worried you, it was the exposed bruises and scars from your father.

Aizawa quickly got up before walking up to you, you covered your bruised arm to hide it from him, but you knew it was too late at this point. "Y/N, do you want to talk about something?" Aizawa asked while whispering, you nodded while looking away.

After that you two walked out of the classroom before Aizawa asked you, "what happened to your arm Y/N?" You looked away before saying, "It's nothing Mr. Aizawa, I tripped while walking to school." He didn't believed this, "I know this isn't true Y/N, please be honest with me." You looked at him while trying to hold back your tears, "it's about my dad," you confessed.

"What about your dad?" Aizawa asked even more concerned, you continued to hold back your tears but couldn't hold back any longer. You mustered up all the courage to answer the question truthfully while crying profusely, "he's abusive, he's the reason why I have all of these bruises and scars on my arm!" You yelled while still crying, Aizawa hugged you tightly before saying, "don't worry Y/N, we'll put an end to this, I promise." You hugged him back before saying, "really?" "Yes Y/N, you don't deserve to have a father like that, you deserve a better one."

After he said that, you felt like all of the weight you've been carrying for most of your life has finally lifted. "Thanks for being honest with me Y/N, I promise I will help you get through this no matter what," Aizawa said. "Okay, thanks for helping me Mr. Aizawa," said while smiling slightly. After that you two went back in the classroom before it ended.

After getting done with school you walked back home only to see police cars in the front yard of your house, you were very confused at first but you realized why they were there. You saw your father being taken to one of the police cars while in handcuffs. After witnessing this scene, you felt free, free from the abuse that you thought would never end.

It didn't took long for you and your mother to finally press charges on him for everything he has done, and the divorce was easy and swift for your mother. Now the pitiful excuse of a father is finally behind bars and will remain there until he dies. Since then you thanked Aizawa for helping you get out of the seemingly neverending hell you've endured for too long.

Years had passed since then, and Aizawa and your mother even started dating before eventually getting married. He may not be your actual father, but he would always prove that he cares for you and your mother and would be there for you when times get hard.

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[sundeathh]

aizawa with a younger sister in his class and they dont get along well? maybe some angst of some sort?? Thank youuu <333

Here you go, I hope you enjoy it. I added some angst but only after finishing it I realized I also made it oddly comforting.

Family Ties

Head-canon  |  Masterlist 

Pairing: Brother!Aizawa × Sister!Reader

Fandom: BNHA | MHA  | Words: 950

The air in Class 1-A was tense as Shota Aizawa, known for his stern demeanor, navigated through the students, making sure to keep a watchful eye on each of them. His younger sister, though, happened to be in the same class. And unfortunately, your relationship had always been strained.

One day, during a particularly challenging training session, Aizawa's patience wore thin. He singled you out for your lack of focus and commitment.

"You there," he barked, his eyes narrowing in on you. "This is not a game. Your lack of attention could cost lives in a real battle. Shape up or you won't last a day in the hero world."

You bit back a retort, the frustration evident in your eyes. Aizawa's scolding wasn't just about your performance; it was a reflection of the strained dynamic between you two. The weight of his expectations hung heavy in the air.

After the class ended, Aizawa approached you, his expression a mix of concern and frustration, though you only took in the frustrated part. "You're not taking this seriously." He started. "You have potential, but you need to focus. Heroics is not a path for the careless."

You resisted the urge to snap back, his words hanging in the air as a silent agreement of the unresolved issues between you and your brother. Shota sighed, running a hand over his face. He wasn't satisfied with your silence, as if he wanted some kind of acknowledgement from you.

Then, when all of your retorts to his scolding gave space to silence, Aizawa grew frustrated enough to finally adress the root issue.

During classes, Aizawa glanced your way several times, catching glimpses of the familiar scowl that mirrored his own. You avoided eye contact, burying yourself in your schoolwork every time. The tension between you and your brother had become a constant undercurrent.

A few days later, Aizawa lingered after class, hoping for a chance to address the underlying issues that had become a rule in your lives.

As the last student filed out, he sighed and spoke, facing you. "We need to talk."

You rolled your eyes, not in the mood for another lecture so soon. "What now? You gonna tell me how to stand properly or criticize my skills again?"

Shota's expression remained stoic. "This isn't about you. It's about us. We're family, and I don't want our relationship to be this way forever."

You scoffed, crossing your arms. "Well, maybe if you weren't so obsessed with your work, we could actually have a normal conversation."

Aizawa's gaze softened, a hint of regret in his eyes. "I know I'm not the best brother. I'm not good at expressing myself either. But I care about you. I just... I have a responsibility to these students, to be the best hero and teacher I can be."

You glanced away, a mix of frustration and hurt weighing on your heart. "So, that's it? Your hero duties are more important than your own family?"

He raised an eyebrow before proceeding, his voice quieter. "No, it's not that simple. But I need you to understand the choices I've made. I want you to be proud of your big brother."

You scoffed again, but this time, there was a glimmer of understanding in your eyes, though you didn't adress it with words. "Proud? How can I be proud when I feel like I barely know you?"

Aizawa sighed, running a hand through his disheveled hair. "Maybe we can work on that. It's not going to change overnight, but I want to try."

Over the following weeks, Aizawa made a conscious effort to spend more time with you outside of class. Whether it was grabbing a quick meal or attending a local hero event together, the rigid walls between you began to crack.

Eventually, he even proposed training together, a mix of combat and quirk exercises. Despite the initial resistance, you found a common ground in your shared abilities. Slowly, you began to see a different side of your brother – not just the hero, but the person.

Attempting to normalize family interactions, Aizawa would invite you over for dinner sometimes. The awkwardness was always palpable, but the efforts didn't go unnoticed. It was a small step towards bridging the gap between your worlds.

As the months passed, Aizawa and you shared more moments together. Some were strained, others surprisingly pleasant.

One day, during a quiet moment, you looked at him and said, finally acknowledging his efforts. "You're doing your best, aren't you?" And for the first time, a genuine smile graced your face in front of him when he nodded.

As time went on, the sibling relationship between the both of you evolved. There were still disagreements, but the unspoken understanding grew stronger each day. Aizawa focused on learning how to balance his hero duties with family, and you slowly learned to appreciate the complexities of his world just as well.

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[aliveinacoffin]

Request

Hi I was thinking if you could do aizawa having a sibling or daughter. Like a younger sister or daughter who he teaches and do some type of angst with them. Like him not paying much attention to her or she’s caught doing something (like smoking,drugs). Something like that. Thank you☺️

Ofc! This seems so sad, idk if you wanted angst and comfort so I just made it angst/no comfort 😭

My Own Mirror

I don't know if you wanted this to be a reader insert so I decided to just make it third person and give the little guy a nickname. as always, should be around 1k words!

TW for w33d smoking, mention of eating problems, mentions of childhood abuse, mentions of parent death, and suicidal ideations.

The cold bitter air was a grounding feeling on the young woman's flesh. Her fingers curled around the blunt she had, the smoke disappearing into the night air. The pleasant haze was soon to take over her mind, something to finally take the stress away from her life.

The headache she had from her too tight ponytail or from the lack of water and food or from her classes.

Her life was already shit enough, with shit parents and an even shittier school experience. Her quirk gave her no physical advantages at all. Her strength, smarts, and speeds were purely human. The only thing she could rely on was her absolutely atomic quirk.

When she makes skin-to-skin contact with a quirk user, she can paralyze them for up to twenty minutes if she really tried. For non-quirk users, it was up to ten. Which was great since the victim had no option but to stay frozen in that same exact spot, but horrid when you realize that most heroes and villains had some sort of superhuman ability.

The raven haired girls spiraling thoughts stopped when her mind fully succumbed to the familiar haze of her old friend. Sighing, she put out the rest of her blunt and flicked off the tiny piece that was left. She watched it fling across U.A grounds, landing on the perfectly manicured lawn. She turned back to her room, locking the door behind her.

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"Now, I will make this clear since there was evidence of smoking on school grounds. Smoking, of any kind, is absolutely prohibited. If you are caught even within 50 feet of a cigarette butt, it's automatic expulsion." Aizawa Shouta's voice was clear and stern.

His dark eyes scanned the room of young future heros, spending equal time looking at each one. When his black eyes matched with golden ones, he quickly looked away.

The young woman had to keep the hair on her body from becoming hard points that gravitated towards the ground.

"Now, on with the assignment for the day." The cold teacher turned towards the chalkboard and started to write whatever hero ethics problems they had.

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"Aizawa-sensei, I was wondering if you could help me with this problem." Her voice rang out, just as monotone as his.

Shouta sighed, looking up at the younger version of him through tired eyes. Even though Aizawa was a common last name, it was hard to deny the fact that the young girl wasn't related to him. They had the same dark hair, the same dry humor, their looks were almost identical, and their quirks were only offshoots of the other. Even their eyes were the same, both of them turning a beautiful golden hue when they used their quirks.

Though, of course, many people were wrong in their assumptions. Most people thought that she was the older man's child. Thus, many affectionately gave her the title 'Little 'zawa' truly, a creative breakthough.

In truth, she was his younger sister. Way, younger sister. Even though both of them had been accidents, something both their parents had constantly reminded both, she was even more of a mistake than Shouta.

Still, his mini me shuffled closer to his desk, awkwardness filling her entire body. He had been thirteen when she was born, already going through puberty, and was ready to get out of the house when she had been born. To say they never had a good relationship was an understatement. The loss of his friend only estranged the two of them more.

"Make this quick, I have lots of papers to grade." Aizawa was blunt and to the point. Barely giving her a second glance as he went back to scratching off red marks on poor students' hard work.

Resentment filled her once again, anger curling up fast and hot in her. He had always made it clear that the two of them weren't close, that they had no personal relationship except matching parentage and had the unfortunate to end up in the same class.

"I was just struggling to understand question nine, and I needed further clarifying-" She started, trying to keep her brows from furrowing.

"I explained that in class, weren't you paying attention? I don't have the time to explain myself twice for everything I say." He was exasperated, simply put off by the entire interaction.

"It's just one question. Would it kill you to just talk to me?" Anger got the better of her, and the assignment she had crinkled under her fist. She moved to try and put herself in his line of vision and slammed her hands on top of his desk. "Are you that ashamed of me?"

In a quick movement, Shouta stood up to his towering height over the girl, eyes dark and mouth set in a harsh frown. "That's no way to speak to your teacher. Now you should leave before I give you detention." He had one hand on the armrest of his rolly chair, clenching the poor handle with all his might.

She glared at him, mirroring his expression before she started to blink away the rapidly forming hot tears. She made a quick turn on her heel, wadding up the assignment before chucking it into the trash bin by the door. "Thanks for the help, sensei!" Her angry voice yelled out to him as she disappeared down the hallway.

Aizawa sighed deeply, collapsing onto the chair and holding his aching head in his hands.

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Just as always, the sunset makes way for the moon to rise. The stars were no longer covered in the bright light of the sun, constellations, and milky ways soon were revealed in the dark night sky.

And just as always, little 'zawa found herself back on her balcony. She had some comfort with the makeshift overhead and the sheen blanket she had set up around it.

The remnants of her current activity lay around, little flakes of her weed staying untouched on her metal tray, her grinder next to it. Little sheets for her blunts gently swaying in the light breeze.

The only thing that gave herself away to anyone else was the smoke that occasionally bloomed up in the air.

Playing on her phone, her blunt fingernails tap tap tapping in the quiet night, sporadically inhaling her cure-all. She failed to notice the dark figure standing on her balcony.

Someone loudly cleared their throat, loudly and obnoxiously.

The sounds startled the girl, and panic seized her so badly that she dropped her phone and her blunt. Her head snapped with wide eyes finding the source of her interruption.

"Shit."

"That's all you have to say for yourself?" Aizawa said simply, face set in a disappointed scowl.

At those words, something in the girl's mind snapped, like a rubber band finally giving up after being stretched and forced too far.

"What else could I say? You won't listen to me either way, you hardly even spare a glance my way! When Mom died, you weren't even there. I had to sort her will all by myself, I had to plan her own funeral, and you left me to deal with Dad. You left me all alone, Shouta, do you even know who I am?" She sobbed, fat crocodile tears rolling down her face while her hands painfully clutched at her beating heart. Her hot face scrunched up at her older brother's form. "The only way I feel normal, where I don't want to just jump off a bridge is by getting fucked up."

There was a beat of silence, only the sounds of the youngest Aizawas crying could be heard.

"I'm sorry I was born and I'm sorry I ever came into your life." She said quietly, voice horse and barely above a whisper.

She looked up at her teacher, her older brother, a stranger through teary eyes.

The whole time Shouta had just been staring at her with an icy stare, "No, I have no idea who you are." He said, shoulders drooping, his eyes fluttering as he looked away.

Almost ashamed.

#my hero academia #aizawa shouta #shota aizawa #mha #mha fanfiction #mha angst #aizawa angst #im literally sobbing #shes not even a real character or fully fleshed out one #but i need them to be happy #shes just his little mini me

[eris-snow]

Hi I was thinking if you could do aizawa having a sibling or daughter. Like a younger sister or daughter who he teaches and do some type of angst with them. Like him not paying much attention to her or she’s caught doing something (like smoking,drugs). Something like that. Thank you ❤️

I’m not comfortable writing any mentions about underage smoking or drinking (cause I assume that she's still in high school when this scene occurs) but I’ll try to make it up by making y/n kind of ‘bad girl’ ish!

I don't condone underage smoking or underage drinking. Please take care of your body :D

Note for the requester below!

Tags: daughter!yn, Aizawa, angst

“So, mind explaining what that was?” Aizawa asks, sighing as he pinches the bridge of his nose as he closes his room door in the dorms of Class A.

You think it's ironic because, even as his daughter, you’ve only seen this place once.

Your arms are littered with scars, a nasty bruise already forming on your cheek at where you’ve been punched. It throbs, sure, but it's nothing compared to your father's words.

No, his words are a knife to the chest. They’d make your heart bleed so much more than any quirk every could.

“Don’t want to,” You grouse, shrugging of your school bag. It lands on the ground with a loud thud as you try to reach for the door handle. A hand shoots out to grab yours firmly, making you freeze in your spot.

“May be I should have rephrased my statement,” Your father growls. “Tell me what happened, Y/n.”

His grip is controlled, gentle but firm in a way that makes you want to scoff. So he only cares now, when you kick up a fuss.

How flippant.

And yet, a small part of your mind still cowers at Aizawa’s anger. Your father’s icy wrath can be as cold as a snowstorm or as explosive as Bakugou, and you’re already anticipating and analyzing different ways you could mould yourself back into the person he wants you to be.

Pathetic.

“Nothing happened,” You mutter, not daring to move. “All I did was lose control a little, that’s all—”

“You picked a fight with my student, Y/n!” Aizawa raised his voice, causing tears to prickle your eyes. “Bakugou’s a ticking time bomb that blows up every 10 minutes. You know that, and you still did it! If it weren’t for Midoriya’s quick thinking to get me, you could have been seriously hurt!”

And that’s when it snaps.

“Your s-stu—” You break off, jerking your hand away from his. Your father’s eyes narrow, about to snap again— “Your daughter lost control of her quirk, Dad! Your daughter! Why is it you still care about your own goddamn students over me?”

Aizawa’s eyes widen, fury snuffing out. “Y/n—”

“NO!” You yell, shaking with emotion. “I’ve listened and watched for my whole fucking life. It’s my turn.”

Aizawa opens his mouth, but the minute tears spill from your eyes and a sob escapes your mouth, he presses his lips into a tight line.

“Your students have always been the priority. Ever since day one, you’d throw yourself in front of a villain crime lord to save them when I didn’t know if you’d even spend my birthday with me each year.” You bite your lip, trembling as the word vomit finally spews from your lips. You can’t stop it, and it just keeps coming and coming because now that the lid is off, the words bubble over like a volcano.

“Do you know what everyone in Class B says?” You grit your teeth, clenching your dirt-ridden shirt with your fingernails digging into your skin. The tears burn hot like magma, and you can’t stop yourself from choking the next few lines out. “They’ve labelled you the second father of Class A, Dad! Did you know that?”

A bitter laugh wrenches itself out of your lips, and you’re pretty sure your skin is bleeding at how tightly you’re clenching your shirt. “Am I not your daughter, Dad? Am I not important now that Mum’s gone?”

“I loved your mother—”

“But do you love me?” you sob out.

The question causes Aizawa’s heart to plummet faster than a ten-pound bowling ball. Your voice is so small, so uncertain, and it makes Aizawa’s heartache. Do you-do you seriously think that? That he didn’t love you?

His hesitation was a fatal mistake, because for the first time in a long while, you look up to him with defiance in your eyes. You’d always been a good child, Aizawa had taught you well, after all. But this? Your eyes were hard, stone cold, and it makes Aizawa stop short.

“That’s what I thought.” You curl into yourself with a small choke, hands finding the door handle before you glance back at him with a teary, broken gaze. “Go check on your precious Bakugou. They seem to need you way more than I do.”

The door slams and knocks down the picture frame hanging on his door, shattered glass fragmenting with a loud, high-pitched crash.

On it, is a photo of you and him on Father’s Day.

To be honest, he has already forgotten how long ago it was taken.

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Note to the requester: I'm so sorry it's so late! I was debating if I should make it a happy ending and ultimately decided to go with this so it wasn't forced. Sorry if it wasn't exactly what you asked for, but I hope you enjoyed it nonetheless! Thank you for requesting! 💛

#mha #mha fanfiction #aizawa sensei #dadzawa #aizawa shouta #angst #aizawa angst #mha aizawa #boku no hero academia #mha angst #my hero academia #bnha

[starr666]

No Sleep in the Sheets

IB: Sex with a Ghost by Teddy Hyde

gn!reader;unspecified reader parts

Cw: angst???, light smut???, mentions of hallucinating, light knife-play???, sadzawa, idk what im doing???

minors dni

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Context??: You are Aizawa’s past lover that passed away in a tragic accident. Aizawa struggles with the reality of what has happened and even started having hallucinations …or at least that's what he thought it was.

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…One…two…THREE empty Coors Light boxes scattered across the room as the sleep deprived pro-hero tried to drown out his sorrows. To wash away the pain of seeing your reflection in the mirror once more after his shower.

“I’m going fucking crazy” he mutters to himself, wiping the stray tear that fought to fall down as the glass bottle hits the hardwood floor. There it goes again, the random wafts of your thrifted perfume that you wore often when you first started dating flooded his senses. He picks up another bottle, removing the spiked cap with his calloused fingers to inhale the yeast stench that overpowered your flowery but rustic scent, even if its effect only worked for less than a minute.

You couldn’t take it anymore. Not seeing your lover cope in such a way. It's been weeks. He already barely gets a wink of sleep on a daily basis but lately Aizawa has been going on 3 day long benders, stumbling into work despite being given paid leave to deal with the grief. Always trying to save everyone but himself.

Ghosts are not to interfere with the daily lives of the living, no matter how badly it hurts to see.

“He seems so lonely”,you found yourself whispering every now and then as you watched him from various spots in the now trashed apartment you shared. It was often followed by a soft cringe from him…as he could hear the sharp and piercing version of your voice. He just chalked it up to paracusia.

wOOSH, you snatch up the bottle from his weak grasp

He stares at the floating bottle making its way to the dresser with wide eyes.

“This isn’t the way, my love.” you whisper, knowing he will flinch from the altered version of your once light and comforting voice. You needed to find a way to tell him that you were there. You find your legs making their way over to your side of the bed that he refused to sleep on and you pull him into you.

“Y-Y/N?” He stuttered in confusion. He had so many questions but they were muffled as he found himself sinking into your familiar warmth. His 5 senses being fulfilled by you.

Your smell, even if it wasn’t real, the comfort the smell brought him was too much to pass up. He found himself wrapping his arms around your figure and nuzzling his head where your neck would be.He missed your touch. He felt your small kisses showering his forehead. Being able to feel him again just made you want to do more. And luckily, he still knew your body like the back of his hand. ‘Just a taste’, the both of you think before finding yourselves in a deep kiss. One filled with love, hurt, and desperation. His kisses were still a bit sloppy due to the beer but who cared when your tongues danced their familiar tango? Hearing your soft pants that overrode his whines as he used his knee to get you aroused while your hand rubbed and squeezed at his ever-growing bulge. The sight of the knife you kept in the dresser next to the bed from your friskier nights together against gently pressing against his stomach as you rode his length. The knife pressing deeper into him as your hole consumed him further.

The familiar pain only turned him on more, which was apparent in the way his member twitched inside of you, ready to burst as blood began to trickle down to where both parties’ joint arousal pooled.

“Shit, you still take that dick like a champ…”,he mutters under his breath, struggling to keep his composure but with the sounds of your bodies colliding it was impossible. You use your free hand to choke him, hard. He relishes in the feeling, being completely fine if this ended up being the thing that meant he’d be able to be with you again.

“Gonna c-cum- ah shit-“ he curses through his release, his thick spurts of cum coating your walls, causing you to also finish. You both let out heavy breaths as you recover. You subconsciously let your ghoulish body rest upon his chest, a gentle sigh escaping his lips from the feeling. Neither of you are moving in fear of the consequences of this.

Bonus Angst based on Francesca by Hozier

Aizawa’s dream that night included fleeting flashes of your memories together as he feels the ghost of his lover slipping away slowly as you’re drawn back to the afterlife to deal with the consequences of engaging with the living. You either have to kill him, or he’ll have to have all memories of you two together wiped so he can move on.

“Heaven is not fit to house a love like you and I” is what you mutter to yourself as you have to watch the memories of you two being extracted from his brain.

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[capricorn-writer-kawaii]

Hi, there! 🥰

I'm really, really, really excited to announce you that I'm currently working with my beloved and talented friend @merrymonkey on an illustrated fanfic of Aizawa, starting from his U.A. days and moving into the present when he's the homeroom teacher of class 1A.

This is gonna be kind of long, we hope you enjoy the ride. 💖

Our Hero Academy

Chapter 1

Pairing: Shota Aizawa x female OC

Genre: Shota Aizawa X female OC fluff, angst, high school romance, friends to lovers

Words: 2k

Summary: 15 years ago, Eraser Head was starting his hero studies with his best friends Hizashi and Oboro. Contrary to what people think, his teenage years in the U.A. were bright and lovely, filled with the laughter of his best friends and his girlfriend's unconditional love. What happened over the years? What changed him into a gloomy sensei?

Extra note: You can totally picture Y/N in the OC female name, it's just that it'd be cute to read Aizawa calling her pet names. 🤍

Chapter 1 - Welcome to the U.A.

On the first day of school, the UA’s enormous doors opened earlier than usual. Some teachers, the kindest ones, had come out to welcome the new students. Some of them already knew each other, having grown up in the same neighborhood and lucky enough to be in the same high school class. Such was the case with Hizashi Yamada, Oboro Shirakumo, and Shouta Aizawa.

While the first two talked quite loudly, drawing the attention of anyone who passed by, the last one was not only almost asleep but also remarkably quiet, he looked like a calm boy, someone who didn't look for trouble.

Starting with Hizashi, he was a tall and slim boy with blond hair, which he wore spiked upwards. His eyes were covered with some pretty cool sunglasses, and it was very common to see him with a large smile on his face. Hizashi had an eccentric personality, almost like a radio host. He even often posed when he talked and maintained a certain level of excitement or volume, regardless of the situation. Though he tended to be a jovial individual, Hizashi was capable of great rage, but that wasn't really common to occur, for he was the typical extroverted and popular guy.

Meanwhile, Oboro's light blue wavy hair was his charm, as well as his adorable and bright personality. He usually wore an expression of excitement. Very prone to making jokes and witty comments with innuendos, his energetic and goofy personality was similar to that of Hizashi, although Oboro never quite reached his friend's excitement. Due to his extravagant behavior, he was not the type of person who followed protocol and had little sense of shame, hence just as he was walking with his friends, he closed his uniform shirt as if he were in his room.

Finally, behind came the third of them, Shouta Aizawa. He was a slender and tall, tanned-skinned boy with messy, shoulder-length black hair, that partially hung in front of his face and half-opened black eyes. His worn-out appearance made him often look fatigued, especially because of his tired eyes. He was a very stern and reserved person; actually, he often came off as cold and apathetic, someone who preferred to take naps in every possible place over any other activity. Although quiet, the young hero student was very vocal and bold when expressing his ideas, which lead him to only had two friends. Despite his apathetic traits, he genuinely cared about his friends and was willing to do anything for them. In fact, he had already done it, he had already gotten into more than one problem because of Hizashi and Oboro. Shouta often grinned and even made jokes about his friends' eccentric personalities. Although it was more common to see him serious or rather shy.

While Hizashi spoke, or rather, he shouted expressing his immense emotion, Oboro adjusted his uniform. To tell the truth, it seemed that he was getting dressed, because now he was buttoning up his shirt.

“Do you really have to do that while we walk among so many people?” Aizawa asked.

“I didn't have time to get dressed. If you hadn't held us up for wanting to rescue that cat, I'd have been able to do it, so now you suck it up." He said with a mischievous smile as he tried to find his belt inside his backpack.

“Do you think they assign us the same section? I want us to be classmates again." Hizashi commented when they were already walking through the main gates.

Aizawa listened to Oboro's answer until something else completely stole his attention. Sitting on a bench next to a window, a girl was waiting for the doors of the academy's auditorium to open so that the professors could give them the welcome speech.

He was not the type of individual who paid special attention to admiring another person's beauty, he had had beautiful classmates at high school, and he had even seen some very pretty girls entering the academy, however, none of them had got to awake something on him, as it had happened to Oboro and Hizashi and their numerous dates. 

Yet, that girl just a few steps away had taken his breath away. Aizawa cut the conversation with his friends because, for a few seconds, he couldn't do anything else but admire that short girl with long, wavy pastel pink hair tied in a braid. She had been nervously playing with a pink hair tie while waiting to enter the auditorium. Suddenly, a gust of wind made her look at the branches of a tree through the window, allowing Aizawa to see a bit more of her face.

Possibly due to Aizawa's piercing stare, she realized someone was looking at her, and turning around, she discovered him. Her lovely and expressive green eyes were now fixed on the young man's black eyes. His usual tired gaze switched to a wide-eye one by noticing an undeniable sparkle in the girl's look. Such interaction struck Aizawa to the core; it was so overwhelming, that he was about to break that eye contact. Luckily, he did not do it and did not miss the kind but shy and fleeting smile that the girl gave him. Shota couldn't smile back not because he didn't want to, but because he simply couldn't, he just froze. Naturally, when the girl saw that the guy didn't even react back, she looked away from him and had to force herself to think of something else; otherwise, the auto cringe would have made her leave the place.

"You okay, bro? Are you that nervous? Your face's red." Oboro said looking at his friend, but Aizawa just shook his head.

"Let's go in, the doors are already open." Aizawa replied without forgetting the girl's smile. 

He wasn't the typical guy who got a lot of smiles or kind looks, perhaps because his eyes were usually on the ground, or because his gaze was a tired one, not precisely a cordial one. Whatever the reason, it was not common for him to receive such a kind facial expression like that. All his life he was used to Hizashi and Oboro turning out to be the ones who stole peeks and received compliments. To tell the truth, Aizawa had never minded that since social interactions were not his thing at all.

Yet, he did not have time to think more about it, the professor who welcomed them had already started with his talk. He explained to the students how the academy worked and how they would be assigned to a class. That was how that day, once again fate wanted Aizawa, Oboro, and Hizashi to be together in the same class. Though that was not the only surprise. When they entered the room, Aizawa saw the girl again; apparently, the four of them would study together from now on.

That was how they spent the first days at the UA. The professional heroes didn't give them a break, it was training after training, in addition to master classes, of course. Knowing and trusting each one's quick was a must to survive the UA classes; therefore, Aizawa was definitely not having a good time. Meanwhile, Hizashi and Oboro not only controlled theirs better, but they also felt comfortable with their powers and were confident that they would become excellent heroes. However, the shy young man constantly doubted his ability, and when possible, he trained alone so as not to slow anyone down. But that changed the second week when one of the teachers asked them to pair up for the next lesson in one of the many training camps.

"Okay, this is it! I'll ask Hoshino to work with me!" Oboro said, adjusting his uniform and referring to the pink-haired girl, who turned out to be very quiet and introverted. Even though she had all her classmates drooling over her from the first day, she was always alone and studying in her spare time in the library.

"Don't even dream about it, Oboro, I'll ask her," Hizashi replied. "You are very noisy, she won't want to be your partner." 

“What the fuck, Hizashi!? You scream instead of talking! Besides, you'll scare her, you're too aggressive."

"I'm not aggressive!"

"And you're not very bright either, why would the best of the class want to work with you?"

Aizawa, for his part, chuckled upon hearing his friends and continued tying his shoelaces. In the meantime, Hizashi and Oboro were so focused on arguing among themselves that they didn't realize when the girl approached where they were.

Thus, she touched the least expected person's shoulder and spoke.  “Hi... Hum, excuse me, would you mind if we worked together? I've seen your quirk and I think we could make a good team.” As determined as she was to train with him, there was a hint of shyness in her voice.

"WHAT THE HELL?!" Oboro and Hizashi asked looking at how she had chosen Aizawa as her partner.

Although the two outgoing boys had come to her since day one to introduce themselves, Aizawa hadn't said a word, preferring to stay behind. So, her proposal was quite unexpected for everyone, especially for Aizawa, who looked at her as if hoping that she would realize that she was speaking to HIM and not to his friends.

"I see... you already have a partner, I'm sorry." Wishing that the earth would swallow her, the girl was about to disappear, she didn't do it only because Oboro was faster and prevented her.

"No, he doesn't have one! It's just that Aizawa's very shy." Oboro replied as Hizashi practically pushed his friend to his feet.

“Did you hear that, Shota? You'll be able to work with the best of the class!” The blonde said.

"Are you sure you want to work with me?"

"Come on, Shota, don't be so humble, your quirk's awesome!" Hizashi said pushing him to such an extent that the young black-haired man almost lost his balance.

That was how Aizawa and the girl ended up teaming up together. The mission they had been given to train was to enter the forest that surrounded the UA and find a hidden bomb as quickly as possible. For that, they would have the whole class, for the terrain was huge.

All the way Aizawa was wondering the same thing. "Why does she want to work with me?" The girl had passed the entrance exam with the highest score, and despite only taking two weeks of classes, all her teachers had already recognized her as the best of her generation.

“So, you erase quirks with your gaze…" The girl said, interrupting Aizawa's analysis. "That's so cool! You have one of the best powers I've ever seen.”

“The effect lasts until I blink. It's not very useful." 

"Have you tried using eye drops? That way your eyes will be moisturized, and you can train them for a longer use of your quirk. Maybe they'll be a little dry, but at least they won't hurt afterward."

Aizawa remained silent, contemplating the option that the girl gave him; truth be told, she made a lot of sense. After some minutes of walking in silence, the boy talked. “What about your quirk? Can you manipulate any kind of energy? If so, you have unlimited potential."

"It's not that easy." She responded by shaking her head. “When I transform energy, I use my own. The more energy I manipulate, the less I have left to fight. Also, it's not unlimited, quite the opposite. If I intend to control some type of energy, I first must know it thoroughly, know how it works, and what risks can come."

"That's why she studies so much..." Aizawa thought.

“If I don't know the type of energy, or if I convert more than what my body resists, things don't end well. It's happened a couple of times and it hasn't been nice." She confessed somewhat embarrassed. "That's why I think we could make a good team, you could give me a hand if things get messy." 

"You barely know me, are you going to trust me that much?"

"I saw how you helped your friend when we floated higher than expected."

The girl giggled remembering how during one of the first practices, Oboro used one of his clouds to float. He was just bragging; yet, thanks to the wind, the cloud flew higher and quicker. It was Aizawa who controlled the situation by erasing his quirk and helping him get back to earth. 

"Oh, you saw that..." He whispered just about to laugh. Not even Shota could deny how funny it was to see Oboro fall over Hizashi. 

"How not to? Your other friend, the blond one, kept yelling at the cloud guy to get off of him."

"Yeah, that's kind of common when it comes to Hizashi and Oboro."

"Well, we'd better hurry if we want to find that bomb first."

The dynamic between the two students turned out to be quite good, not only did they complete the mission successfully, but they also had time to get to know each other a little better, because by finishing before all the other groups, they had almost an hour free. Thus, sitting on some rocks on the banks of a river, Shota discovered that her family lived in the countryside and that to pursue her dream of becoming a hero, she had moved to the city alone. The academy had dormitories for students with similar situations, so she had no problem finding a place to live. That short interaction was enough for Aizawa to judge her as a nice and extremely sweet girl. 

Without knowing how or why, she quickly felt comfortable with Aizawa, so much so that she made a couple of jokes and even imitated him. Apparently, in that week the young heroine had analyzed him enough to discover several of his habits.

“You have a lot of free time in class.” The boy commented unable to avoid laughing just a little when he saw her imitating the way he yawned.

“The first week has been calmer than I imagined.”

“That's because you're talented. I barely approved the physical performance exams.”

Once again, the girl started to play with her hair tie, anyone could tell she was struggling to decide if saying what she was thinking or remaining silent. In the end, she mustered some courage and dared to say it.  “We could train together in the afternoons.” 

Aizawa raised his gaze and looked at her as if looking for any sign that he had listened wrong. “YOU are going to train with me? You, the number one in the class?”

“I also need to train, and I think we could complement ourselves. I mean... our quirks." She corrected herself while blushing. 

Aizawa was the first classmate she actively approached and, to tell the truth, it had been hard for her to summon up the courage to speak to him. Judging by his actions during those two weeks of classes, it was highly possible that he would say no. After all, Shota hardly talked with his two friends, why would he say yes to training with her?

"I mean, it's just an idea. But if you already train with someone else, that's fine." She said feeling how her face was turning even more red.

Noticing that he was making her feel uncomfortable, Aizawa reacted. “It's not what you're thinking. Honestly, I didn't expect you to want to team up with me. You caught me off guard."

Understanding that it wasn't that he was rejecting her, but that this was all very unexpected for him, she felt less embarrassed. “I'm not very good at making friends and many of our classmates already knew each other. Besides…. You seem like a very trustworthy person and your quirk is wonderful. I'm sorry, I think I already told you this a dozen times.” She said between a shy giggling.

The black-haired hero looked at her for a few moments. "She's really cute. No wonder why Hizashi and Oboro say it all the time." 

"Well, I don't want to put you on the spot. If one day you have some free time, we could train together, Aizawa.” She said getting up, it was time to meet up with the rest of the class.

"Shota, call me Shota."

“My name's Kaori. Thanks for working with me today, Shota.” She responded with a sweet smile.

Next chapter

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[we-are-so-close]

“You look nice.” Aizawa’s tone gave no indication of how he really felt. It’s a tone that you had grown used to, something you were usually able to decipher, something you had grown to love. 

He did think that you looked nice, but if he wasn’t holding back, he might have told you that you looked stunning. A backless burgundy dress. Long sleeved and covered in an intricate golden lace design flowing up to the neckline. It was gorgeous; you were gorgeous, but it still didn’t suit you. He assumed you chose this color because it complemented what Hawks’ was wearing, and since the two of you arrived together…

“You look nice, too,” you smiled tenderly. “I really love the color you chose for your tie!”

“I know,” he said softly under his breath. It wasn’t dismissive, but it was because he really did know that you would like the color; it was your favorite afterall. 

A slight sound of commotion had you turning to face the stage. Present Mic was up at the front, no microphone needed. 

“Ladies and gentlemen, we are now at the time of the night where we have those of you share a dance with someone you did not attend the gala with.”

The music slowly started building and you recognized it immediately. 

“Ah, this is my favorite song.” 

“I know,” Aizawa replied again. “Since we’re here, would you like to dance?” He asked as he offered you his hand. 

You looked around and saw that Hawks was nowhere to be seen, so you didn’t see the harm in dancing with your old mentor. 

You take the tried and true position of two dancing partners. Slowly, you sway to the rhythm. You took to staring at his chest, not knowing if you could look him in the eyes. 

“So, you and Hawks?”

“Me and Hawks?” your tone matched his. 

“You two arrived together, so are you two…you know…”

“Dating? No. He said it would be good for publicity. Well, for me anyway. Not sure how the public will view him after bringing me with him.” You tried to make light of your situation, but it came off as more pathetic. 

A brief wave of relief washes over Aizawa hearing that you are not dating Hawks, but it’s soon replaced with a sense of guilt because of the situation you were in. Things had happened so quickly. One day he was mentoring you as a teacher in training, and then the next day you had been moved to be under the supervision of the number two pro hero. 

“How, uh…how have you been?” He asked you, the two of your bodies coming closer together as the music plays on. 

“I’ve thought about texting you,” you tell him honestly. 

I miss you. I hate not seeing you every day. I love you. 

“Me, too.” 

The music began to pick up and the two of you fall into the steady beat. If people hadn’t known any better, they’d have thought you two had done this before. 

“Shouta.”

“______.”

The two of you slow, eyes locking, words ready to spill from both of your lips. 

“Mind if I cut in?” the familiar voice of Hawks cuts through the two of you. 

“Keigo,” you state in surprise. 

“You never mentioned you could dance, old man.” A slight jab at the man you were just dancing with. He draped his arm over your shoulder, a subtle way to let Aizawa know that you were under his watchful eye.

“I guess it never came up in our many conversations.” The sarcasm was radiating from Aizawa’s body. 

“Guess not. But I think it’s time for us to go, don’t you think ______? It’s been a busy night for you.”

“Yeah, I guess so,” you replied. “Bye, Eraserhead. It was nice to see you again.” You knew that Hawks could hear the disappointment in your voice, but you were hoping that Aizawa would hear it, too. Hawks steered you toward the back as Aizawa threw his hand up in good-bye. 

Once you were out of earshot, Hawks stopped and turned you to face in the direction you had just left. 

“I thought I told you to stay away from him.”

“Hm,” you shrugged your shoulders. “Couldn’t help it, I guess.”

“What does it feel like? Watching the person you love have no interest in you?” 

That statement clenched your heart. Your breath hitched in your throat. 

“It doesn’t..I don’t..”

“You don’t have to answer, babe. I know what it’s like.” His arm discreetly pulled you closer to him. 

Present Mic walked over to Aizawa, who was standing in the same spot you left him. 

“So, did you tell her?”

“I couldn’t.”

“What do you mean you 'couldn’t'? I did all of that up there in order to get you your chance and you blew it? I’m going to start calling you ChickenHead,” Hizashi punched Aizawa in the shoulder, no malice behind the action. 

“How could I? All I would be doing is taking her shot at happiness. At least one of us deserves to be happy.” 

“I think you’re wrong about that, Shouta. You both deserve to be happy, and you both could be happy together.”

The two men stared at you and Hawks. And you and Hawks stared back. He leaned in and whispered in your ear, “let’s go.” 

One last look at Shouta was all you needed to know about how he felt about you, truly. 

It would take too long for the pieces of your hearts to be pieced back together.

#aizawa #aizawa x reader #hawks #hawks x reader #aizawa angst #mha #mha angst

[aizawasbrattyprincess]

w h e n  i t  r a i n s

gn!reader x aizawa shouta (mha)

tw: very much angst + mentions of death + depression + suicidal tendencies + alcoholism + unrequited love

word count: 1.0k

a/n: To the lovely anon who enjoyed this story, I hope you’d like this too. And for you guys who haven’t read part one, read it here: Stay

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゜。+。゜゜。*。゜゜。＋。゜*゜。゜。+。゜゜。*。゜゜。＋

The rain hadn’t stopped since that fateful day, just like the storm in his heart that kept tearing him apart. It felt like he was drowning in the void, and he couldn’t break the surface no matter what he did. He had lost all the fight in him. The guilt was eating him alive, and the harsh whispers in his ears constantly reminded him of who he was: a failure.

His apartment was no better, reflecting the state of his mind — empty beer bottles and cigarette packs were among the piles of trash, mingled with unwashed laundry and unopened letters from the school. His handphone was thrown somewhere in the room, left on ‘do not disturb’ mode. The old television in his living room served only as background noise while he sank deep into his tenth bottle that afternoon. He watched his screen abruptly change from a soap opera to breaking news. Although uninterested, he sat up just a little on his worn-out couch and listened to the newscaster.

“This just in. The villain known as ‘The Blood Killer’ was captured by pro-hero Hawks and his squad minutes ago in the city of Musutafu. The Blood Killer has claimed multiple innocent lives over three terrifying months, including the lover of former pro-hero Eraserhead-”

Click. He stood up and threw the remote at the television screen, leaving a wide crack. He should be happy that justice was served and that you were finally avenged, but he felt nothing, just the emptiness shrouding him. He didn’t deserve you. He never did. Nor did he deserve forgiveness.

Everything changed, and Aizawa Shouta was not the same admirable role model that his students, friends and the public used to look up to. Even his best friend, Present Mic, was at a loss himself. Mic tried to comfort and persuade him, but there was only so much he could do when Aizawa kept pushing him away. Aizawa then started missing school and eventually quit being a hero, disappearing from the world altogether. He blamed himself every day. He wanted everything to end, but like the coward he was, he couldn’t find the courage to pull the trigger. Instead, Aizawa turned to the bottle, slowly killing himself until death welcomed him with open arms. 

Now that his beer supply was near zero, Aizawa left his apartment for the first time in a while to get more. Stumbling his way into the back alleys, he almost reached the corner shops when he bumped into someone. He tried to go around the man when he was pushed to the ground and landed in a puddle.

“I finally found you.”

Aizawa shielded his eyes from the rain before looking up to see the winged hero glaring at him. “What do you want?”

“Is that really the way you should be talking to me?” Hawks snarled. His hand was balled into a fist, and he was trying his best not to let anger overcome him. “I can’t believe how pathetic you are right now. If they saw you like this-”

“Shut up. Don’t you start-”

“What? I can’t talk about them?” Hawks challenged. “Who was the one who deliberately ignored them when they pleaded for help? It wasn’t me.”

Aizawa gritted his teeth and clumsily stood up, attempting to leave. But the younger man had grabbed his collar and held him against the wall, forcing him to listen.

“You’re not the only one who’s suffering, you selfish bastard! I loved them too! I loved them so fucking much that it hurt to see them upset and neglected because of you. I should’ve never let them date you...”

Only then did Aizawa realise Hawks had been crying. His trembling hands let go of Aizawa’s collar, and he backed away, failing to wipe off the tears on his face. He reached into the pocket on the side of his jacket and shoved a small item into Aizawa’s hands.

“They loved you until their very last breath. If you want to do right by them, then become the man they always wanted you to be.”

With Hawks gone, Aizawa stared at the shiny silver pendant, now covered in dried blood, that he recalled giving to you on your first anniversary with him. He opened it slowly, and his heart broke at the bright smile on your face, with your arm looped around his. You cherished that photo so much, considering how Aizawa didn’t like to have his photograph taken. How did Aizawa not realise how perfect you were until you were gone? Hearing Hawks’ words replaying in his head, Aizawa hastily ran off and headed straight to U.A. High, ignoring the barrels of questions from his students and fellow teachers in the hallways.

“I want to come back,” he panted, opening the door to the office.

Principal Nezu looked up from his stack of paperwork and smiled, immediately accepting his request. Aizawa was still 2A’s homeroom teacher; he was never fired, to begin with.

Over the next few weeks, Aizawa slowly picked himself up with the help of Mic, who hugged him as soon as he saw him. Aizawa had apologised profusely to Mic, his students, and Hawks, who nodded and told him to ‘quit being an asshole’. And then, there was you. On a sunny afternoon when the rain had stopped, Aizawa came to visit your grave for the first time, with the pendant around his neck and a bouquet of your favourite flowers in his hand. Mic had offered to join him, but Aizawa assured him he would be fine. He appreciated the support, but it was something he had to do on his own. Aizawa remorsefully sighed as he touched your headstone.

“I took too long to come here, huh? I understand if you don’t want to accept my apology, but I want to tell you that I am truly sorry for everything. I hurt you so much, and yet, you chose to stay. I should’ve been with you. I’m so sorry.”

Aizawa was on the verge of tears but took a deep breath. Maintaining his composure, he sat on his knees and gently laid the flowers down. He brought his hands to prayer, offering one to you.

“I hope you will be happy now in heaven,” he whispered, finally coming to terms and being able to put a smile on his face. “Thank you for loving me and for being my all. May you rest in peace, my love.”

゜。+。゜゜。*。゜゜。＋。゜*゜。゜。+。゜゜。*。゜゜。＋

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[the-wisteria-house]

How You and Aizawa got together.

I know this has been done-but I wanted to give my take on it.

WARNINGS: Angsty, mutual pinning, mentions of character death, and not to graphic mentions of injuries.

So you and Aizawa went to UA together, but you where in class B.

The two of you where both introverted awkward messes.

The only reason you first ever spoke to one another in the first place was because he was in your hiding spot during lunch.

The conversation was pretty awkward honestly.

"I uh, didn't realize somone else knew about this spot..." You stammered awardly, not knowing what to say.

He thankfully saved you from social suicide and spoke next.

"Sorry, I didn't know someone else ate here, it is a dusty old closet... It's kinda a gloomy spot." He said in a blunt, but clearly embarrassed tone.

He didn't talk to people much (especially girls)

"Man, you didn't have to put it like that." You glared at the other first year. Though there was no real malice in your voice.

He was right after all.

"You're here too though y'know." You couldn't help but retort.

The boy only gave you a blank look before responding with a simple: "Touche."

From that point forward you guys would eat lunch together everyday.

You bonded over your dislike for socialization (ironically) and having mental quirks.

It was just you guys.

Well just you guy's until you both met Oboro and Hizashi,and they ruined it all.

Those boys would harass the two of you in your spot everyday, so you guys snuck up to the roof.

That didn't do much because they found you not to long later.

But what made it worse was because they found you and Shouta in a compromising position...

You guy's got in a playful argument about whether Greenday or MCR was better.(Greenday obviously)

It escalated into playful rough housing.

You had Shouta pined, hands holding his wrist above his head when you were found.

Oboro joking asked if the roof is where to two of you makeout.

Shouta couldn't look you in the eyes for weeks after that

He'd never admit it but he'd thought about it once or twice

But that's not all

He thought about holding your hand and making cringey poetry to recite to you (he totally dosen't have a book full already)

He couldn't stand how illogical you made him and it cracked the squad up

The boy's would alway try and set you and shou up on dates

Kageyama would also join in on the fun

Oboro would alway try and push Aizawa to confess to you

While Midnight would always give you tips on how to catch Aizawas attention or on how to tell him how you felt

But you never thought he liked you back

One day in your second year you were cloud gazing with oboro and you got on the topic of romance.

"Come on (n/n) you have to admit you a Shou would make an awesome couple!!!" He gave you a closed eyed smile.

"Oh shut it Weather-boy. Shouta dosen't like me that way...That's just some pipe dream." You can't help but sigh and glare at the sun

Oboro busted out laughing at this,"God- (n/n)!You-you're hopeless!"

He managed to calm down his laugher after a few minutes and give you a serious look

"Shouta adores you; he looks at you like you hung all the stares in the sky. He just doesn't know how to say it... I love him he's prettymuch my brother at this poin, but I know he'll get to in his head, and let his chance slip pass him."

You knew what Oboro was getting at

So you decided you'd confess to Shouta despite the urge to vomit at the idea

You and the gang were going to go to the arcade after your work studies ended for the

Your plan was to confess

Sadly that day never came

Your hope of ever confessing to Aizawa shattered the moment the ruble made contact with your best friend.

You fell into an anguish,but you had to keep it together for Shouta.

And you did for years, or at least made it look like it.

Shouta shut you out but you wouldn't leave his side.

You couldn't and never did.

You may have became shadows of who you once where, but you still cared deeply for one another.

You stopped eating on the roof; it hurt to much.

You started eating in the courtyard instead.

You usually ate in silence.

Hizashi joined you guy's in your spot,so did Nemir, but it wasn't the same.

Hizashi and Nemir both grew busy with work studies and couldn't join you anymore.

But eventually you guy's found your voices and slowly began to communicate again.

You where a pair to be feared in joint training exercises.

After graduating from UA you became roommates.

It was actually Shouta's idea. He said it was only logical to cut the living

Once you started living together you could tell the death of ypur freind still effected him as it did you

Then you had an accident

Your employer gave you some faulty intell on the target you were going after

You caught the suspect but not before you broke 3 ribs, your left arm, right leg, and had a minor concussion

The hair on the villain could turn into a blade; you had a perment scar on you left cheek after that

You were in the hospital for a few day's, but you were passed out for the most of it.

According to the nurses Shouta refused to leave your side.

He took you home once you were ready to be discharged.

He was very attentive, but oddly distant at the same time.

This only grew worse as time progressed. He'd become snappy, though he'd never raise his voice.

You thought he was annoyed at having to take care of you so you tried to convince him to go back to work.

He didn't know how to respond. Did you want him to leave? He couldn't leave you alone what if you got hurt, and he could have stopped it?

No he couldn't leave you when you were vulnerable. "No, not now." He said, voice absent of any emotion.

He would remain seemingly absent of emotion. Well until the fight.

You where trying to get something off the top shelve in the kitchen, but you were ment to be on bedrest.

You couldn't reach the snack you wanted and tried to use your crutch. In hindsight this was foolish on your part.

You fell and that produced a loud bang, rousing shouta from his nap.

When he heard the bang from the kitchen he instantly knew something was wrong.

He ran as fast to investigate and found you on the floor. "(N/n)- What the hell are you doing out of bed!" His eyes were glowing a intimidating red as his eyes peirced your very soul.

He was pissed

He quickly, but as gently as he could picked you up of the floor.

He didn't utter a single word till you got to your room.

Then all hell broke loose.

"Are you and idiot!? The doctor told you to stay in bed! Are you trying to het your self hurt?" He blew up with in seconds of placing you on your bed.

"I was hungry!"You try to defend.

This only made his more angry. "I would have made you something! It was illogical for you to get up and risk getting hurt!"

You knew he was right but you couldn'tback down,"I didn't want to ask you! I could do it myself!"

"If you could do it yourself then why did I have to pick you up off the floor?!" He was pacing back and forth at this point, the tension in his shoulders clear.

You where at a lost for words,"I-why-why do you care so much! It's my body!" You quickly spit out.

"It's because I love you damnit! God- I always have...I can't loose you too...It'd kill me if I did- I know that for sure." His voice grew quite at the end.

The shock must have been clear on your face. It took you a few minutes to respond. "I-Shout...What do you mean?"

"Damnit- when you're involved all rationality flies out the window! It makes no sense!" At this point he's gripping his hair like a life line.

When he walks past you again you grab his arms and stop him.

"How long." The question hangs in the air until he quitly breathes out, "Since we were 15..."

You got him to sit down eventually.

That night was full of alot of confessions and tears.

Okay I'll be honest...I did not edit this. I started this 2 weeks ago and added pieces here and there, so there may not be much of a flow, but I spent to much time on it to not post it...

I hope you enjoyed please feel free to tell me what you think. :)

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Don't Worry ✧ Aizawa Shōta

Pairing: Eraserhead/Aizawa Shōta x reader Genre: angst/comfort Summary: Anxiety is keeping you awake and Shōta can’t sleep alone. Word count: 2.5k A/N: ...obligatory old and cringey fic ahead warning...

Gentle breeze was blowing through the night, ruffling your hair. Your sleepwear didn’t stand a chance against the freezing chill of the night but it kept you grounded. You mind never managed to stray far from reality, always harshly chased from the impossibilities by another cold blow. The wind’s hostile embrace was soothing in a way. Besides, how could you be disturbed by something so trivial as cold when there was perfectly clear starry sky above you? Each star was shining bright just like a diamond.

It was a magical night, silent and peaceful. No traffic, no voices on the streets. As if everyone except you was asleep. Standing on the balcony, you felt like a queen of this serene world. And as with every monarch, while everything was enveloped with calmness, your mind certainly was not. It was replaying memories in an endless loop, occasionally throwing in some of your deepest fears. This mix of unpleasantness made you anxious enough to make you restless, unable to fall asleep. You’d toss and turn pointlessly. There was nothing you could do but hope the feeling will soon fade away or that your body will get so exhausted it will ignore your inner turmoil. The chill of the night at least helped to keep you somewhat sane. Before your situation could come to an end, however, you heard quiet footsteps. Another lone wanderer in the silent night.

So he found you, you smiled to yourself. A pair of arms wrapped around your waist; a little warning before his full weight dropped on you gently. You didn’t understand how he did it but he always noticed without a fail when you were absent from his side. He always came looking for you and then he’d lean against you. It was his way to assure himself you were really there. Even if he was heavy you were grateful for the silly gesture. It made you feel loved. Today it was yet another things to soothe you.

“Come to bed,” he grumbled into your hair. You removed one of your hands from the railing to put it on top of his.

“I’ll come soon darling, I promise,” you were stroking his forearm slowly. You knew how worried he got when you were not near when he woke up. A quiet hum was his only response. He was enjoying your touch. You knew even without his affirmation. He was a strange man – quiet and sometimes distant; all in the name of saving energy. But he was soft inside – that much was clear to you, and he needed reassurance as much as you did.

For a while everything was quiet again, his breathing barely noticeable. You weren’t sure if he was asleep or not, neither of the possibilities would surprise you. You wouldn’t mind. He needed his sleep after all his hard work. Teaching at UA during the day, patrolling the streets at night… no wonder he needed to utilize every free minute to sleep. Suddenly he let out a yawn.

“Why can’t you sleep?” he asked, still groggy.

“I’m just thinking about stuff, don’t worry,” you answered more calmly than you actually felt, squeezing his hand lightly. You knew he would continue asking until he figured out what the problem was but still hoped that tonight he’d just let it go.  

“Is it about the morning?” he turned his face so his voice wouldn’t be muffled by your hair anymore. To your surprise there wasn’t even a hint of annoyance in it like you suspected would be the case. You let the silence answer in your place. He exhaled deeply and turned both of you around. Now he was leaning on the railing with his back and you lying against his chest, looking into his black, very tired eyes. It never ceased to fascinate you how agile he was even only half awake.

Truth to be told, this morning was probably the final trigger that caused all this. You’ve felt your anxiety getting worse for about a while now and you knew Shōta noticed. You assured him it was alright, he let it be then since it wasn’t as bad as to interfere with your everyday life and you promised him you’ll take care of yourself. He trusted you to deal with your issues on your own, if you could. Should you need help, you knew you could reach out to him. It was another reason you loved him – the way you could trust him to be your safety net.

Then he didn’t come home last night. He didn’t even send you a text and you were not able to reach his phone. You broke down, anxiety taking the better of you. Instead of trying to call his colleagues, you spent the whole night crying, walking in circles aimlessly and watching the hands on the clock moving minute at a time, feeling your sanity slipping away.

Around six in the morning he finally showed up to get ready for work. You had a huge fight – although he apologized and explained the situation to you: he had been so exhausted he doubted he would make it home without passing out so he stayed over at Hizashi’s place. Simple enough. Not the first time it happened. But today it didn’t calm your anger.

Nonetheless, he had to leave for work. So your distress was fuelled with uncertainty about his feelings and what would happen next. You had a chance to cool your head at least and realize you overreacted. Still, you needed closure – more throughout than a quick apology on both sides before bed as was the case today. He always comes home so late, so exhausted. You swallowed your emotions and dropped it – after all, it was all good. His health and rest was more important to you. Due to that, your guilt had time to rest and grow deeper which only made you feel worse. This is exactly why you always tried to talk things through under any circumstances.

“I’m so sorry, Shōta,” you cupped his cheek, stirring in his hold, “I shouldn’t have taken my stress out on you.” you stroked his cheekbone gently. He shook his head and pulled you closer, one hand firmly around your waist and the other on the back of your head.

“It’s alright, I was an ass for not letting you know,” he kissed the top of your head. You hummed and breathed in his scent. Some people have blankets to calm them, you had Shōta. The warmth of his body helped you focus and think clearly. With him, you were safe. Your hero.

“What got you so worried lately?” he asked, rubbing the small of your back in comforting circles. He let you pull away just enough to be able to look at him. There was concern in his gaze. Only with you was he so open with his emotions. You raised your hand again, this time to play with his messy hair, watching how the little curls hugged your fingers. You needed a while to think through what you were going to say. He gave you time, as patient as ever.

“I’m just worried,” you sighed. There was no way you could manage to organize everything that was on your mind into neat little sentences. “Ever since the criminality began to rise and you are on patrols more often I just can’t stay calm until you come home. I’m sorry, I know it’s not rational,” you looked away. “And with the USJ attack, the camp and…,” you trailed off. You didn’t want to think about any of the events. It was too painful. The scar under his eyes made you flinch every time you saw it. You brought your hand up to his face and dragged your fingers over the rough skin. His orbital floor got shattered that day. He could’ve lost his sight, ability… he could’ve died.

“I just don’t want to lose you,” you whispered with tears burning threatening to spill from your eyes. You buried your face into his chest and he used this opportunity to stroke your hair. Your breathing was fast as panic began to take over. You wouldn’t let it. Instead you focused on the cold air of the night, the burning sensation in your lungs with every breath you took. The soft material of his shirt and the firmness of his chest underneath it. His hands in your hair and support of his body.

He gave you time to calm down, still gently caressing your back and hair. Soon after you started dating he realized that if you were to be reasoned with, you needed to be calm. He waited for your breathing to slow down before talking.

“There’s no reason for you to apologize,” he assured you, his voice kind. It was like honey, soothing the aches. “I understand why you’re worried. Hell if that Nomu thing hurt you like he did to me, you wouldn’t be allowed to leave the house,” he was serious and you knew it but it still made you chuckle. You turned your head to side, his heart right under your ear. It was beating faster than usual. Finally you were beginning to feel better.

“I know you’re hero and all, but wouldn’t it be fair for you to also stay home more then?” you piped in quietly, playing with the hem of his shirt. His hold got little stronger, pulling you close enough for him to kiss your temple. A quiet apology.

“I can’t and you know it, [y/n],” he said. “I want to make sure you’re safe, that the streets are safe for you and everyone else. Every hero is needed if we want to stabilize the situation.”

You of course knew it was true. The news talked every day about the rising crime wave. All Might was done. Sure they needed every hero possible to patrol the streets. Shōta was strong, his quirk as well, he was truly a hero both in ability and heart but he was your boyfriend as well and you couldn’t imagine what would you do should something happen to him again. Let alone something worse than the USJ.

Still, the situation in your relationship needed a solution too; one that would both keep you calm and would bother him. It wasn’t easy to live with hero but for Shōta, you’d try your best to think of something.

“Couldn’t you at least work during the day? I might feel better,” you snuggled closer. You momentarily forgot the obvious, didn’t realize the only possible answer.

“My job at U.A., [y/n],” he reminded you, “It’s not like the principal can shift all of my lessons to the afternoon. And unfortunately, they all have potential so I can’t kick them out,” there was a hint of pride in his voice. You chuckled, it was so very unlike him. Then again, he was a softie. You hoped the students realized that their teacher was the best of them all.

“Then maybe a sidekick?” you suggested but his annoyed groan was enough for an answer. “Or maybe another hero to be your partner?”

The hope in your voice was killing him inside. He knew you were trying to come up with a solution but he wasn’t sure if there was one. He sighed and cupped your cheek so you’d look up at him.

“How many friends I have? Ones that I could tolerate every other day.”

You laughed a bit and hung your head in defeat. He smiled slightly as well, again pulling you close. He had to admit that he didn’t consider the option of a partner before but it was no good. Even if there was a person he’d be willing to partner up with, it didn’t suit his way of work at all.

“Mic!” you suddenly jumped, almost hitting his chin with your head. “You have Hizashi! I’m sure he wouldn’t mind teaming up with you,” you smiled at him, ignoring the annoyed twitching of his eyebrow.

“No.” He said simply. “I can’t work with him, he’s too obnoxious.”

“Yet you’re still friends,” you pouted, “besides your quirks could work wel-” you didn’t have a chance to finish since your boyfriend suddenly connected your lips with his. A crystal clear message: just shut up. You tried pushing him away lightly, giggling. Finally he grabbed your hands and pecked your lips. He didn’t move away, your foreheads resting against each other.

“But really, try it please? It doesn’t have to be forever, just till the situations calm somewhat?” you gave him your best kitty-eyed look. He sighed deeply and stayed quiet, his eyes closed. You let him think about it without saying a word. He’d told you that they worked together before so maybe he’d agree for old time’s sake? He wouldn’t, you knew. Because as much as it would calm your nerves it would interfere with his work. It wasn’t how he worked – he was fine the way he was, changing anything wouldn’t be rational.

“At least promise you’ll always call for help if you see serious trouble – and wait till it comes. Don’t start something you can’t finish,” you whispered, not happy, but at least at peace. Nothing more could be done. To this proposal he could, and did, agree. You smiled and squeezed him too, gently nuzzling into his chest.

“Thank you,” you murmured. He hugged you with a little smile. He’d never want to make you upset. If possible, he would do anything to not worry you. Yet it wasn’t realistic, as much as it pained him. You’ll worry for him time and time again, till one of you inevitably dies. Maybe you’ll get fed up and leave him. That was a possibility – rationally speaking, it was almost bound to happen. Only in this case, he’d ignore the odds.

“Let’s get back to sleep now, alright?” he asked with a kiss to your hair.

You gave him a small nod. You felt relieved and happy now, peaceful enough to fall asleep. Of course it didn’t mean that Shōta would be safe but it made you feel a bit better. With the problem solved, you felt your eyelids getting heavy and mind quiet. When you reached the bedroom, he tucked you in and soon joined you under the covers. He lay on his side, facing you to admire your now relaxed features.

“Will you hold me please?” you asked sheepishly, snuggling to his body. He was always so warm, you wondered if the energy from his naps was all transformed into the warmth. That would explain his constant exhaustion. You were really falling asleep quick, thinking about silly things. Instead of answering, he simply put his arms around you. Your legs became a tangled mess almost instantly.

“Good night, love,” he whispered, kissing you deeply, gently, but the kiss carried also a message of “everything will be alright”.

“Sleep well, I love you,” you whispered and a smile stretched on your face when you felt his lips lazily mouth the answer against your skin as he too fell asleep.

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