#but it is a lot. and aizawa is both a depressed teenager and someone who tries to cope with logic

[pocketramblr]

I want to know how all might reacts to reincarnated afo!aizawa

Like I think All Might would understand that Aizawa doesn't remember his villainous past, and has essentially been reborn, but the fact that afo somehow managed to get away with it (in a matter of speaking at least) must be like one of those forbidden itches from another dimension: forever vexing him

So All Might doesnt find out about this until Aizawa goes to him himself a few months after the worst of it, which is important because the reaction is defintely something that would vary based on when and how he learned it.

As it is, Aizawa goes to Might Tower and is like "Hey, I'm a UA student, Nedzu emailed All Might and said why he needed to see me, if he hasn't checked it tell him its about All For One." and is quickly sent up to talk. All Might is confused about the why- this kid is like, sixteen, AfO could have been dead before he was born.

But then Aizawa sighs, and says "I was born on the day you killed All For One," which means he knows way more information than he should, and All Might listens even when the kid immediately seems to go off topic by explaining that he's always wanted to be a hero, even though erasure is a weak quirk, and he knew he wouldn't be able to be a hero like All Might. Then he gets to the Garvey fight, and very quietly says that when he tried to erase the villain, he stole one of his quirks instead. All Might looks at the boy's palms, and sees.

But he doesn't quite see the truth yet.

"You're All For One's son." He breathes.

Shouta shakes his head. "No. Worse. I was born the day you killed him, right? Well, the hospital I was born at, there was a doctor that worked for AfO. Tried to save his life. Couldn't. So AfO ordered him to grab a baby, and transfered his quirk... to me." All Might relaxes, because that is tragic, but easier to deal with- "And then, I guess, they lost me? Not sure, but um, after Gravey, i went to the hospital and the Doctor kept messing with me. He was giving me more of All For One's quirks... and his memories. And i- it was so stupid, I went in there alone, and now... it's all there. in me."

All Might is no longer relaxed. He stares at the kid. Miserable, Aizawa holds out a hand, and a spike shoots out from it. One All Might remembers going into his chest, and he flinches.

Aizawa puts his hand down.

"I can't figure it out."

"Can't figure what out?" All Might asks.

"I can't figure out if I'm more me or more him now. I mean, I feel like I'm in charge. But he's been alive a lot longer, even if so much of those memories a blur. And, logically, even if he isn't in my head, his memories have to affect me. I mean, i knew going alone was stupid, but all those memories of his power, his pride, i ignored it and went anyway. I can't figure out what it means to know all of this now, who I am or what I should do."

All Might nods. He feels such pity for the boy, such grief he didn't prevent this. caused it, even, really. "And you came to me?"

"Yeah. You're the person alive who's known All For One the longest, except Gran Torino and I didn't know how to find him." The teen shrugs. "You'd be the one to know if he's... you know, if i'm him. You'd be the one to stop him."

All Might stares at him, not moving, not speaking. Aizawa beings to twitch despite himself.

"You trusted me to fix this." He finally says. "Yeah, there's no way in hell All For One's in charge of your brain then. You're safe, kid. You might have the memories, but i take it you hate the guy in them?"

"More than anything. You're sure? It makes sense that i could be influenced-"

"Young Aizawa. You're safe. I am sure. And if that changes, i'll make sure to help you. I am here."

Aizawa goes nearly boneless on the couch. "Thanks."

"No problem. I'm guessing you'd feel better if you were doing something about it, though?"

"Huh?"

"You're a hero. You feel better when you're doing something."

"Yeah. What do you have in mind?"

"Let's see if any of your new old memories can help us weed out anyone else who could be planning something like the Doctor was, and then come up with some plans to use all those quirks in you now for good."

Aizawa smiles for the first time in weeks. It is a terrifying smile, but it is absolutely nothing like All For One's too-calculated smirk. All Might smiles back.

#see the thing is. aizawa does have lot of the memories unlocked after the doc is done with them #not as bad as it couldve been and afo is super not in charge #(since he got afo-quirk as a baby his body kinda overwrote the vestige in the same way the original stockpile vestige got overwrote by ofa) #(and there wasn't enough time to even start transplanting another afo vestige in to take over) #but it is a lot. and aizawa is both a depressed teenager and someone who tries to cope with logic #and what is the difference really between having memories because you did it or because they were planted? #so he's not having a great time #(note: he did not got to garaki alone because of afo influence or anything like that. that was just dumb teen moment and not wanting anyone #else hurt again) #but yeah All Might is going to be very uneasy for a time #not because of shouta specificlly (tho pleeeenttty of guilty feelings there) #but also because it *could* be done. so how does he know there isn't another person it's happening to and afo will really take them over an #be back? #he doesn't #like shouta he'll feel better over actually doing stuff about it #meanwhile shouta is. look he's gunning to dump a lot of those quirks asap he does not do great with ghosts in his head #but they'll figure things out thatll help both of them. have a weird dynamic. closer but also kind bitter. not 'bitter towards each other' #but 'bitter together' ig #anon #pocket talks to people

[shoutaaizawas]

↳ aizawa shouta x reader → “away”

summary: you had been gone all week on a mission with hawks and it gets to aizawa word count: 1.3k+ tags/warnings: light angst, happy ending, arguments a/n: this was requested by @winnies-headcannons​ , thank you!! it’s a challenge to write arguments and keep them in character

Aizawa Shouta was a rational man and a mature one at that. He wasn’t a teenager or even a young adult who was quick to jump to conclusions or act out emotions without thinking. But everyone had their moments.

Aizawa loved you and trusted you fully. When you said that he was the only one for you he believed you even if he couldn’t understand why you would pick an old man like him.

But it had been a bad week. You were both busy. He had his hands full with class 1A and on top of it, his hero work was especially troublesome. As a nice addition, he had been feeling depressed. What made it all the worse was you had been busy too.

You were a top ten hero, it was understandable that you’d be busy. Normally you made time to be home with him as much as possible but you had a lot going on. There was an important mission you had been on. That wasn’t his problem.

The issue is who you had the mission with. Hawks. You were both top ten heroes in their early twenties so it was only normal that you’d end up working together at times. Aizawa could deal with that, he trusted you but it had been a bad week.

It started with pictures of you and Hawks on the news, you had been taking a coffee break but the media saw it as the possible beginning of a new relationship. He wouldn’t blame you for the media, if anything it was his fault for wanting to avoid going public with your relationship. But Aizawa was still a man and seeing everyone get excited about you and Hawks being together upset him.

Then you had been working so much you weren’t even coming home and your texts were far and few between. He understood he had been on missions like that but it still hurt. It wasn’t your fault but he wanted you around, needed you even. But he had to be an adult and brush it aside. He didn’t expect you to drop your mission and put people in danger for his sake.

When you did call to check up on him he could hear Hawks in the background, teasing you and laughing. Interrupting the call, making you laugh and apologize for being distracted. Why did he hate how Hawks made you laugh? Aizawa wasn’t known for being funny but he loved it when he made a joke and it got a laugh from you. You had such a cute laugh. But Hawks doing the same made his stomach churn.

More photos found there way on the news and you looked so close to Hawks, nearly arm and arm as you laughed at something he said. Aizawa hated it, he hated this feeling he knew you would never cheat but seeing you with him made him realize that he couldn’t compare.

Hawks was your age, he was a high ranked hero, he wasn’t burdened with everything Aizawa was burdened with. He wasn’t scarred up or constantly napping to cope with his lifestyle. Hawks was better for you and that’s all he could think.

All week his thoughts terrorized him. All he could think about was Hawks and you. The pictures were burned into his head. The way he made you laugh. He was miserable.

“Baby, I’m home.” You said as you opened the front door, tossing your bag to the ground.

Finally, you were home but instead of the relief, he expected his bad mood only worsened. When he looked at you all he could think was you’d be better off with Hawks.

“You’re going to just throw your stuff around?” He asked in an annoyed tone. You looked at him taken aback by what he said.

“I’m sorry.” You said, grabbing the bag walking to the bedroom to put it there for the time being. “I’m just so tired.”

“Of course you are.” He said, not looking away from his book. “I’m sure Hawks kept you busy.”

You looked at him with your eyebrows pulled together. Walking to the couch he was sitting on, you sat down next to him. You expected him to pull you into a hug at the very least but he didn’t even look at you. It hurt your heart.

“Shouta, did I do something to upset you?” You asked cautiously. You hadn’t even been home all week.

“Why don’t you just run back to Hawks, I’m sure he can give you what you want.” He said to you in a biting tone.

You stared at him in disbelief. Hawks? Was he jealous of Hawks? You had just had an awful week on a rough mission where you lost people you were supposed to save and the one person you wanted to comfort you was accusing you of having feelings for someone else?

The tears welled up in your eyes before you could stop them. You just wanted to come home and hug Shouta, remind yourself that you were alive and he was alive. You wanted him to hold you and tell you everything was going to be okay, that you were still a good hero even if you didn’t save them all.

“I really missed you and I had a really hard week and all I wanted to do was come home to you and you’re accusing me of that?” Your watery eyes and broken tone tore him apart. “I-I thought you trusted me, what did I ever do to make you not trust me?”

The sight of your tears running down your face killed him and he felt like the worst person on the face of the planet. He did trust you, more than anyone. He didn’t actually think you did anything but his anxiety, his depression, made it so hard for him to not snap. He hated himself for saying that.

Now that he looked at you he could see how run down you looked, you had dark circles under your eyes, you had scratches and bruises all over, your eyes were already red before you started crying. He hadn’t even thought that you were suffering just as much as him if not more.

“Baby, no. I’m sorry.” He said pulling you into his embrace. Thankfully you didn’t push him away. He deserved it at this point. “I didn’t mean it, I didn’t mean to snap at you.”

You shuttered in his arms, sobbing quietly. He ran his hand up and down your back like he knew you loved, pressing his forehead against your hair.

“I trust you more than anything, I know you would never do that.” He said. “I was having a bad week too, I missed you so much. I’m so sorry.”

Your cries calmed down and you pulled back looking at him.

“You know I would never.” You said, your tone still wobbly.

“I know, I know you wouldn’t.” He said, cupping your cheek in his hand. “I just kept seeing pictures of you together and everyone talking about what a perfect couple you’d be. I guess I started to think they were right, you shouldn’t waste your time with me.”

“Shouta, no one, I mean no one could ever compare to you.” You said in a serious tone. “Hawks is a fun guy but he gets on my nerves after a while. I’ve been dying to come home to you all week. You’re the most amazing man I’ve ever met, I know there’s no one else out there for me.” You told him.

Aizawa looked into your eyes, taking in your words. He knew they were true even if it was hard to believe it. He leaned forward, pressing a kiss against your lips.

“I’m sorry, can you forgive me?” He asked.

“Of course, Shouta. We all have our moments. We both know you’ve seen plenty of mine.” You teased.

“Do you want to talk about what happened?” He asked, stroking your arm.

“Not right now, can you just hold me?” You asked.

Shouta pulled you into his arms, laying down on the couch. With a deep breath in unison, you both knew you were safe now. Things would be better now that you had each other close and whatever feelings from the week that had existed could slowly melt away in each other’s embrace.

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[mydisasteracademia]

SFW Alphabet: Shouta Aizawa

Ah, the grumpy caterpillar. I love this man so much.

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

He’s a lot like a cat. Generally doesn’t care for public displays of affection, but when he goes to you he likes to do little things like hold your hand or wrap his arm around your waist. He’s quiet with his affection.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Honestly? Not that much different from the usual, aside from him being a little bit more friendly. He’s incredibly private with most matters of his life, but if he’s a good friend at least he’ll go out drinking with you sometimes. Your friendship likely started away from his work, given that he doesn’t like to mix his working and personal lives together.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

If the two of you are alone, he loves cuddling. Sitting on the couch? In bed? He’s curled up to your side, head in your lap as he dozes off. If he’s sitting and reading or going through papers, he might pull you in to sit in his lap and rest his chin on your shoulder as he works.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

This man. This poor man. He utterly sucks at cooking. Can’t make dinner to save his life. Once burnt a grilled cheese sandwich so bad both sides of the bread were black. Still ate it because, well, food. He’s a little better at cleaning, if he could get enough energy to commit to the task. I don’t picture him as the type to settle down. He’s got too much trauma and far too many trust issues to fully commit. That, and he’s a Pro Hero. There is no way in hell he would ever expose his crush/significant other to the stresses that come with being married to a hero.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

He’d probably sit you down and say it flat-out. “I want to break up.” His face is blank, but he’s sad on the inside -- he really liked you and he doesn’t want to end it, but he has to for your own safety. He doesn’t blame you if you hate him after this; it’ll just make it easier to protect you.

F = Fiancé(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Fucking terrified of getting married, and not because he’s a forever bachelor. He was already nervous about getting into a relationship due to his job; he would never be able to live with himself if you got targeted because someone figured out who he was and wanted to get back at him. He would definitely drag it out until you finally demand answers as to why he’s hesitant to take your relationship to the next level.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Shouta is a relatively blunt individual, but he can have his tender moments. These usually happen when you’re alone together and he doesn’t have to keep up appearances. He can get fairly clingy when cuddling up to you and you can see the affection in his eyes and when he speaks to you. But when you’re in public again? The only way you see it is in his eyes and the way his hand lingers near yours.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Doesn’t like hugs when in public. He prefers people keep their distance, but if his students are having a rough day he’s not gonna shove them off if they need a hug. With you, however, he prefers to save any and all outward displays of affection for when you’re alone and he can really unwind. When you’re alone, he loves hugging you.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

You’d probably end up saying it first. He’s really nervous about dropping the L-word in the beginning because he’s paranoid. He’s very protective of his friends, and as long as he considers you a friend, he’s gonna be scared of finally admitting his feelings to you. Might end up saying it to you when he’s totally smashed, and is regretful and avoidant the next morning until you finally corner him about it.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Doesn’t really get jealous easily unless your relationship has progressed quite a bit. He doesn’t mind if Hizashi or Nemuri get really close and affectionate with you because he knows they wouldn’t purposefully try to get a rise out of him like that, and Tensei is respectful and friendly from a distance. He definitely doesn’t get jealous of his students hogging your attention whenever you meet them, because they’re still just kids and he knows you wouldn’t do something stupid. When it comes to other people, however, he can get irritated easily the more friendly they are with you.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

His kisses can be deep and purposeful when you’re alone. He kisses you to make a statement - “I love you”. Sometimes they can be quick but no less meaningful. Just something to get him through the day until he can relax in the evening.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Doesn’t really care. He can handle children well enough, but he doesn’t prefer them. He cares about Eri, but he’s been her guardian for a while and she has her ways of winning over even the most hardened of adults. Generally can handle kids easier than teenagers because he considers them troublesome and unpredictable.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Despite how it might seem, he’s really regimented in the morning and can even get up before you do. He takes his job very seriously and is always awake and sipping some coffee at the same time each morning. Of course he’s going to nap during the day, but that’s during off-time when he doesn’t need to be teaching. (Or when the kids have study time.)

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

He spends the daytime finishing work so that he can come home and relax with you. During the early evening he likes to eat dinner with you and relax on the couch afterwards, head in your lap as you talk about your day. As the night winds down, if he’s not already napping with you on the couch he’s heading to bed with you, curled up with you in a deep sleep.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

He’s really private about himself, and it takes a lot to get him to open up. Usually it’s a couple of things at a time while you’re friends; a story from his time at Yuuei, some silly stories about his friends, maybe something ridiculous that his students did the other day. When he gets really depressed (and you’re far enough into the relationship that he trusts you enough), he might talk of his dead loved ones - Oboro, maybe a previous student that he couldn’t save from a traumatic event, his fears for his current batch.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

To his credit, he has a lot more patience than most would think. He brushes off insults about himself, easy peasy. But even he has his tipping points, and it’s usually when someone insults his friends or students too many times. Especially when they start insinuating that one of his students would be better suited as a villain.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He can be forgetful about little details sometimes, but he remembers the most important things about you. He makes it a point to remember every anniversary and birthday and will sometimes give you little presents he knows you like.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

His favorite memory of you is when you stood up and protected his students during a villain attack. You were out on a shopping trip (really, why can’t they go anywhere without something happening?) and some random villain cornered a group of students and threatened them. You wasted no time in getting between them and the villain and keeping him away from them until he could be subdued.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

He can be incredibly protective of you. Due to his job, both as a Pro and as a teacher, not a day goes by that he doesn’t worry about you being caught up in an attack, especially by the League. He would drop everything to aid you if you were attacked (especially considering you aren’t a hero). Although he doesn’t go looking for it, he greatly appreciates it when you’ve got his back too.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

He does do his best to split things with you, but sometimes he’s too overworked and he has to shift some responsibility onto you. He hates doing this and tries to do his fair share so that you don’t get frustrated. He does his best to do things for anniversaries and dates, but his schedule is packed and unstable, and he sometimes has to apologize and reschedule. If he knows he can’t make something, he does leave you a present and a written apology.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

He can be standoffish and curt, especially in public. He has an image he wants to uphold, and he doesn’t appreciate attempts to undermine that. He can be fairly lazy when he wants to be and naps quite a bit.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

He’s not that concerned. As long as he doesn’t look like he just rolled out of bed five seconds ago, he’s good. He does make attempts to clean up nicely when it comes to press conferences, as rare as they are.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

To be blunt, not really. He appreciates your company, but if you broke it off, he would be able to move on.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

I have this serious headcanon that Hizashi bought Eri a matching sleeping bag because she wanted to be like Shouta, and his heart promptly melted. The two take naps together during some afternoons and it’s the cutest thing in the world.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Anything villainous or dangerous. He wants to make sure his friends, colleagues, and students are save above all else, and if he suspects that you’re either a turncoat or a dangerous person? He’s going to call you on it. He doesn’t appreciate judgmental people, either. Say one comment about his kids and he’s already looking at you a little more cautiously.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Horrible sleep schedule. Considering his full-time job being a teacher now (as well as the occasional mission undercover), he doesn’t get nearly as much sleep as he should. He staves it off somewhat with coffee, but it’s an extremely common sight to see him get into his sleeping bag and just doze.

#sfw alphabet #aizawa shouta #shouta aizawa #eraserhead

[tsukoyomi-fumikage]

Sick (ShouToko)

Shoji X Tokoyami

Excited screeching - I loved writing this one, ngl

Prompt - Tokoyami goes to Shoji in the middle of the night feeling sick - It looks much worse than any simple sickness though; Cue Concerned!Shoji

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Shoji awoke to a hand on his blanket, clenching at it, shaking violently. Immediately, he thought the worst, eyes flying open and arms automatically grabbing the person next to him, throwing them back onto the floor full-force. There wasn't any fight, the small body landing with a harsh thump, no movement coming from them. Mezo fought to wake up more, to understand what was happening - was this a dream? No, no dream of his ever felt this real. Then why was someone in his room?

"O-ow..."

Mezo knew that voice. His eyes widened and his heart ached at the immense guilt that flooded through it, like a tidal wave crashing into a building, demolishing everything. His throat tightened, now suddenly dry as he stammered his boyfriend's name out; "T-Tokoyami?"

"I... I didn't mean to scare you..." Fumikage's voice was choked, raw from crying himself - Shoji remembered the hand, how it had been trembling, and wondered how he could've been so stupid. "I just... hmmnn."

That didn't sound good - the smaller teenager's voice was cut off from a whimper of pain, which didn't sound like any noise the student had ever made before, concerning Shoji instantly.

Fighting out of his duvet, he made his way over to the shadowy lump on the floor, kneeling down towards him, hoping his non-masked face wasn't creepy at all to his already scared lover. "What did you hit? Where does it hurt?"

"No, I-" The more Tokoyami came into view, the more Mezo realized he was clutching at his chest and head, doubled over from whatever agony he was experiencing. His mouth clenched tightly in pain at just watching him. "I'm... I don't feel well..."

Well, now Shoji felt like a professional asshole.

"Sick?" He hesitantly reached a hand to feel at his head, pushing back at his feathers, which were puffed up from distress. Quills and all, he could still feel the burning fever under his sensitive palm, and he frowned. "Yes, it appears you are."

Fumikage leaned into his touch, shaking, eyes squeezed shut. Shoji knew he needed to do something - anything - to make him feel better. "I think we need to go to someone who can help." As much as Mezo wanted to just hold his boyfriend in his arms, he knew it wouldn't help him in reality. "Iida? Or should we go to Aizawa-Sensei?"

There wasn't a response.

"Tokoyami?"

"I... dunno..." His voice was slowly becoming more slurred; words mixing together and his usual, well thought out sentences were quickly being reduced to garbled, uttered messages.

"Okay, alright.." Mezo steadied himself into a better position, easily wrapping his mutant-arms around Fumikage, lifting him like he weighed a pillow, surrounding him with protection and warmth, although unsure if the latter was good for someone with a fever. Fumikage's head flopped uselessly against his chest, spurring his usual protective instincts. This was bad, really bad. "Uhm, Aizawa then? I'm really worried, Fumi'."

Now he knew he wasn't going to get a response - the only reassurance that he was still with him was the quiet puffed out breaths, light and uneven. What sickness did this to a person? Mezo realized he really didn't want to find out.

Standing up shakily, the nerves hitting him, he grabbed one of his masks and made his way to the door, thankful he was a minimalist, therefore not having to dodge any unwanted items laying on the ground, like tables and stools. Thinking back to the task at hand, Mezo realized Tokoyami's body was completely limp now, and he clutched tighter in fear, twisting the doorknob and letting them both out, being careful to close the door quietly behind him.

Shoji had never been to his homeroom teachers room before, but luckily, he knew where it was - the very top floor. Being quiet while being a large six-tentacled teenager may sound difficult, but Mezo easily glided through the corridors and up the stairs, past his classmates rooms until finally, he made it. One of Tokoyami's eyes opened, the single movement gaining his attention - at least he was awake now, that was good, right?

He knocked on the door, albeit a bit too frantic for his liking; his nerves were so shot that even he was shaking, or maybe Fumikage's tremors had leaked into his body. Mezo wasn't quite sure at this point. Morphing a spare hand, he pressed it against his boyfriend's feathered cheek, feeling his breath on his hand, ghosting over it gently. It was so... unrealistic. God, what was happening?

The door creaked open slightly, the slit in the frame giving way to a tired-looking man, raven hair tied up in a loose bun, one black, exhausted eye staring back at him. "Shoji?" Clearly Aizawa hadn't noticed the trembling ball in his grasp. "Oh, wait." The door opened a bit more so the teacher could see better, now with both of his eyes. "Tokoyami?"

"He's.. sick?" Shoji felt put on the spot here - he really wanted help, but he didn't know how to explain how he'd even found Fumikage to begin with, much less what was happening to him. "He woke me up, and he, he was all slurred and shaking. I didn't know what to do."

Shota nodded, eyes narrowing. "On any normal circumstance I would say just let him sleep it off, but nothing about this looks normal." Now the door was fully open, and the teacher stood off to the side. "Come in, place him on the couch."

The student felt a tiny bit awkward walking into his teacher's flat, however he knew it would only be beneficial to his boyfriend. He stroked at his face affectionately when Aizawa jogged off to grab something. "It's going to be alright, Fumi'. Okay?"

Crimson eyes, glazed over with sickness, looked into his black ones, and the bird-teen's beak curled up into a smile, something that was both relieving and concerning. "I... trust you."

As per the teacher's instructions, he placed him down onto the sofa, kneeling besides him, arm protectively lay over his chest, covering most of his body from the world. Aizawa walked back in a few seconds later, carrying his phone, a glass with a straw, a thermometer and what appeared to be a hot-water bottle. Placing all of the items down on the coffee table, he picked up the thermometer, handing it to Mezo. "Check his temperature - Although it was probably easy to tell he had a fever from you holding him, I need to know how high it is."

The tentacle hero nodded, taking the item in his right hand, transferring it over to his left to free up his right arm to life Tokoyami's head up. Again, those sluggish crimson eyes opened at stared right into his soul. "Can you open your mouth?"

Silently, the bird-teen complied, and Mezo put the instrument into his mouth, waiting for the usual beep. When it did, he took a quick glance at the number: forty degrees Celsius (104F). Not great, but not the worst thing Shoji had witnessed today. Aizawa read over the number, sighing, handing the glass to the student. "Now get him to drink while I call the school - he's going to have to get tomorrow off."

"Shouldn't you wait until they are awake?" Mezo wasn't normally the one to talk back, but he felt the need to know. Having Shota Aizawa, this usually aloof and depressed man actually express urgency wasn't doing him much good. "Is it that bad?" Shoji didn't know shit about fevers and sickness, and heck, if mutant-bird-students fevers were even like the average sickness.

"It's not bad, don't worry, he just needs a lot of rest and maybe some medication." Shoji nodded shakily, lifting his boyfriend up even further to allow him to drink from the straw. "Someone'll have to keep an eye on him."

"I don't mind, Aizawa-Sensei."

The Erasure hero chuckled. "I didn't think you would."

...

By the time Tokoyami became more aware of his surroundings, he noticed he was curled into Shoji's gigantic arms, and appeared to be in his boyfriend's room, light just barely flooding through curtains, symbolizing how early it must've been. He felt as if he hadn't slept in years.

"Are you awake?"

The sick student flinched at the sudden words, eyes moving upwards to find his boyfriend - of course it was him, why was he so stupid? "I... think so?" He spoke before he even got the chance to think about it; If this was supposed to be his mind trying to make a joke, it wasn't exactly funny. "What.. happened?"

"You woke me up around three hours ago, all shaky and sick, and turns out you have a bug, but it'll run its course in a few days, hopefully - or so, Aizawa-Sensei said."

He thumped his head against the pillow in an attempt to not look as embarrassed as he felt. "Okay.. Then why am I in here?"

"Aizawa said someone needed to stay with out, and I didn't think you were one to appreciate our teacher making sure you aren't dying."

Tokoyami leaned forward, burrowing his face into Mezo's shirt. "I owe you one..."

"You don't owe me anything, Fumi'." A morphed mouth pressed a kiss onto his feathered head, and Tokoyami couldn't help but smile at the affection. "I just wish for you to get better."

#bnha fumikage tokoyami #bnha mezo shoji #bnha fumikage #bnha shoji #bnha tokoshoji #bnha shoutoko #bnha shotoko #bnha fanfiction #bnha hurt/comfort #bnha aizawa

[shutupandshipit]

Little Life - Ch.7

Summary:  A baby could ruin his career before it had even started. If anyone found out, he would be kicked out of the Hero Course at the very least and UA at the very worst. Even then, how was he supposed to care for a baby once it arrived? He was a fucking seventeen-year-old boy, not a twenty-nine-year-old omega with their shit at least somewhat together.

…..

Or where Katsuki get pregnant, but is determined to make it to graduation. No matter what it takes.

Pairing: Bakudeku

Rating: T (just for language mostly)

Chapter: 7/16

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Chapter 8 -> Next

Master Post

Chapter 7: 5 Months

Katsuki groaned salaciously, melting into his nest with the roll and push of Deku's hot, hot, hot hands against his skin. "Oh yeah, right there, you perfect, prefect alpha. Oh my god~"

Above him, Izuku laughed warmly, bending to nuzzle into the back of Katsuki's neck. "You really weren't kidding. You're so tense. I don't know how you were even moving. You must have been in a lot of pain."

"Do you think I'd have be bitching if I were kidding?" Katsuki asked, but his voice lacked the usual bite, drunk on bliss. He purred loudly, and his back bowed up, chasing the feel of Izuku's hands.

"You're so responsive today. It's kind of nice." Izuku moved down his body, kneading away every knot and tense muscle. His hands and lips spent an exorbitant amount of time on his ass, but Katsuki couldn't find it in him to protest.

Instead of starting something like Katsuki assumed he would, he continued down his thighs and calves, spending time gently rubbing his feet and flexing every toe before coaxing him into his back and working his way back up. He paused at his hands until Katsuki nearly drifted off, pressing his thumbs into calloused flesh and nuzzling at the cups of his palms. His attention was nearly reverential.

It was only when he was straddling Katsuki's hips again, working his arms and chest, that he spoke. His voice dragged Katsuki out of a literal endorphin and pheromone induced haze, gentle and curious. "I didn't really notice before, but your nipples have changed color." He idly ran the soft pads of his thumbs over Katsuki's nipples. They immediately hardened, and Katsuki shivered involuntarily. "Yeah, they're like a brownish-red instead of their usual soft greyish-pink." He repeated the motion, and Katsuki's body responded in kind.

He wanted to snap Izuku's fingers off for the almost clinical way he was inspecting him, but Katsuki's omega had other ideas.

Izuku's expression was alight with fascination. "Does that feel good, Kacchan? Your nipples have never been very sensitive, but they're really sensitive now. I wonder why."

'I'm pregnant, you absolute lovable dolt,' Katsuki thought, 'Figure it out already!'

Instead of saying that, he bucked his hips to flip Izuku onto his back, following to slot between his spread knees. He pressed their hips flush. "Less talking, more kissing," he demanded, and Izuku surged up to meet his lips enthusiastically. Katsuki had never once imagined how good kissing felt before, but since he'd had Izuku's lips for his own, he could never quite get enough.

Afterwards, when they were both properly exhausted and Izuku was lovingly running his fingers through his hair, he whispered, "I really love that you're my mate, Kacchan, and I'm happy that we can be together in the open now. I'm the luckiest alpha in the world."

The enormity of his secret loomed over him again as it so often did these days, souring his mood. He didn't let the mood take hold, and turned his nose into Izuku's neck in response. Words were still hard. He'd always had to show his emotions through action.

As the emotion receded back into its sealed box, he couldn't help but think, 'You might not feel that way after you find out what I've been hiding.' He shoved that thought into his chest of secrets as well, locking everything away to hold close.

.....

Fear reared its head when Aizawa called him into his office after class one day. He had to consciously repress the anxiety in his scent as he gingerly sat on the couch that took up too much space in the tiny room that was connected to the rest of his rooms. He felt enclosed, captured, like the walls were bearing down over him and would at any moment clamp down on top of him.

The anxiety only built when Aizawa didn't say anything, only continued to sip at whatever was in his mug. Katsuki hoped it was vodka to make him less perceptive, but he knew he wasn't that lucky. He just hoped he was lucky enough to make it through this meeting with secrets and faculties fully intact.

"How are you doing in classes and with training?"

Katsuki startled, narrowing his eyes at the unexpected question.

Aizawa sighed tiredly and leaned back in his seat, crossing an ankle over his knee. "Calm down, Bakugou, you're not in trouble. This conversation would have started very differently if you were."

As Katsuki unfortunately knew first hand. "I am calm, sir."

Leveling an unimpressed look at him, Aizawa said, "I can smell your anxiety from here as much as you're trying to hide it, trouble kid. Like I said, you're not in trouble."

That really didn't make him feel any better, but he tried to slow the tripping rhythm of his heart. "You know how I'm doing. You're my teacher."

"Analytically, yes. On paper, I can see how you're doing; how much progress your making, what shortcomings you're working through, your grades. Paper can't tell me how you're emotionally holding up. You and your classmates haven't had an easy two years here, and it's my job to make sure you graduate at your full potential, or at least as close to it as I can get you." Aizawa took another sip before setting the mug down and crossing his arms. "I've been seeing some strange behavior from you since the start of the year. A de-evolution of your devotional training schedule and dietary habits. The exhaustion I've observed from you during training and class would be normal for everyone else with how hard you push, but not for you specifically. And as barely sociable as you were before, you've almost completely isolated yourself from everyone except for Midoriya and Kirishima it seems. While I don't think this is the case, I am obligated as your teacher and mentor to make sure you are still in good mental health.

"So, I'm going to ask you a question that will make you extremely uncomfortable. Are you harboring any suicidal ideas and/or have you ever or considered intentionally harming yourself?"

Katsuki's brain completely shut down for the duration of an entire minute as he tried to internalize the literal insanity of that question.

Finally, he sputtered, "N-n-no! What the fuck?"

"Everything I just talked about can be symptoms of depression and suicidal thoughts. You wouldn't be the first student I've intercepted before doing something stupid. You wouldn't be the first student to feel like that if you do. You can see how I'd be concerned about you, especially in an individual like yourself whose habits have not changed in two years."

"I'm not suicidal!" Katsuki shouted indignantly.

"Then do you still want to be a hero?"

"What the fuck kind of questions are these? Of course I still want to be a hero! I'm not going to let that damn nerd be Number one! Who do you think I am?"

Aizawa sighed grudgingly. "Someone with a lot of drive, but also a teenager under a lot of stress. You're scent has changed, did you notice?"

"So?"

Aizawa stared back silently.

"I am not suicidal!" Katsuki reiterated. How selfish would he be to be considering suicide with a helpless life growing inside him that hadn't gotten a say in the matter?

"Then what? Scents don't just change. Is it the stress? Depression? Anxiety? Something else I'm not aware of?"

He was just not going to let up, and Katsuki swallowed as heat flooded his cheeks. "I- Izu- D-Deku and I are... mated. At the beginning of the year." He wanted to combust and crawl his way down to hell.

"Ah." Aizawa leaned his head back on the edge of his chair, closing his eyes.

"Ah?!"

"Yes, well, the sexual education system is extraordinarily lacking in terms of how a mating bond changes you, and that explains it. It also gives me more insight into your personal relationships that I am, frankly, uncomfortable with." He raised his head again, grimacing as he did. "Well, now I'm obligated to have a different discussion that I was not prepared for. I'm going to take the benefit of the doubt and assume you're being careful. Despite the low probability, you know what will happen to your career if you get pregnant while at school?"

Katsuki's face was hot for several different reasons now, and he worked desperately to reel in his scent. "I'm not stupid," he grit out even though he definitely absolutely was. He was possibly the stupidest person on the face of the planet.

But his teacher didn't have to know that.

"Good. I advise you stop by the nurse's office to get on a course of birth control. Use protection if you decide to get physical. You can go now."

Katsuki was out of his seat like someone had set him on fire, and all but sprinted from the room and out to the grass behind the dorms. He inhaled the cooling air until he'd calmed down enough to stop pulling at his hair.

Sitting on the steps, he stared up at the tree tops where the sun was quickly burning the sky away. There was a flutter, a turn in his stomach, and he stared down at his own body in wonder.

He knew that at some point he'd be able to feel the baby moving, but he hadn't expected it. Even less he'd been expecting the rush of love and excitement that flushed away the vestiges of his discussion with Aizawa.

He placed a tentative hand over his stomach, and there was the flutter again, as if they were responding to his touch. The tears came in a torrent, and he pinched the bridge of his nose. "God-fucking-dammit," he whispered miserably.

"Bakugou?"

"Oh, fucking kill me now," he growled before peaking over at Izuku's best friend. Why couldn't he just have one moment where someone didn't catch him crying? "What do your want, Round Face?"

She smiled gently before tilting her head back towards the dorms. "Let's talk. I have something I want to talk to you about."

"Jesus," he bit out, but more out of obligation to his mate than actual want to talk to the only other omega in their class, he dried his face and followed her inside.

.....

Katsuki was not expecting an honest to god 'shovel talk' when he followed the small brunette into her room. He really wasn't expecting it when she set a cup of peppermint tea in front of him and curled her legs beneath her on her bed, a steaming cup in her own hands. It was uncomfortably familiar to how Aizawa had started everything, and the fluttering in his stomach became nausea rather than his baby moving.

"What do you want, Round Face? I'm not really in the mood for a chat," he muttered gloomily, staring down at the cup. He was intensely aware that she'd seen him crying, and he hated the thought. Only Izuku, Kirishima and All Might had ever seen him cry save for the singular time his parents had when he'd presented. He was severely off balance from the thought.

Ochako pursed her lips for a long moment before saying, "I'm going to put this very simply and bluntly, Bakugou. If you ever hurt Deku, I will kill you and make it look like an accident. I'll rip out your throat and bury you so deep that by the time you're found again, the term will have gone from 'grave robbing' to 'archaeology', and mark my words, you will not have a grave. You'll drift from memory as the 'hero that never was'. Do you understand?" Her voice was calm, almost cordial, but the look in her eyes... She'd definitely learned that from Izuku.

Katsuki laughed without humor, bracing a hand on his forehead as heat pressed in at his eyes again. "Why do you assume I'm going to hurt him?"

"Well, you have a notoriously bad track record for being nice to him. You've hurt him more than you will ever know, and he's working really hard to get over everything you put him through. Honestly, I think this whole thing is just a disgusting form of Stolkholm Syndrome. I'm not going to let you hurt him like that again."

Another hollow laugh. "You don't have to tell me. I know well enough. I don't need your meddling, nosy ass to tell me. But we're mates. It's different now."

"Is it?" The tone in her voice had changed, becoming hard and harsh. Flat like he'd never heard her voice go before. "Then why haven't you told Deku that you're pregnant?"

Katsuki's head snapped up, and the tears escaped before he could stop them. 'No. No. Nonononononononono! Fuck!' And underneath the shock was anger.

Ochako huffed, setting her cup down on her beside table. "Don't look so surprised. I'm not an idiot. One plus one equals two, Bakugou. One being the frankly weird shit you've been doing and the other being stuff from Deku. Before you get mad, it was just him honestly gushing about your relationship."

Actually, the anger had been thinking Kirishima had outed him for reasons he couldn't father. It was more than a relief to know that his best friend still knew how to keep his mouth shut.

"I'm not stupid, and neither is anyone else, but as a fellow omega and a woman, I know my fair share about pregnancy because I made the effort to learn about my body. That, and well, a stint as a kid where pregnancy fascinated me. My point still stands. If I figured it out, there may be more people suspecting..." She trailed off, eyes tracking over his face. "Then again, probably not since no one else is an omega. They probably think you're acting weird because of the 'new' mate bond."

Katsuki didn't answer, and reached for the cup as he felt the burn of bile at the back of his throat.

Ochako sighed, and the hard expression she sported dropped into her more usual soft expression. She grabbed her own cup. They drank in silence until Katsuki couldn't take it anymore.

Slowly, he bent until his forehead pressed to his knees and choked out, "You can't tell him. Please."

"Don't hurt yourself there, Bakugou," she said, voice light.

He snapped back up, anger boiling in his stomach. "Don't take this so lightly, Round Face! I'm being-"

She cut him off with a wave of her hand. "Serious, yes, I am taking this seriously. I'm an omega, Bakugou, and a woman, like I said before. I know what this means for the both of you if the wrong person finds out. I'm not stupid, and I'm not heartless. I want to see all of us become heroes." She smiled softly before her smile fell away, becoming serious again. "But you've been reckless. You need to be more careful with your body."

"I'm being as careful as I can, but I can't back down too much or I'll get caught."

She sighed. "Fair enough." Pressing her fingers together, she pursed her lips. "You're going to have to tell him eventually, especially before the birth. He literally has to be there. You know the success rate otherwise."

"Yeah, I've done my fucking research, Ochako. I'm not a goddamn imbecile," he growled.

"Honestly, you could have fooled me."

Katsuki snarled in reply.

"But for the sake of my best friend and his career and for the baffling love he has for you, I'll support you as much as I can. That way you'll give birth to a strong healthy baby! The fact that that baby is going to make him literally the happiest person in the world is the only reason I'm being nice here."

"Jesus, between you and Shitty Hair, I'll be getting enough paternal pheromones that Deku won't need to be in the picture," he groused, but that was a lie. No one could ever replace Izuku.

"Dirty lies," Ochako chirped.

Katsuki thought that would be the last of it, but one talk turned into Katsuki teaching her how to sew and knit which ultimately turned into long quiet hours of putting together onsie after onsie.

He wanted to hate it, he really did, but the feeling of growing his tiny little pack of soon to be five was intoxicating. So, he indulged. Izuku being excited about him making friends with Ochako was only an added bonus.

#my hero academia #mha #bakudeku #dekubaku #bakugou katsuki #midoriya izuku #omegaverse #omega!katsuki #alpha!izuku #my writing #multi-chapter #little life

[dillonswrds]

Idiots and Love//Bakugou Katsuki

Word Count: 1.2k 

Rating: Teen

Prompt: “Why are you avoiding me?”

“Because... Because I think I’m in love with you, okay?”

Warnings: Coarse Language

Part 1 of ? 2 3

Notes: This is the first part of a series centring around my oc, Makoto and Bakugou. None of the oneshots are explicitly connected, but they could be if you squint? Anyway, Makoto’s quirk lets her do basically the same things a deer can. She has antlers, and her nickname from Bakugou is ‘Deer Girl’. She struggles with depression, and it’s not really mentioned in these first two, but it’s brought up in the third one. Also, this is my absolute favourite oneshot I’ve written so far ngl.

Makoto was waiting outside the door of the classroom for her group of friends, or more specifically, Kirishima and Bakugou. Bakugou had a question for Aizawa sensei, and Kiri had opted to go with him. So, she had decided that she’d wait for them. Finally, the two boys walked out of the classroom, Kirishima chatting about something and Bakugou Scowling, as usual.

It took a moment, but finally, the two recognized their friend waiting. Kirishima noticed first, grinning and waving at her.

“Hey, Mako!” He called, giving her a quick side hug. Bakugou looked at the deer-esque girl, his usual scowl on his face.

“Oi, deer girl, why are you here? You stalking us?” He scoffed, throwing his arm around her shoulders. Makoto rolled her eyes, smiling softly and pushing his arm off of her shoulders.

“Sorry, Bakuhoe didn’t realize that being a good friend made me a stalker,” she laughed, lightly punching his arm as the three of them walked towards the lunchroom. However, as Makoto chatted with Kirishima and glanced up at Bakugou, she found something changing in the way she felt about him.

The loud, kind of aggressive friendship that filled their insults and conversations was nice, but she found herself craving something more between them. She managed to keep up a normal conversation, but her mind was occupied with her feelings.

The day passed quickly, and Makoto decided that she’d avoid Bakugou and their mutual friends until she figured out what she wanted to do about her feelings. It pained her to avoid someone she cared for, whether it be platonically or romantically, but it was still the best course of action to prevent anyone except her getting hurt.

So, rather than waiting around to say goodbye to anyone, as soon as school ended she hurried home. She felt guilty, scared that her friends would think they did something wrong. She resisted checking the texts her friends were inevitably sending her. She could feel her phone buzzing against her thigh, presumably from either Mina or, god forbid, Bakugou. They were almost definitely wondering why she had ditched them, and then when she faced the inevitable and finally talked to them, how would she explain it? Maybe she could confide in Sero, Mina, and maybe even Kiri, but what would she tell Bakugou?

She finally reached her doorstep, unlocking the front door and quickly heading to her room after the door was shut behind her. Hesitantly, Makoto pulled out her phone and sat on the edge of her bed. 3 texts from Mina wondering where she had gone, 1 from Kaminari asking if she was okay, 4 from Kirishima asking both where she went and if she was okay, and then letting her know Bakugou was worried about her. And indeed he was, with ten texts that made her heart pound.

Bakuhoe: Hey, deer girl, where are you?

Bakuhoe: Oi

Bakuhoe: Why’d you ditch us?

Bakuhoe: Are you okay?

Bakuhoe: Makoto?

Bakuhoe: Where the hell are you?

Bakuhoe: Did I do something?

Bakuhoe: Come on, why won’t you just fuckin talk to me??

Bakuhoe: Alright fine.

Bakuhoe: See you tomorrow?

After rereading the texts a few times, she finally decided on a nice, believable lie that would work for the time being, at least.

Me: Sup Bakuhoe? I’m fine, just went home right away, my dad needed me to get something. See you tomorrow!

Makoto sighed, relieved she had gotten away with the lie for now. She had no intention of talking to him tomorrow, but that was a problem for tomorrow. For now, however, her first priority was homework.

The next day came far too fast for Makoto’s liking, but she headed to school all the same. She kept a careful eye out for her friends, avoiding them when they were with Bakugou and only stopping to exchange a quick greeting before hurrying off. She kept that routine up for a few days, the whole time feeling awful and growing more and more exhausted as she lost sleep over what she was doing. It felt awful, but she was sure that keeping her distance was less harmful.

Still, after a few days, her guard was significantly lowered, and she was less vigilant about watching her surroundings. That was why a certain someone finally managed to grab her in the hallways.

Makoto was walking to the library to study, rather than going to the lunchroom. That’s what she had been planning on doing, at least. Her plans were cut short when a rough, calloused hand grabbed her arm, pulling her into a small hallway off of the main one. She yelped, prepared to run until she saw a familiar face. A familiar face she was desperately trying to avoid.

Oh, fuck.

Bakugou’s eyebrows furrowed, his ever-present scowl deepening as he watched her face, his beautiful crimson eyes unreadable. He didn’t seem angry, and he wasn’t yelling, which meant that Makoto was in serious shit.

“H-hey Bakuhoe,” she laughed awkwardly, desperately trying to lighten the mood. Needless to say, it didn’t work.

“Makoto,” He started, his voice quieter than she had ever heard it before (Which wasn’t very quiet, but he wasn’t yelling, at least.) “Why the fuck are you avoiding me?” She took a deep breath, internally swearing. She couldn’t exactly keep lying, could she? She sighed, looking down at the floor, scared of meeting his flame-coloured eyes.

“Because… because I think I’m in love with you, okay? But I was scared, and I didn’t want to hurt you but I just think you’re amazing and you deserve so much better than me. I mean, I… I’m fucked up, and I’m not even really that strong and if I even live to see graduation what’s the chance I’ll even become a pro? You deserve someone stronger than me, both mentally and physically, and I just… I thought it’d be better if I avoided the problem,” she finished, tears forming in her emerald eyes. There was silence between the two teenagers for a moment.

Finally, Bakugou tilted her chin up with his pointer finger. Makoto was genuinely confused and blinked up at her friend.

Before she could say anything, Bakugou crashed his lips roughly to hers, pressing his hand to the small of her back. Makoto was shocked, her eyes wide. Her hands pressed up against his chest, her fingers gently curling into his white shirt as she let her eyes flutter shut. Finally, the two had to break apart for air, leaving her disappointed. This was something Makoto had been craving for a while, whether she knew it or not, and she didn’t want it to end.

“Don’t you fucking dare say things like that again,” He growled softly. “You’re not weak, and you are going to become a pro hero, okay?” She nodded wordlessly, still gripping onto his shirt for dear life.

“I… I know this is gonna be annoying, but do… do you actually like me?” She asked, gently nibbling on her lower lip. Bakugou scoffed, resting his hand on her cheek gently.

“Obviously, dumbass. I don’t just kiss anyone who confesses to me,’ he murmured, kissing Makoto more gently this time. She was so drunk off the kiss that she didn’t even notice when the bell rang and students began flooding the main hallway.

Unfortunately, Kirishima, Kaminari, Mina, and Sero were the ones to find them, which resulted in a lot of squealing and picture snapping on Mina’s part, and Bakugou getting a lot of praise from Kirishima and Kaminari. Still, Makoto didn’t really mind. These dumbasses were her friends, after all.

#katsuki bakugō #mha bakugou #bnha bakugou #bakugou katsuki #bnha oc #bnha #mha #bakugou x oc

[big-stupid-jellyfish]

i accidentally even more

for neavi and doc who both fuel my attempts at writing about shinsou hitoshi in class a.

1,9k words, shinsou, tokoyami, dark shadow, graphic descriptions of depression

Shinsou was getting used to the dormitory, but no amount of preparation made him ready for Tokoyami's room. He expected a certain kind of... atmosphere in a room belonging to a teenager who unironically wore a choker and painted his nails in black, but some elements of decor were plain too distracting. Shinsou stared.

"I have exhausted all embarrassment from how others react to my room back on the day when everyone decided to visit each other's rooms," Tokoyami noted with dry sarcasm, unfazed by his classmate gawking at the surroundings.

Tokoyami's sense of humour was scarce, often hidden in vague metaphors or mild self-deprecation. When Shinsou noticed that, he thought he rather liked it.

"What kind of a highschool student has a fake sword hanging on the wall of his room anyway?" Shinsou dared to take a jab, hoping it sounded friendly enough to be harmless.

"Aesthetic," Tokoyami nodded to himself solemnly. "And it's not fake." His tone was light, and feathers on his crest puffed a little. Smiling wasn't really an option for him, with that beak instead of mouth, but he was expressive enough.

Slightly encouraged by a somewhat successful attempt at small talk, Shinsou returned his attention to the textbooks piling on the table. The class was split into pairs for a small project due next week.

Shinsou didn't enjoy collaborations: his classmates always seemed to make more effort than him, or more easily achieved things Shinsou struggled with, or the matchups were plain unpleasant to deal with. He was cautious of his current assignment in the new class. His assigned partner was several tiers above Shinsou, he understood that. So Shinsou's primary goal was to not disgrace himself in his first serious academic project.

Dark Shadow flickered on the table, comically small, despite the fact that it was lit by a table lamp - the only source of light in the room in the moment. Shisnou wondered if the entity wanted attention, willingly exposing itself to the bright light that was supposedly withering it. Tokoyami made an expression - feathers puffing, unblinking eyes trained on Shadow squarely - that Shinsou guessed to be a frown, and the entity crawled down the table. For a moment it seemed as if it wanted to throw a textbook with itself, but it didn't, just hiding behind Tokoyami's chair and mimicking his pose perfectly. Or maybe shadowing him.

Not for the first time Shinsou wondered how Tokoyami's quirk worked. He saw a lot of unique quirks, got closer to understanding how others used their talents ever since watching students compete at Sports Festival, but almost all that information was merely tactical intel. He couldn't compete with someone who could blast his face off before he greeted his opponent.

But a quirk that created a sentient companion for life? That got Shinsou's attention in ways more than about just learning how to evade the attacks while trying to get his opponent talking.

It was almost shameful, but Shinsou was intensely curious if he could brainwash Dark Shadow.

Not really a thing one can ask the classmate casually about.

"Does it misbehave?" Shinsou asked, apparently unable to hold his mouth shut.

Tokoyami looked back at Dark Shadow, and Dark Shadow turned its head beack in perfect sync, but there was still impression that the entity behaved this way deliberately, and there was no need for it to act like a real shadow. Funnily, Tokoyami and Dark Shadow both cast their own shadows. Shinsou felt a little crowded with this many dark figures in one room with him.

"Yes, it does." Tokoyami's feathers flattened on his head, as if he was embarrassed. "It depends on the light level," he said and noticed Shinsou automatically casting a glance at the dark room, questioning him silently. "I prefer to keep it dark most of the time so I can get used to Dark Shadow being strong and resisting. So I can control it better," Tokoyami explained seriously.

It did make sense, Shinsou thought. The entity behind his classmate snipped something rude about Tokoyami, and Shinsou wondered for the first time what was it like, to live with something sentient and constantly battling for control.

"Was it hard earlier?" Shinsou dared his luck. Tokoyami seemed to not mind his questions. Maybe he was too polite to tell Shinsou to knock it off and not pry. Shinsou tried to push that thought away.

Tokoyami cocked his head, resembling a magpie more than ever.

"Almost all my childhood I had to sleep with lights on until I learned to suppress Dark Shadow in my sleep," he said. Suddenly, he turned to Shinsou sharply and asked: "Was it hard for you earlier?"

Taken aback, Shinsou blinked at him for several seconds. Memories of childhood, confusing and upsetting, rose from the depths of what he wished to forget.

He understood the concept of trading facts and information, though. He asked Tokoyami personal things, it was fair for him to ask Shinsou back.

Shinsou laughed awkwardly, putting his hand on the back of his neck in awkward habit.

"Let's just say that when you can brainwash people since age four, the hardest part is to learn that you are in fact brainwashing people." He didn't intend to sound that cynical, but he couldn't help it. The memories were biting too hard him right now, faces of his parents - blank, scared, resentful - too bright before his eyes.

He stared at textbooks, thinking that if he didn't open his mouth, they'd just do their assignment instead of sharing unpleasant details of their upbringing.

"Sounds terrific," Tokoyami said curtly, and didn't pry further. Shinsou envied his sense of tact.

A loaded pause filled the poorly lit room. Dark Shadow was curling behind boys, pretendingly disinterested in conversation.

"It is uncertain if Dark Shadow is me," Tokoyami said, unprompted. "My parents' quirks are nothing like it, and they couldn't afford quirk examination." He looked back again at Shadow looming over him, then cast a glance on Shinsou who sat in his chair still, unsure why Tokoyami was sharing these particular detail. "Sensei always insists on training quirks themselves. I can't help thinking that once I reach a certain level of control of it I'll hit the ceiling. Unless I know what Dark Shadow really is."

Shinsou mused on his words. Quirk examinations were expensive, as he heard, and not very reliable. He wondered why Tokoyami sounded expectant just now, but then he remembered Aizawa's speech when he insisted that Shinsou's quirk could help others with developing their powers. He wanted to laugh at that, at the implication that apparently one of his classmates took this speech seriously.

But Shinsou couldn't deny that this way his curiosity would be satisfied.

"Funny. I was just thinking if it's possible to brainwash Dark Shadow," he smiled crookedly, deliberate choice of words used in hopes to scare Tokoyami away. The idea was stupid. Dangerous, too - Shinsou supposed that if he was to mind control his classmates and order them around to use their quirks, that should be happening under teachers' supervision.

Dark Shadow appeared in their line of vision, holes of its eyes drilling Shinsou. It was entirely possible it was keeping quiet precisely because Shinsou was around.

Tokoyami noticed his companion intruding them silently.

"I'd try it," he said. "You can feel the person you're controlling, can't you?"

Shinsou nodded, still not quite believing his classmate was serious about this.

"I'm against it," Dark Shadow finally opened its beak to protest, turned to its owner.

Shinsou noted it was trying to avoid even accidentally answering him. But it talked. That was good enough.

"If you're against it, I can brainwash Tokoyami and order him to order you around, it's no big deal," he poked at Dark Shadow.

"Wha-" Dark Shadow snapped at him, indignant, and Shinsou felt the pull of his quirk webbing around the entity. He managed to notice Tokoyami's alarmed expression, clearly shocked at implication of him being brainwashed, but he focused on Dark Shadow instead, not wasting time in fear of missing the window when mind control could be activated.

It didn't struggle, surrendering to his quirk, deflating a little under Shinsou's control.

The feeling was weird, as if trying to contain nothingness in his hands. It didn't respond to his thought to move.

"Raise your right ha- uh. Wing," Shinsou tried verbal command, and Dark Shadow obeyed. He turned to his classmate to watch his reaction, but he saw that familiar blank expression on unusual bird face. Tokoyami was affected. His right hand was up in the air, pose identical to his shadow.

Sharp stab of fear pierced Shinsou. He released Dark Shadow - or rather, released Tokoyami - and hoped he didn't make a mess. Was he too quick to use his quirk at the slightest opportunity? Was he that stupid?

Dark Shadow arose in whirlwind of darkness around them, knocking things off the table. Shinsou's panic worsened: what was that reaction? Was Tokoyami still affected by brainwashing? But Shinsou didn't feel anything, no link to his classmate.

Loud clap startled both Shinsou and Dark Shadow. Bright light filled the room, subduing Dark Shadow, and it withered. Squinting, Shinsou thought distantly though thick veil of panic, that the lightswitch reacting to clapping was a brilliant design solution to Tokoyami's circumstances.

"I can clap hands, too," it complained in small whiny voice.

"Shut up," Tokoyami answered sharply. He was shaken, hands still together, fingers intertwining nervously. Shinsou felt as subdued as Dark Shadow, recognizing the discomfort some of his mind control victims manifested.

What a mess he did, didn't he?

Tokoyami cast a sideways look at Shinsou. It was impossible to tell if he was mad.

"So it is me," Tokoyami said after a long pause filled with fear. "That's good to know." He turned to Shinsou and said: "Thank you."

That was so ridiculous Shinsou couldn't help laughing.

"You're thanking me for accidentally brainwashing you?" He asked him sarcastically, fear still choking him. He didn't have a license to use his quirk out of school, he remembered only now. It was entirely just to expel him on spot right now.

Tokoyami watched him curiously.

"No. That was unpleasant," he admitted. "But I estimated that this was a risk, too. I thank you for providing me a piece of knowledge about me I needed."

Shinsou couldn't really comprehend Tokoyami right now. Words made sense, but they didn't compute.

"And you're not mad?" He asked his classmate skeptically.

Tokoyami made that magpie gesture again, his head titled slightly, as if he couldn't comprehend Shinsou in return.

"No, I'm not." He paused. "It could be useful if we did that again. In more controlled environment. There is a potential benefit of being forced to merge with Dark Shadow like that again."

Shinsou shook his head. It sounded insane.

Still, he got pangs of curiosity. Was that nothingness confined to physical form really Tokoyami?

"If that makes you happy," Shinsou shrugged, trying to downplay his own agitation. "We have an assignment to do, though," he reminded them both and stood up to pick up scattered textbooks.

Really, he should've known better than to get excited at offers to have any kind of business with him.

"After it, I think of asking sensei to help us arrange more of... this," Tokoyami said, helping him. "If you agree."

"If you really think it's gonna do any good," Shinsou replied flatly. He was dismayed at how easily he wanted to believe he could do any good to help others.

He thought he'd have time to persuade Tokoyami to revise his decision later.

#bnha #i write stuff #:y #shinsou replaced mineta in class a au #i made peace with the fact that it's gonna be series of short fics prompted by #*prompted by my friends