#eraserhead x you

[kitthepurplepotato]

Deal, you brat!

Ship: Aizawa x Reader / minor Shinsou x Kaminari

Warning! MHA season 6 spoilers!

Basic info & Summary:

Summary: You’re asked into the office for the hundredth time by Aizawa; your niece Megumi absolutely loves to get in trouble and to be honest, you don’t really mind seeing her grumpy teacher twice every month.

The problems start when Megumi decides to make an embarrassing deal with the teacher and turn your whole world upside down…

Genre: Romantic comedy with a deep backstory…? Does that count as a genre?! It’s also a mature story (but not for the sexual content - if that’s what you are looking for I’m sorry, there is none.)

Estimated chapters: 5 or 6 chapters!

About the reader: Reader is 29 years old who’s been taking care of her neglected niece since she was 6 years old. (She’s around 14 now, 1 year younger than Kaminari and the gang). She’s really childish in some ways and really serious in others so she’s quite a good match for the grumpy teacher.

Other info: Aizawa officially adopted Eri and Shinsou Hitoshi in this AU!

General warnings: Swear words, talking about child neglect and one mention of child abuse. A lot of parenting-talk. Might get a bit suggestive by the end.

16+, younger people might find the theme boring. :D

Enjoy my nonsense.

Also, English is not my first language so don’t be too mean, I’m a sensitive potato. 🥔

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Chapter 1 - A deal with the sensei!

“What did she do this time?” You sigh, sitting in the comfortable chair in Aizawa-Sensei’s office.

“The usual. One of the kids tried to bully her. Again.” Aizawa sighs, clearly uncomfortable. “I really wanted to sack that guy, but apparently we need as many heroes as we can train, so I couldn’t.”

You are way too familiar with this whole situation already, so none of you really try to sugarcoat it anymore. It’s tiring, but at the same time… well… Aizawa-sensei is an interesting guy and also not bad to look at, even with one eye and half of his leg missing. Do you have a crush on your niece’s teacher? Probably. Certainly. Fuck, you are a terrible parent.

“Megumi-chan can defend herself. You worry too much.” You grin at the hero, clearly missing the point of this meeting.

“I would prefer her not to set fire to his bully’s hair though. This is why we are here. Again. I feel like I see you more than I see my friends.” Aizawa sighs again, the dark circles under his eyes even more prominent than the last time. “Where are her parents, Y/N?”

“They don’t care.” You retort curtly.

It’s true. Megumi might have both of her parents, but they certainly ain’t doing their job.

Megumi’s mother is your older sister. After seeing the young girl being neglected at home, you decided to take her in and cut your ties with your whole family afterwards; you’ve always been the black sheep of the family anyway, neglected then abandoned after your 18th birthday. You were an accident and they did treat you as one through your whole life. Your “perfect” older sister has asked you to babysit her child three times a week, giving you enough money to keep yourself alive but after seeing the damage in the young girl’s eyes and the lack of love an affection in the family you couldn’t do it anymore; one day, when your sister came home drunk, almost hitting the 6 year old child for crying you decided to take the girl with you and start a new life with her. You got a proper job and an apartment with a second bedroom for her. She’s now 14, almost 15, beautiful but dangerous; you did your best to teach her how to defend herself and to never let anyone talk shit about her because she’s amazing; she’s the most precious thing in your life. It was really hard at the beginning, especially as you could never get enough money or have the right circumstances to actually adopt her so technically you are not even her guardian and you could barely make it until the end of the month in the first few years, but things are looking better now; hopefully, as her 15th birthday present you can ask her to sigh the last piece of paperwork so she can finally be free from her stupid “mother” who probably doesn’t even know or care where her child is living but still manages to make her mad once a year on her birthday, calling her just to tell her what a disappointment she is.

Ahh, it’s a long story. Let’s not even think about it.

“Are you her closest family member, blood or not?” Aizawa asks, sensing the tension in the air.

“Yes.”

“Then I won’t ask this question again.” He ends the topic without saying anything else and you are so fucking grateful you want to kiss his face.

… that was an inappropriate thought, wasn’t it?

“I’ll sit down with her today. I might find these stories hilarious but I do know this needs to stop. Thank you for your concern. Also, thank you for your time.” You are just about to leave when Aizawa-sensei cleans his throat to get your attention.

“I actually thought it will be a great idea to sit down with her together.” He mumbles and looks at the door. “Come in, you menace!”

There is giggle coming from the other side of the door then it opens; Megumi dances in and sits in your chair, her brand new nose piercing still red around the jewellery. Aizawa doesn’t comment on it; you already had a chat about that last week. You pull another chair next to her, ready to be told off for the 15th time since Megumi has enrolled in UA.

“Aizawa-sensei, you look as fresh as always, I can’t believe you are SINGLE.” Megumi grins at her homeroom teacher while she empathizes the last word. This fucking kid…

“Megumi, you can’t say shit like that to your teacher!” You yell, but your words are met with nothing but giggles. Fuck’s sake.

“Language, Auntie!” Megumi grins again, and you can hear an almost silent snort coming from the other side; Aizawa quickly schools his expression, looking as bored as always, but you did hear it; he fucking laughed at you! How embarrassing!

“Okay, let’s calm down.” Megumi and you go silent at the same time while you stare at the teacher like you are about to get sentenced to death; Megumi is chill as always, knowing she’ll get away with anything. You really have no idea how did she end up like this but you are a little bit jealous. “So us asking you to behave is clearly not working. Your poor Auntie had to come in 15 times already, and I’m quite sure she’s already bored of seeing me so much.”

“I’m really not.” You mumble out loud, slapping your palm on your mouth. Can the ground open up now? Please?

“She’s really not.” Megumi speaks at the same time, making the situation even worse. Okay, now you are ready to be swallowed by the ground for real.

“… okay. Thank you for enjoying my company.” Aizawa says with a straight face but there is a slight blush decorating his face… GODDAMNIT THIS ISN’T THE RIGHT TIME FOR THE BUTTERFLIES! This is your niece’s teacher! “So what can we do for you to stop acting like this? New class, maybe? You are one of the best students in the school, I might even be able to get you into 2A, if that’s something you want. I can ask Bakugou-kun to help you get ready for the exams.”

Wow, you knew Megumi is the top of her class, but hearing this from her sensei really makes you proud.

“Please, anything but Blasty!” For your surprise, Megumi actually looks terrified; you can’t help but giggle at that.

“Megumi, Bakugou is one of the greatest up-and-coming heroes the word has ever seen, please refrain from calling him ‘Blasty’.”

“Yes, I know, I should respect him as he is the savior of the broken, the beaten and the damned.” Megumi rolls her eyes so you give her a friendly slap on the head.

“Stop quoting My Chemical Romance in my office.” Aizawa sighs, clearly done with this conversation already. “And yes, I know the band. So how can we help you?” Aizawa repeats, faking nonchalance but you can see the slight twitch in his one eye.

“Hm.” Megumi makes a thinking face, her black nails slowly tapping on her thighs. “I want you to take my Auntie out for a date and then I can stop doing random shit to get her in here.”

You almost choke on your saliva. She didn’t just say that, did she?!

“What the actual fuck, Megumi?!” You yell with your face red as a ripe tomato.

“Language.” Aizawa mumbles but you can’t even be bothered to say sorry right now.

“What, you are almost 30 years old and you haven’t had a single boyfriend since you took me from my shitty family! I’m just trying to help!”

“Megumi, I love you, but that’s none of your business and it’s also inappropriate!”

“Y/N is right, it is really inappropriate. But if I can stop having these awkward conversations two times a month, I’m more than happy to spend an afternoon with your Auntie in a friendly manner.” Aizawa mumbles, looking at Megumi with a serious face. “But if I do and you don’t stop being a menace, I will make sure no hero takes you under their wings and you’ll be the looser cleaning the classrooms while your classmates are out in the wild learning to fight actual criminals. And when they bully you for that, I won’t do shit about it. Deal?”

What about you?! No one wants to ask you if you are okay with this?! Is it that obvious that you are?!

Ahh, it’s probably obvious, isn’t it. Goddamnit.

“Deal.” Megumi grins in pure victory while you try your best to hide your flaming face with your arms. Megumi stands up and leaves, not even waiting to be dismissed while you stare at the hero with an incredulous look on your face.

“One coffee. I know what I’m doing.” Aizawa says, a little bit offended. “We will send her a selfie and we won’t need to see each other until next semester. I think it’s a bargain.” He finishes his sentence calmly, like this is a normal thing. What’s wrong with everyone around you? “Let’s meet tomorrow at 10 in front of UA. You are dismissed.”

This is ridiculous. Absolutely ridiculous.

“Okay.” You say anyway and leave as quick as you can; you can’t wait to be at home and give Megumi the talk of her fucking life after this.

You are going on a fucking date with your niece’s absolutely gorgeous home teacher tomorrow. It’s probably not an actual date but that doesn’t mean you don’t feel like a high school girl going on her first date; and honestly, it has been more than 10 years that you’ve actually been on one so it’s not even that far from the truth.

You really want to throw up right now.

…Next Chapter!

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Potato ramble:

- Well, hello there and welcome in this super fluffy story about Aizawa falling in love. I’m not sure how often I’ll post but as I have the full thing written down except the last chapter, it will probably be frequent enough for it to not be annoying.

- In the next chapter, we go on a date with the grumpy teacher and we meet Eri and Hitoshi! It’s my personal favorite chapter, I can’t wait to post it! The next chapters will be longer than this!

- So technically the reader shouldn’t be allowed to act as a guardian without the right paperwork or to have Megumi live with her, but let’s ignore that bit. Every country has their own laws and in my head, the MHA world is quite open to circumstances like this. This is a fanfiction anyway, I don’t know why am I so stressed about small details like this but I am. 😂

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[silverlullabies]

Always Been You

Summary: Aizawa knows that just because his students graduate, doesn’t mean he stops being a mentor to them. They’ll reach out to him for help and he’ll drop everything to assist, every single time. And then you show up at his door, asking for help that may cross a boundary he can’t come back from. But what kind of teacher would he be, if he says no?

Pairing: Aizawa x Reader

Word Count: 7.4k+

Warnings: Smut (18+), hurt/comfort, teacher/student relationship if you squint, dirty talk, porn with a plot, references to dubcon acts and drugging, afab reader, oral (fem receiving), creampies, Aizawa drinks his respect-women juice daily, social constructs of virginity are fake and toxic but for the sake of the plot Reader believes in them, references to toxic sexual education, talk of human trafficking, panic attack, college boys (because they need their own warning)

A/N: I haven’t written a reader insert in years y’all but I woke up the other day thinking of this plot and it hasn’t left my brain since. I just? Love? Aizawa so much??? But I’ve always had a thing for every teacher in any manga/anime so that’s not surprising. (Kakashi, Urahara, Gojo, Stein??? They just do something for me). Anyway, this really got away from me, especially at the end, but I wanted to end it on a sweet note. I have a small bonus chapter in mind to tie off the (possible) cliff hanger at the end of this chapter.

Aizawa Shoto knows all too well that just because his students graduate doesn’t mean he stops being their teacher. Maybe other teachers in other schools had that luxury, but not him, not in this profession.

He isn’t surprised when he gets emails or texts from students asking for advice and his professional opinion. They taper off the more settled into being a hero his former students become. What starts out as multiple messages a week slowly filters into a couple messages a month into a few a year until all that remains is well wishes on holidays and birthdays.

His coworkers go through the same thing. It’s bittersweet, he thinks, when they no longer send panic filled messages at simple villain encounters and only reach out with greetings instead. Despite them receiving a graduation ceremony and a license; not reaching out at every turn is when Aizawa and the other teachers truly consider their former students as full-fledged heroes.

Some of those students become closer to the teachers. What was once a student-teacher relationship blossom into friendships. Despite how much Nemuri and Hizashi tease Aizawa about adopting all of his students, they’re both just as bad. Nemuri alone has been named God Mom to no less than 8 former students' children and Hizashi is honorary uncle to 12.

Aizawa has always extended an open door policy at school, which for some of his former students, translates into an open door policy for his home. They come to him with wounds that need patched, or a place to crash for the night if exhaustion after a long patrol makes it unsafe to travel further than his front door. A few times, he’s had to work them through panic attacks or episodes of self doubt after a particularly bad fight. Usually if he sees on the news one of his former students involved in an attack where civilians are killed, he preemptively sets out what he knows will bring that particular student comfort before they even stumble to his front door.

Every once in a blue moon, some of his former students (who are all little shits, he swears) will come knocking with no other purpose than to check up on him bother him. They’ll breeze past him once he opens the door, bags of groceries or piles of take out in hand. They’ll mumble a half hearted “I was in the neighborhood” not convincingly at all and set about guilt tripping persuading Aizawa to eat a proper meal with them (because you don’t spend three years with Aizawa as your teacher without learning he’s horrible at caring for himself).

You’re one of them. Despite having been in the first class Aizawa had ever taught as a teacher, you still reach out constantly show up several times a month, the same excuse falling from your lips as you slip past him and into his apartment with a cheeky grin. Aizawa always grumbles as you replenish his fridge with actual food instead of jelly packets before cleaning up parts of his apartment all the while cooking him dinner, filling the air with polite talk and the smell of food that never fails to make his stomach rumble.

So he isn’t surprised when you knock on his door one evening even though you were just over two nights ago. He is surprised when he opens the door to find you standing there with nothing but a file in your hands, face flushed, and gaze averted.

“Y/N,” he grunts, eyebrow raised.

“Uh. F-fancy seeing you here.” Your eyes dart everywhere but his face. This was not the cool confident person that he knew. Your shoulders are dragged up to your ears, the folder held in front of you like a shield, while you shift your weight back and forth on the balls of your feet.

“I live here,” Aizawa responds.

“Right! Right…” you trail off, before blurting. “I need your help and you’re the only one I could think of!”

He looks at you, taking in your uncharacteristic stance, before sighing and moving to the side, holding the door open for you to come in.

After the both of you are settled at the dining room table, cups of fresh coffee steaming in your hands, he clears his throat. “You needed help?”

You jump slightly and bite your bottom lip, before sliding the folder over towards him. He picks it up and begins to flip through it, eyes raking the pages as his eyebrows begin to steadily climb his forehead. “The Commission wants me to go undercover in a sex trafficking ring. There’s been a recent uprising in human trafficking and the ring they want me to go undercover in has a massive influence in Japan. At least 27% of all trafficking happens due to them and another 36% happens through connections with them.” Aizawa grunts, reading through the same information that you were providing verbally.

“This operation has been in the works for years now and my part in the mission could destabilize the human trafficking in Japan and provide us with some breathing room to put some contingency plans in place for the next trafficking ring that pops up.” You tap the side of the mug with your perfectly manicured fingers.

Aizawa let out a breath. “That’s a lot. Jesus kid. Congratulations.”

An operation like that would rocket you into the top 100 easily, if not the top 50.

You hum in reply, a bouncing leg joining the rhythmic tapping of the mug in what he recognizes as a nervous tic. You’ve never been one to be nervous so immediately his concern and curiosity is piqued. His eyes slid to your face over the top of the folder calculating.

“What do you need my help with then?” He asks. If they wanted to bring him in for information or as a hero on the case, why send you and not someone from the Commision? Before he can start processing this enigma, you reach over, pulling the folder from his hands and flip through to the back, taking out a section of the folder once you find what you’re looking for. You slid it to him.

He takes it into his hands, looking down at it briefly to read the information, and then raises his gaze to meet yours.

“Your undercover identity?”

You nod. “They want me to go in as one of the victims. It would be easier and less time consuming than trying to infiltrate as a villain. But sources think they’re subduing them with drugs to make it easier to hold and transport the victims as well as prevent them from fighting back. With my Quirk, I’ll be able to infiltrate easily and find their base or bases of operation without being inhibited. We’re confident they’re bouncing the victims around several locations to make it harder to track. While I’m in, I can tag the locations for a future raid so the heroes can hit them all at once and minimize the chance of escape or loss of life.”

Your Quirk neutralized drugs, poisons, and other toxins on yourself and other people. You were primarily a rescue hero that took care of things like toxic spills, gas leaks, and exposures. He recalls one time a child who suddenly got their Quirk (a simple but powerful ability to change the structure of molecules at will) and wound up turning the air in a grocery store to carbon monoxide, poisoning everyone inside. While emergency workers and other heroes wore gas masks, you simply waltzed inside and gave the scared kid a dose of Quirk suppressants to temporarily nullify his power until he saw a Quirk counselor and learned to control it. All the while you sat there with him in your arms agreeing with him that space was very cool, not at all affected by the deadly gas while you went about ventilating the place. Aizawa could see why the Commission reached out to you for this assignment versus someone else with more experience in infiltration.

“And where do I come in?” He asks again.

“Sensei… I’ll be going in as a victim. I’ll be undercover for a while. Best guess is several weeks, worst is several months. I’m under no illusion that I’ll be able to walk away with my…,” you purse your lips. “… dignity still intact. I’m… not ok with it per say… but I’m willing to do it to save lives. Besides, I've already been set up with mandatory therapy before and afterwards.”

“Y/N… that’s a lot.” Aizawa’s eyebrows furrow together in concern.

You nod your head. “Yeah. But I’m the only one. I can neutralize the drugs and leave me in the right state of mind. Not to mention that bacteria and viruses count as a toxin to my Quirk so I’m at no risk for picking up anything. And I’ve already started on long term birth control. Nobody else can fill these parameters.”

He got that. It sucked, but he got it. “So when do you leave,” he asks, sliding the paper back to you, which you tuck neatly back into the folder.

“In two weeks.” His eyes widen and he sat up straight.

“So soon??”

You look up at him, something simmering beneath your gaze. “For you maybe. This has been in the works for a long time now on my end. I’m only telling you for two reasons. I… uh… got permission to explain it to you.”

His eyes narrow. “Why?”

“The first is to ask you to look after my cat, obviously.” You give him a cheeky grin. He nods, well used to former students asking him of this when missions took longer than a day to be completed.

“And the second thing?”

You avert your gaze again, back to fiddling with the mug in your hands. “Sensei… do you remember the night of the typhoon nearly a year ago?”

He nods, heat rising to his ears. Of course he remembered. How could he forget?

You showed up on his doorstep halfway through a typhoon that hit Japan and effectively shut everything down. The only people out were emergency workers and pro heroes that could handle the rampaging storm and assist in relocation of citizens who’s homes had been destroyed or help them towards hospitals.

He had pulled you inside, soaked to the bone, and helped you dry off while grumbling about how illogical it was for you to be out in this. Despite offering you a change of his dry clothes, you were still freezing, so he got to work on setting up the heater for you. It ran for four minutes before the electricity in his building cut out.

He debated for exactly ten seconds before pulling you into his bed with him, limbs tangled together, while he attempted to rub feelings back into your skin.

All the while, he was hyper aware of how you had taken off your underwear, leaving your breasts squished against his chest, while your legs were tangled together. He fought against the growing erection in his pants, diligently thinking about everything that would turn him off like the statistics of cats that die in shelters year round.

Your shivers die off slowly which leads to your eyes flickering up at him, gaze too wide, lips parted into a soft sigh. “Aizawa-sensei…”

And then he was taking your lips into a slow deep kiss, lips parting slightly. He drew your bottom lip between his teeth, mouth slanted across yours. One arm snaked behind the small of your back tugging you closer, while the other trailed under your shirt, fingers lightly caressing your skin in a way that had you arching, as he settled his fingers under the curve of your breast teasingly.

You sighed under his touch, as he deepened the kiss, tongue darting out. He moved, positioning himself over top of you between your legs. The hand that was behind your back was suddenly cupping your face in a way that seemed to sear your flesh in its intimacy. His other hand cupped your breast, fingers dragging along your hardened nipple in a way that had you moaning, pushing up into him, pelvis grinding into his hard on in a way that made him see stars.

His hands trailed down to your hips, tugging at the waistline, and just as you lifted his hips to give him access, the lights flashed back on, freezing Aizawa in place.

Shame flooded every ounce of his body. Here he was, taking advantage of you when you needed his help. What kind of pro hero was he? What kind of teacher? What kind of friend-?

“I-“ he started, eyes dancing around to avoid look at your flushed face. “I’ll sleep on the couch.”

He untangled himself from your limbs, unable to fully look at you through his guilt. Before you could even say anything, he was gone.

The next morning you were gone too. You stayed away for several weeks, the longest amount of time for you, to the point where he had convinced himself he had ruined that relationship you had with him. He hated himself for it. Sure, he had thought about you in that way before. Sure, he had had dreams of you before (starting after Nemuri teased him, saying you were always acting like Aizawa’s wife so when was he gonna make it official?) that spilled over into fantasies when he touched himself or even when he entertained other women. But he had never let himself act on those thoughts because he was respectful and responsible. And he didn’t want to risk driving you away. Until now.

So when you showed up a few weeks later, arms full of groceries, breezing in and acting like nothing had happened, he nearly collapsed in relief. And then proceeded to follow your lead and never talk of it again, even if it meant the fantasies became more frequent and intense.

“Of course I remember.” He shifts in his seat, this time averting his gaze. This was the first time you had brought it up.

You brought the mug to your lips and drank deeply from it, before settling it back down between your two hands. “You asked me why I was out in such a storm and I never answered you, but the truth is, that was the day I officially learned of everything this assignment detailed. And because of that I… I wanted to see you immediately. Enough to risk the wrath of Mother Nature herself.”

“Why,” he murmurs.

Fingers tap the side of the mug again as your eyes shifts. “I knew what I would eventually have to do. But the truth is…I came here that night with ulterior motives. Because I haven’t… done that kind of thing before. You were the furthest I’ve ever gone with anyone, that is. And I was willing to go further. Of course your guilt complex and morals had to get in the way of that.” You give him a cheeky grin, before the smile falters. “And in the end I was too embarrassed and too much of a coward to explain that to you at the time. What you must have thought of me… I became convinced you were disgusted and believed I was indecent. Therapy has helped me overcome the idea that salacious desires are wrong, but I grew up in an area where we were taught carnal wants were misguided and bad. So you can imagine the internal war I was waging with myself.”

A blush stains your cheeks as you become interested in the whorl design of the wooden table.

“I’ve never thought that way about you,” Aizawa says in a way that leaves no room for argument.

You smile softly up at him. “I know. You’re much too kind.”

He looks away at that, unable to find the words to say to counter your statement. He swallows hard, his mouth too dry. “So you‘ve never….”

“Had, uh.” You clear your throat. “Sex. I’ve never had sex. With anyone. There’s only ever been one person. That I’ve been interested in, that is. But I’ve never gone further than holding hands. And kissing. But mostly just holding hands. After that night, I tried to find someone else… but I could never go through with it.”

“I still don’t understand what that has to do with your mission…” he trails off suddenly, as he connects the dots.

Oh.

Oooh.

He swallows hard again and straightens in his seat. He gets it now. But he needs to hear you say it.

You bit your lip, continually tapping at the mug with your fingers. “I don’t want my first time to be with some sleazy guy in a dingy back alley room. I want it to be with someone meaningful, someone I trust. Someone I respect and admire and care for deeply.”

“And who is that,” he says, voice lower than normal.

“You,” you whisper, tapping at the mug like it’s your lifeline.

He could feel his restraint failing him and his knuckles turn white with the effort to not… do something, anything. “Y/N… do you know what you’re asking?”

Your eyes find his obsidian ones. “Of course. It’s always been you. It wasn’t until that day, when I became aware of all that my assignment truly entailed, and I knew I needed to be with someone else first so I had that memory not be tarnished by this mission… that’s when I understood then that I’ve liked you for a very long time, when I realized I could think of no one else but you to go to. That there was no one else I wanted but you and that I’ve subconsciously been wanting you this whole time and why I’ve never entertained another man in my bed even after overcoming my views on sex or had relationships that lasted longer than a few dates. It has always been you.”

There’s a blush glowing on his cheeks. He falls quiet and the silence lasts for so long, that with nothing but the sound of a clock ticking in another room and the frantic tapping of your fingers, your mind begins to wander in panic and you slowly begin to doubt, wondering if maybe you’re asking your former sensei too much. You had thought after that kiss that maybe he felt the same way as you, but perhaps you’ve just been deluding yourself this whole time. The silence eats at you and your stomach turns, causing you to swallow and clear your throat. You need to speak now, to salvage this before it’s too late. “If this is crossing a line… if this is crossing a boundary, I understand. I recognize I’m asking a lot of you.” You try not to let the disappointment in your voice show.

You start to stand, draining the last of the now-cold coffee from the mug in an effort to not cry in disappointment in front of him. “Ah. Sorry to ask this of you. I know it’s inappropriate, and I can only hope this doesn’t change things between us. I’ll… uh, get going then. I’ll be back with my cat before I leave. I’ll be bringing her supplies, and some actual food for you too. It’ll be a lot this time- think of it as a prepayment for cat-sitting before I’m able to actually pay you properly. That being said, please clean out your fridge before I come over. I think I saw yogurt in there that expired two months ago, the other-“

“Where are you gonna go,” Aizawa’s voice cuts off your nervous rambling. “If I don’t…”

He trails off, but you know what he’s trying to convey. You shrug in reply, placing the mug in the cupboard after washing it and head back towards the front door. “I don’t know? The bar probably. Any random college kid would take me up on my offer-“

A heavy hand wraps itself around your wrist and yanks, spinning you around and slamming you against the wall. It takes you a second to realize Aizawa’s body is hovering over yours, hands on either side of your head caging you inside. You blink up at him and oh… you recognize that look. He’s angry. Why is he angry?

“A college kid.” He drawls, unimpressed.

You shrug at him again. “It’s my only option and they’ll be better than some sleazy guy in a dingy back alley- ”

He moves closer and your voice dies a swift death in your throat as you can feel his body heat through your clothes. You stare down at his chest, not willing to meet his eyes, suddenly finding your mouth too dry and your palms too sweaty with nerves. A finger snakes under your chin and forces your head up to look at him. Your eyes dart to the side, unable to find the courage to look him in the face.

“Y/N… look at me.” He murmurs. “Please.”

The desperation in his voice when he says please is what causes you to look at him and you something dark in his gaze. The hand under your chin slides to the back of your neck, causing your skin to prickle.

“What kind of teacher would I be if I didn’t help out one of my students when they need me,” He says and it’s enough to cause you to almost laugh and or collapse in relief. “Especially when it’s you.”

He dips his head, kissing you desperate and hungry, pulling you into his arms with a frantic sense of urgency. His kiss is sloppy and needy, nothing like the slow kiss you two shared a year ago. He hands slide down, gripping your thighs and pulls, wrapping your legs around his waist. You gasp into his mouth and his tongue almost immediately pushes past your lips with a swirl.

You kiss back with a feverish frenzy as he walks the two of you back towards his bedroom. His hand snakes up through your clothes, snapping off your bra, and drags it and your shirt off. You break the kiss long enough for him to pull your clothes over your head and toss them somewhere off to the side.

“Especially when it’s me?” You question, panting against his lips.

He draws back, eyes still dark. “Me too. It's always been you, to me.” He echoes your words from earlier and deposits you into his bed, climbing over top of you, while he drags his own shirt off.

Your mouth waters as you take him in. You always knew that Aizawa was fit, as a pro hero he had to be, but his baggy clothes really do hide how ripped he is. He bends his head, teeth dragging along the pulse point on your neck, latching on to the heated skin.

“Tell me if it’s too much and you want to stop. I won’t do anything you don’t want to do. Promise me, you’ll tell me.” He rumbles in your ear.

“I trust you,” you tell him.

“Promise me.” He demands soft but deliberate.

“I promise.” You answer him.

His hands slip down to your waistband, unbuttoning and unzipping your pants, while his teeth nip and suck open-mouthed kisses on your clavicle causing you to shudder. You moan, leaning into his touch, and dear God, nothing has happened yet but you’ve never been so turned on before in your life. Your head rushes at the surge of adrenaline that hums beneath the surface of your skin.

He drags his lips up to your ear. “Lift your hips for me.” You oblige, allowing him to grasp your pants and underwear and rake them down over your ass and thighs. He sits up, peeling them from your legs, and tosses them aside. You stare up at him, body flushed, and eyes wide, suddenly self conscious of the way he’s dragging his eyes over your figure admiring every single inch. You’ve never felt so exposed.

He must sense that because he leans over again, capturing your lips into his, distracting you from your embarrassment while he explores your mouth. He breaks the kiss, scraping his teeth along your jaw, down your neck, and across your chest. He nips and sucks at your breasts in a way that has you aching and rocking your hips to drag against the growing bulge in his pants.

He moans, gradually working his way down your stomach, biting at your hips, before he settles between your legs. Teeth and lips leave marks at the sensitive skin on your inner thighs that cause you to pant and tremble under his touch.

“Tell me if you want to stop.” He says again, looking up at you. You can do nothing but nod weakly at him, breath erratic, heart pounding in your ear drums. Every single nerve in your body feels on fire.

He smirks at your disheveled appearance, before he dips his head and licks a stripe at your glistening cunt. “Oh!” Your voice sounds so surprised, hands flying to his hair immediately, hips bucking up to meet his mouth. Your fingers have never made you feel like that. You need more.

He licks and sucks at your mound, going slow and hard in a way that has your entire body quivering beneath him. You whine, muscles straining, as electricity and heat swirl through your entire body making your toes curl. Every motion he makes with his mouth is molten pleasure seeping through every vein in your body. Just when you think he can’t get any better, he moves in a different way, and the crest of euphoria drags you up and up and up leaving you delirious and intoxicated from the feeling of teetering on the edge.

“Fuck, Aizawa.” You moan, head tipped back, as your fingers dig into his scalp to find purchase, anything to hold on to as he strings your body along hard. He can tell you’re getting close already, and slips a finger in your cunt, pumping it slowly, before dragging another one in. He curls them, finding the bundle of nerves that has you lifting off the bed chasing the pleasure you desperately crave. You fold into him, wailing as you cum, spasming around his digits so tightly, his cock throbs with want and need. He doesn’t stop sucking and fucking his fingers into you until your wails turn to sobs, thrashing in his iron grip as he drags your orgasm along for as long as possible.

You collapse back on the bed, huffing, body twitching as you come down from the high. Aizawa pulls himself up, dragging his pants off in one motion. “Good girl.” He coos, and oh- doesn’t his words just send sparks of pleasure shooting up your spine? Aizawa’s praise always did make you preen.

“That was better than anything I’ve ever imagined.” You breathe.

He pauses and slowly a smirk spreads across his face. “Better than anything you’ve imagined?”

“Yes.” You pant. “Do you think I haven’t touched myself to thoughts of you?”

Aizawa leans over you again, dragging your knees up to your chest, and settles himself between your legs, his cock bumping against your slick folds. He hovers, leaving a few centimeters between the two of you, and looks you deeply in the eyes.

“Still not too late to back out and go have your first time with someone else,” he mutters, wanting to hear you consent one last time before you never get this moment back. This is the last time you can ever claim to be a virgin and he needs to know you’re ok with him taking this from you. It makes you fall for him more to know that despite him not caring about concepts of virginity, he’s still taking this seriously because you do care about it.

You shake your head. “Only you. I want- no I need it to be you. It’s always been you.”

“Ok.” He breathes out through his nose. “I’m going to go slow. We can stop at any time. Tell me if you want to stop.”

“Aizawa, please,” you whine, aching with need.

“Tell me.”

“I will.”

And then he’s entering you, breaching your entrance leaving you both gasping and moaning. The self restraint on him is admirable as he thrusts into you shallowly and slowly, inching his way in bit by bit, ignoring the primal urge to just slam into you so rough and fast that it has you screaming. He wants to do so many other things, wants you in so many other positions, wants to whisper so many filthy things in your ear; but he doesn’t want to scare you away. He’s patient, he has to be, if he wants you to come back for more.

Even though he worked you open, you're tight, so impossibly tight, that he has to grit his teeth against your neck and fight against how much your silky walls are sucking him in too fast and too soon.

He hears you whimper and that has him freezing, eyes snapping to your face. Your eyes are shut tight, hands squeezing around his biceps, as you let out shuddering breaths.

Just as he’s about to ask if you’re ok, you open your eyes and look at him with so much adoration that has him feeling raw and exposed, choking on emotions that threaten to squeeze his throat shut. He sucks in a breath through his teeth when you reach up, curling your arms around his head and pull his face down to yours, whining. “Don’t stop. Oh please don’t stop.”

His mouth smashes against yours, wanting and needy, as you gasp against his lips, your begs tasting delicious on his tongue as he rolls his hips again, sliding the last few inches in. His forehead falls to yours as he moans in your mouth, stilling flush against your pelvis to give you a moment to adjust, stretched out and impossibly full. You feel so hot and warm, gripping him so firmly, that Aizawa rapidly recalculates his worldview, and comes to the conclusion that this is what pure happiness feels like, this is nirvana. He never wants this moment to end, wants to live in this brief period of time forever, buried to the hilt in your pussy that feels like the Gods personally formed it just for him and his cock.

He looks at you, brushing your sweat slicked hair out of his face and returns to the look of veneration. “You’re so perfect, so beautiful. You’re doing so good. Look at how well you took me.” He praises causing your cunt to squeeze him.

His eyes, more awake and alert than you’ve ever seen them, flutter for the briefest of moments at the increased pressure, before he looks at you again. “I’m going to move now, ok?”

You nod and so he starts with a slow and steady pace. You shake beneath him, back arched, chin tilted as fireworks explode behind your eyelids. He watches your face, adjusting his position or depth or speed anytime the look of pleasure starts to turn into a grimace. He wants this to be as good for you as it is for him, doesn’t want to be the cause for any discomfort or pain. Your pants are mixed with moans and you bring the back of your hand to your mouth to muffle the sounds. In any other circumstance, he would pull your hand away and demand you let him hear every sweet noise you make. But he doesn’t want to overwhelm you, so for just this one time, he lets you cover your mouth, to provide an ounce of comfort.

“Aizawa, I-“ you whine.

“I know, kitten. I know.” His chest rumbles. “That’s my good girl. You’re doing so well. Fuck, you feel amazing.” He can feel how wetter you’re getting with each passing thrust, how much more you’re squeezing him to the point where it’s almost painful to not just fuck into you with a fervor.

The growing pleasure is almost uncomfortable for you. You’ve gotten yourself off on your fingers before, but this is a whole new level. Everything is blurring together, swallowing you whole, drowning out every thought until there’s nothing left but Aizawa.

The growing pressure is agony, making you sob, hot tears splashing down your cheeks that he quickly kisses away, as the tension pulls tighter and tighter. You don’t know how much longer it can last, you’re sure the next second, the next thrust is the one that sends you over the edge, but it never does. It builds and builds and builds, the desperation leaving you trembling under his touch, babbling incoherently, lips slicked with drool, fingernails digging into his flesh as each roll of his hips brings you to a new high.

Your senses are heightened and dulled at the same time. You can feel his hands wandering your body, exploring the valley of your breasts, feather light on your navel, and bruising on your hips. His mouth kisses and licks and sucks and bites every bit of skin he can reach. He praises you in words that sound too distant, too far away, too soft to be heard over the roar of blood in your ears. It feels incredible. It feels like too much. It makes your head swim.

“Please, Aizawa, please, I need- I need.” You blubber, willing to offer up your soul to this man for the relief you so frantically chase.

His tempo changes as he moves a hand between your folds, fingers finding your clit. “I wanna spoil you so much more kitten, but I’m not gonna last much longer. Cum for me. I wanna feel you cum on my cock.” He circles his finger once, twice, three times and the thread inside you snaps, finally tumbling you over that edge.

Your arms wrap around his neck as waves of euphoria crash into you, gripping him like a lifeline as your mind threatens to smother you in it. He groans into your neck, hips thrusting erratically, as your walls clench around him, milking the cum from his dick. You’ve never felt so good before. Your body buzzes, head on cloud nine, toes curling, as he rocks a few more thrusts into you to prolong your orgasm. Your whole body sings, amplified by lightning that flutters in your cunt.

Your senses return as the pleasure ebbs away. You’re hot and sweaty, muscles aching and sore, tangled in Aizawa’s arms while he lays beside you (how did you not notice him move?) and strokes your hair. He mutters praises in your ear telling you what a good job you did and he’s so proud, while he peppers your face with feather light kisses.

“How are you feeling,” he asks when he can see your eyes clear and awareness flood back in.

“Amazing, actually. I had no idea I could feel that way. I can see why people like doing it so much.” You smile up at him drunk on the happiness while he peppers a kiss to your forehead and runs his hands up and down your shoulder.

“Good.” He hums, before sitting up on the edge of the bed. He looks at you with soft eyes and reaches out, smoothing your hair down once more. “Stay here and relax, kitten. I’ll be right back with water and something to clean you up with, okay?”

He grabs his pants and pulls them on as he stands before leaving the room. You watch him disappear around the corner and a tenseness you hadn’t known was bound in your shoulders suddenly loosens. This was better than you ever imagined. You feel so fulfilled, so happy, so so in love.

But…

You also feel…heavy? Satisfied and overwhelmingly happy to the point where it makes you giddy.

But you’re still heavy.

The feeling is enough to cause your chest to convulse suddenly from the weight, pulling a sob from your throat that you hastily try to stifle by shoving your fist into your mouth. Something in you breaks unexpectedly and despite fighting to swallow the wails, you collapse in on yourself, white hot tears rolling down your face as you gasp, gulping down spasming breaths, never quite able to pull enough air into your lungs. Dark spots break out in your vision as you try and fail to stop this emotional storm that rolls over you. Why? Aizawa is everything you ever wanted, and you’ve been dreaming of this moment for so long. It’s always been him. So why?? Why does it feel like your heart is breaking?

A hand suddenly slides under your shoulders and knees, pulling you into a broad chest, arm wrapping around your body in a way that makes you feel so safe and protected. Aizawa runs his hand up and down your back, making soothing noises as he works you through your panic attack. A blanket appears in your peripheral, wrapping around your body, tucking you into his large frame. Your sobs start to subside, leaving you with little shuddering breaths.

“I-I’m sorry.” you hiccup, looking up at him apprehensive, worried he’s going to think you’re ridiculous for crying after you two just had sex. There’s no such judgement on his face though, just concern and worry.

“You have nothing to be sorry about.” He assures you, reaching to his side to produce a bottle of water that he hands you. You drink from it, draining the whole thing in nearly one go, not realizing just how thirsty you were until then. The few seconds the action grants you, allows you to relax against him, suddenly so exhausted from all the emotions you’ve felt since you knocked on his door.

“I- I have no idea why I started crying.”

“Well, what are you feeling,” he asked, tucking your head under his chin. “Talk to me. Maybe we can find the answer together.”

You looked down at your hands, flexing them around the bottle. “I- I feel…” you trailed off, unsure on how to put it into words. “I’m so overjoyed that it’s making me giddy. I’m exhausted from everything that happened but I’m so blissful that I can feel an energy buzzing under my skin despite that. I want to smile so hard it hurts. It’s always been you, probably since the first time I saw you walk through the doors of homeroom all those years ago and expel five people on the first day because they weren’t taking hero work seriously. You were only a couple years older than me, and yet already so confident and sure of yourself. It drew me in like a moth to a flame. I knew deep down, in that moment I would follow you to the ends of the earth. Everything you did was so breathtaking and it always pushed me to be better, to be the kind of person that could someday stand next to someone on your level. I wanted you to be proud of me. It’s why, even when I graduated, even when I debuted as a hero and became established in the pro hero world, even when I was no longer the naive child that wore rose tinted glasses about the world around us, I still came over whenever I could, because I still chased after you, still wanted you. I was captivated- enamored by you even back then. It was love at first sight, I just… didn’t realize it at the time.”

You smile softly, lost in thought. “And now that we’ve done this, I finally feel like I’ve gotten my dream. This is the happiest moment of my life. But…” the smile falters as you drag your hand to your chest. “Right here. It feels so heavy.”

Aizawa hums. “Well first, I’m happy you see me that way. It means a lot to me, truly. Second? I’ve always been proud of you. I’ve always thought you had potential. I didn’t expel you because I saw that, right from the beginning. I always knew you would make a fantastic pro hero, it was illogical to think otherwise. And I’ve always admired you. No matter what happened, you always remained kind and compassionate. I watched you calm down a terrified little boy who developed a scary new Quirk and accidentally hurt everyone around him, by only talking to him. Any other pro hero would have knocked him out, but you sat with him while his parents were treated by doctors and enthusiastically talked to him about rocket ships and astronauts. I guarantee that kid has never forgotten your patience and understanding in that moment. And even though it’s been almost a decade since you graduated, you still continue to show up to check on me. You still talk to the other teachers at UA regularly which means a lot to them. And every time one of your former classmates or teachers winds up injured in a fight, you show up. You say you were drawn to me like a moth to a flame but I don’t think you give yourself enough credit to how truly radiant you are. I think I fell for you a couple years after you graduated when you knocked on Mic’s door, lying horribly about being in the neighborhood, bringing him take out for no other reason than you found out he was injured in a fight and was concerned he wasn’t taking care of himself properly. That type of kindness is rare in this world.”

He takes a deep breath and loops a finger under your chin so you look at him, see the raw emotion in his eyes. “And I’m honored that you trusted me enough to want your first time to be with me. I didn’t take it lightly and I never will.”

Tears begin to mist in your eyes. Your throat squeezes and your nose burns. Oh… now you understand why you feel so heavy. Why you cried hysterically earlier. “It’s not fair.”

Confusion flits across his face but you let out a shuddering breath. “I’ve wanted you for so long and now that I have you, it’s almost time to go. It doesn’t feel fair. Suddenly, I wish I didn’t have this Quirk, that I wasn’t best suited for this mission. I want to be selfish and stay here with you.”

Aizawa is quiet for a moment, because what can he even say to that? To make this situation better. “I’ll be here. I’ll wait. For however long you take. I’ll be right here waiting for you when you come back.”

“I might come back changed.”

“I’m expecting it.” He already knew. At minimum he was expecting PTSD. It’s why the Commission already started you on therapy. This is the part of hero work that nobody talks about and scares him when he looks at new students. He seems them in situations- on missions like this- and it terrifies him to the bone. He would rather expel them than send them out unready for the reality, expecting big flashy fights on TV, only to find themselves mentally broken when faced with scenarios like this.

“It might be a while before I want you to touch me again, when I come back.” You point out.

“I’ll wait until you’re ready. I won’t do anything you don’t want me to do.” He assured you.

Your eyes flicked up to him. “Why?”

He studied your face. “Only for you. I’ll wait forever if I have to, because you’re worth the wait. It’s always been you.”

You let out a chuckled sob and lean up, kissing him with bittersweet emotions, full of longing and regret. You memorized the way his lips fit against yours, the feel of his hands on your skin. You want this day to be the moment you thought about during your mission, to push you to keep going when you want to give up. Coming back to him is your new goal and you grasp it firmly in your heart, stubbornly refusing to let it go. He’s the reason you became a hero, the reason you kept going when the mantle was too much to bear sometimes. And now, right now, wrapped in his arms, you try to convey with your kiss that he’s the reason you’ll come back.

It’s always been him.

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Pairing: Shota Aizawa x Fem!Reader

In which a pro hero finds herself caught in an elaborate web of deception when her agency strikes a business deal with another, involving a fake engagement with the famous Pro Hero Aizawa. As they navigate the world of pretense, the lines between charades and genuine emotions blur, leading to unexpected feelings and connections. Together, they must balance the facade of a relationship with their true selves, facing challenges, media scrutiny, and inner turmoil while discovering that love can grow in the most unexpected ways.

Warnings: Language Warning! NSFW (18+) Sexual Content

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7(nsfw), 8, 9, 10. THE END

I DO NOT OWN MY HERO ACADEMIA OR ITS CHARACTERS. I ONLY OWN THE OC’s.

(Updated August 13, 11:00am est)

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Premise: It’s just after USJ and you’re going to see Shouta in hospital. Heaven help anyone who stands in your way.

Genre: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Humor

Warnings: some swearing

Summary: It’s just after the USJ incident, and for some reason no one but Hizashi remembers to call you and tell you Shouta’s in the hospital. Anyone who tries to keep you from him is getting bitten.

Fuck fuck fuck. Where was Shouta? Your mind can only tumble between equally frantic thoughts while the receptionist takes her sweet time to give you his room number. It’s been agony waiting for them to finish their treatment plan, especially when they should have consulted you anyway. You’ll just have to make do with what’s left, you suppose, even if it leaves a bitter taste in your mouth.

Once you get to his floor, however, a nurse sitting at the station stands and moves to stop you.

“Miss—”

“Let me through!”

You know the nurse is just doing her job, but right now you just want to strangle her. With how frazzled you feel, you just might. Then she just has to push it by touching your arm, and it takes everything in you not to bite her hand. You were a little feral, just like Shouta, but you never had your lover’s hero shtick to help redirect your impulses.

“Forgive me, but we cannot allow—”

“I said let me through. I’m his wife, godsdamnit!”

You don’t succeed in not snapping her head off, but she takes it well enough. Instead of getting offended, she nods and asks for a patient name.

“Aizawa Shouta.”

“Oh, I know that one. That teacher. I helped bandage him earlier. Follow me.”

You’re practically a nervous wreck as you follow her through the ward. The anticipation and anxiety make your heart beat like a scared rabbit, and all you can do is imagine the worst. It bothers you that no one but Hizashi called to let you know Shouta’s status, but then again, perhaps it had only slipped their minds in all the chaos. Perhaps that assumption was generous.

After all, they have to know you’re one of his immediate emergency contacts. They have to know they need to call you if he’s become badly injured because of your Quirk. You aren’t a Pro Hero, but there are other licenses, certificates, and permits that allow someone to use their Quirk. Anything from Certified Work Permits to Investigative Licenses to Limited Competency Certifications exist for those who wish to use applicable Quirks within certain scopes.

Your specific situation involves having a Restriction Level One Compassionate Healing License. It means that you can use your Quirk on others, even in public, regardless of if the situation is as mild as a sprained ankle or as critical as a skull fracture. Unlike Recovery Girl, your Quirk doesn’t use the patient’s stamina, so you don’t need them to be well-rested or a mild case, or to wait for them to recover somewhat first. Being a doctor or a Hero didn’t suit you, so this seems like the next best alternative. Especially since the government and HPSC recognize how difficult it often is to keep healers from assisting someone injured or dying in front of them and how disastrous it would be to punish said healers, especially if the public got wind of it. So they offer an alternative. Those with healing Quirks who don’t wish to become medical professionals or Pro Heroes full or part time can instead choose to obtain a Compassionate Healing License, ranging from Restriction Level Five to Zero. Level Five had the most restrictions, while Zero had none. It basically meant there were no restrictions on how you could use your Quirk to heal, both in consideration of its natural limitations, and in consideration of its legal ones.

By the time you arrive at his room, you’re ready to collapse from stress, but you have just enough presence of mind to thank the nurse as you lurch into the room. Of course, it’s worse than you thought. He’s bandaged from head to toe, doing a remarkable impression of a mummy. He looks almost like a broken doll lying there, and it breaks something inside of you to see him like that. You sink into the chair next to his bed, barely noticing Hizashi’s jacket that he wears when he wants to be lowkey off-duty.

“Oh, baby,” you whisper with tears in your eyes. “What did they do to you?”

You don’t expect your idiot (not really) husband to answer you then, sounding like he’s on death’s doorstep for a casual nap instead of his dire straights.

“It’s not as bad as it looks.”

“Oh, so it’s just a flesh wound?”

“It’s—”

“Shut up, you insufferable man. You almost died. Let me fuss over you.”

Your hands shake as you uselessly smooth the blankets on his bed. You want to touch him, to reassure yourself of his continued existence if nothing else, but you don’t want to risk hurting him. You haven’t used your Quirk on him yet to ease his pain or wounds. The way it works was that the more positive emotions you felt, the more you could heal. If you felt positive emotions about the patient, even better. Even neutral emotions worked for adequate healing in a pinch. If you needed to “fake it” to heal someone, you could focus on a positive memory or something with positive emotions attached to it to coax your Quirk into healing the way you wanted it to. It sort of reminded you of how people made a Patronus in that one Pre-Quirk book series. Shame the author was some hateful hag, but at least no one has to see her post Chirps. (Chirper replaced Twitter in the last stages of the Pre-Quirk Era, and she’s been dead for the last three hundred years, so no worries there.)

Shouta grumbles but allows your still-trembling hands to flutter over his form, hovering without touching.

“They said I’ll make a full recovery,” he tries again, attempting to soothe you. “You probably don’t even need to use your Quirk. We could just wait for Recovery Girl to—”

You interrupted with a put-upon little huff.

“Why would I let you suffer when I can fix some of it now?”

“Silly woman.”

“Infuriating man.”

Your fake glaring contest lasts for all of five seconds before he sighs and relents. “Fine. Get it over with, then. But you’re the one comforting Hizashi if this wears you out.”

“It won’t. I worked out that the more I love someone, the less energy it takes. Now hold still.”

You reach for his eyes first, because you know how much he needs them for his Quirk and in your Quirk sense, they’re an angry blood red. You don’t know how they look since they’re bandaged, too, but you gather it’s not pretty. Any damage to his eye socket or orbital floor would be hell for his career. Not because being Quirkless was such a terrible fate, but because without it, he’d be vulnerable. Even as an Underground Hero, people recognize him, and if they know he couldn’t use his Quirk properly—or at all—anymore, they’d take advantage of that. They’d see it as a weakness, and in a way it was if they knew he couldn’t rely on Quirk cancellation in his fights. He might fight mostly Quirkless, but Erasure still gave him an advantage.

Only a fool would insist otherwise.

He sighs in relief the moment your energy enters him, flowing into his eyes first, then into the rest of his head to ease the migraine he has. Whether it’s due to his injury, the medications used for surgery, a general lack of sleep, or some combination you have no idea. In hindsight, after you’ve chased away the majority of the pain and swelling, you readjust your assessment to include a concussion and skull fracture in the list of injuries. How lovely, a sarcastic part of your brain mutters as you berate yourself for losing sight of the forest for the trees in your rush to scrub away his pain. On the other hand, the concussion and skull fracture are irrelevant, gone like a flash of sunlight on a rainy day. Frankly, you don’t care. It all hurts him, so you get rid of it. Every single layer down to the last.

His lip, which had busted before he bit through it, also healed, as did his broken nose and a deep gash under his eye, though they might both scar. His scalp healed too. Someone had yanked on his hair hard enough to rip a chunk of it out, and you could almost feel the echo of it throbbing despite the pain easing. It made you furious to know someone had hurt him so badly. It made you ache, too, as if you’re the one laying in bed beaten to a pulp.

Next you heal his arms. One at a time, of course. You start with the one closest to you. A crease grows on your brow as you register the shade—still an angry red, but a shade lighter. His entire body glows like a red star, flickering in various hues of the color that spells danger for the one enduring the wounds. It’s not until your power flows into his arm that you discover the horrifying truth. Fuck the sprinkling of bruises and the little nicks. His arm is broken in five different places, which explains the glare of red bathing your second sight. You sigh from the depths of exasperation, because of course this absolutely insufferable man with no good sense of self-preservation manages to have his arm broken in five places.

“Why does it feel like you’re glaring at me?”

Of course your bastard sounds like he’s amused and apprehensive in equal measure, you think fondly even as you contemplate tying him up in his own capture scarf so he can’t get himself so damaged again.

“Probably because I am. How did you manage to get your arm broken in five different places, Shou?”

“He what?!”

Hizashi’s alarmed cry comes from the doorway. You turn to glare at him, because really? This is a hospital for fuck’s sake! People are trying to heal!

“Hizashi, you know I love you, but if the next sound out of your mouth is another screech, I’ll toss you out of the window myself.”

“And I’ll help,” Shouta added gruffly.

You flick your finger at his already healed cheek.

“No the fuck you won’t, mister! You shouldn’t even be moving yet, let alone throwing Hizashi’s loud ass through a window.”

“Sorry,” Hizashi apologized as he shuffled into the room and closed the door. “I’ll try to be quiet.”

“That’s like asking a cat not to be an asshole,” you mutter as you turn back around, ignoring the indignant “Hey!” from Hizashi as you set to work again.

Undeterred, the inappropriately energetic man sidles up to your side. Not close enough to get in the way, but definitely close enough to watch you work. It’s a delicate process. Even with all the love you have for Shouta, it takes fierce concentration. Mostly due to all the fine-tuned control you need for the seemingly endless fiddly bits. You sit back once you’re done with his arm and massage your temples. Only Shouta, you think again. Only Shouta.

“Your arm is healed, but your wrist and two of your fingers are broken too.”

There’s a sharp intake of breath at your side, and oh yeah, Hizashi’s here too, isn’t he? You’d nearly forgotten since you’d had to block him out to focus. Funny, that. At least Shouta’s arm isn’t hurting him now, though the fact that the other has also been set doesn’t feel particularly promising.

“In addition to the five breaks on his arm?”

“Yes, and some bruising and small cuts. I’ll fix the wrist and fingers then move to his other side. Once I do, it should be safe to touch his face and this limb. Do not touch anything else unless I say otherwise, got it? We don’t wanna hurt him more by aggravating his injuries.”

“Right. I can do that. I’ll hold his hand once you finish doing your thing.”

Without any further discussion, you dive right back into the healing session. Even though your Quirk isn’t directly tied to your stamina, like an inverse of Recovery Girl’s, you can still get tired. The mental and emotional exhaustion that can lead to a period of brain fog or numbness, like the kind that comes after a good cry—or even a short bought of depression in extreme cases—isn’t a cakewalk just because you can often otherwise function as normal. Still, Shouta’s worth the backlash, and you can always sleep it off. You heal his wrist and his fingers as promised, then pause and frown because while the halo of his arm has cooled to a healthier pink as it repairs itself, his ribs scream at you.

“Fuck.”

“What is it?”

“Ribs.”

It comes out as a grunt. You don’t care, just reach out to brush your fingers over them. Some are bruised, and some are cracked. Ribs can be bandaged, but not properly set. You probe around with your power to make sure they haven’t punctured anything, then cut off the flow of energy.

“How many?” Hizashi asks when you stand.

“Enough.”

His hand grips Shouta’s like a lifeline as you round the bed, pausing to correct the damage you see as you go. “Sprained ankles.”

“Shouta,” you hear the blond murmur as you heal a nasty bruise on his leg that feels suspiciously like the outline of a boot. Ouch. Definitely from a kick. The broken blood vessels sing in relief at your touch.

“He’ll live, Zashi.”

He’s got another three breaks on this arm that’s speckled with bruises, another broken finger, and huh. A broken clavicle. You list aloud the injuries as you caress each one, sending warm waves of healing energy through them. You heal the nasty scratch on his neck, too, and the random thigh muscle he somehow pulled. That seems like the worst of it, aside from the hodgepodge of bruised organs that includes his spleen, his liver, and both kidneys, and a bruised abdomen. Thankfully he has no internal bleeding, but he’d have been sore for a while otherwise.

By the time you finish, you feel a little numb, but only just. It seems to have messed with your emotions again in a limited capacity. The closest you can feel to happiness at the moment is bitter relief, though the love you have for him never fades even when you get these spells. They’re temporary, and part of this may be due to stress instead of just being induced by your Quirk backlash.

Mostly you feel tired, like you’ve been crying for a long time and can’t cry anymore but on a low level. It’s a largerly emotionally drained feeling mixed with the barest hint of brain fog. You don’t heal all the time, after all, not like Recovery Girl or some of the Quirked doctors. Even when you do, it’s not often to this extent. You don’t always have to push yourself so much, but now you feel as if you should. Quirk training might just save Shouta’s life one day.

You’d never forgive yourself if he needed you but you were too weak to heal him.

“Is it done, then?”

“It’s done. Give it an hour before you start taking off all his casts and bandaging, though.”

“Are you going somewhere?”

You shrug.

“I’m taking a nap.”

With that, you crawl into bed next to Shouta to sleep off your backlash. Hizashi doesn’t protest. Smart man, that one. Anyone who tries to pry you away from Shouta’s side right now still stands a high chance of getting bitten. Hizashi must like having both of his hands. Good.

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[karume-everything-else]

Occupied

Reader x Shouta Aizawa (Eraserhead) [My Hero Academia/ BNHA]

FW: Little suggestive, tight spaces, aggressive cuddling, teasing

"Excuse you sir, this sleeping bag is occupied." You half-glared up at the dark-haired man tugging on the end of the sleeping bag, "Please go find your own."

Aizawa deadpanned, "This is my sleeping bag you little pain."

"Finder's Keeper's." You puffed your cheeks a little in a pout, "You were too slow."

"I was at work!"

A tired sigh punctuated the statement in the face of you sticking your tongue out at him. Aizawa just wanted to curl up in his sleeping bag, why did that have to be difficult?

"Sir!" You protested, "This sleeping bag is occupied!"

"Protest all you want, this is my sleeping bag." Aizawa wiggled his legs in, really testing the max capacity, "And like it or not, you're going to be punished."

"Oooh~" You had to wiggle just to avoid getting a knee or elbow to the face, "I'm so scared of the Erasure Hero. What's he gonna do against little ole quirkless me?"

Aizawa had to fight back so many retorts. There was plenty he could do to you. And he was just tired enough to give into those thoughts, but this sleeping bag would rip if he did... it was his favorite sleeping bag after all.

"This..."

You nearly jumped at the cold hands slipping under your shirt, "Christ Shouta! What? Did you just come back from the top of a mountain or something?"

"Nice and warm..."

"Get your frosted tips off me!"

"No. You stole my sleeping bag."

"You left it behind."

"That's not how this works, and you know it."

Sticking your tongue out at him was a slight mistake. But being kissed wasn't the worst outcome. Though a slight ripping sound had both of you laying extremely still, carefully trying to escape the bright yellow cocoon.

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[aizawasprincess]

Help Me Hold On To You

Pairing: Aizawa Shouta/Reader

Rating: G

Words: 352

Genre: Hurt/Comfort

Tags/Warnings: Gender Neutral Reader, Panic Attacks, Cuddling

Summary: You wake up in a panic and unsure of where you are. Shouta calms you down.

A/N: This is something I wrote a while ago and then re-found it and decided to post. Also I stated writing this author’s note with something specific in mind that I wanted to say and now I can’t remember it rip (probably bc it’s 2am and also I forgot my ADHD meds today 💀)

Edit: I REMEMBERED. This is actually the second part in a series of related Aizawa/Reader one shots called Would It Be Enough (If I Could Never Give You Peace) that are all hurt/comfort/fluff/domestic shit, so you can check out my Ao3 to read the first part and any new parts that come out if you’d like!

It feels like you’ve been punched in the stomach. What’s happening? A minute ago you were- nowhere? Your mind scrambles for a minute before coming up with an answer: asleep. You were asleep. Now you can feel your heart fluttering against your ribs like a scared bird trapped in a cage. You blink frantically, trying to take in your surroundings. It’s dark, and it takes you a minute to realize you weren’t in your home. The ringing in your ears gets louder as the panic grows. You don’t know where you are. You sit up quickly- too quickly, and blood rushes from your head. Your joints are locked and tense as you reach out blindly in an attempt to find anything familiar. A pair of hands catches your wrists, and you open your mouth to scream.

“Shh. It’s alright. It’s just me. You’re okay.”

Your breath comes in short, quick huffs, and realization slowly dawns on you.

“Sh-Shouta?” Your voice cracks.

“That’s right, it’s me. I’ve got you. You’re safe.” His thumbs rub soothing circles over your hands.

Something releases in your chest, and memories come flooding back to you. Shouta’s apartment. The movie. The two of you must have fallen asleep on his couch. Tears sting your eyes, but don’t fall. You grit your teeth.

You sit frozen for a moment, unsure of what you need. Your heart is still pounding.

Shouta begins to release you, and you reach back for him desperately, fingers locking around his shirt.

“I- I-“ You don’t know what you’re trying to say.

Shouta slips his arms around your shoulders and gently pulls you against his chest. A shudder runs through you, but you instantly feel a tiny bit better.

“It’s okay, I’ve got you. This will end, and you’ll be alright. Everything’s going to be fine.

He rubs your back gently, and you can feel yourself relaxing against him. Your heart begins to slow, and you can feel your eyes begin to droop shut. Shouta pulls a blanket over the two of you.

“Thanks, Sho,” you mumble.

He rests his chin on your head.

“Always.”

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[perplexedflower]

Someone I Used To Love

Fandom: My Hero Academia.

Category: F/M.

Relationship: Shōta Aizawa/Eraserhead x Female Reader.

Type: One shot.

Words: 2,771.

Summary: On a particularly dark night, Shōta Aizawa finds a mysterious girl alone in the darkness. But something is weird about this young girl. It is like she reminds him of someone…

Chronology: Post-story.

Warning: Angst.

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As he slowly walked into the rain, he noticed a girl, all by herself, sitting in the middle of the road. He went up to her, only to hear she was crying.

"Hey." He began. "Is everything okay? You shouldn't be out here, alone at night."

Seeing the girl did not respond and simply continued on sobbing, he kneeled next to her and put a hand on her shoulder. He stared at her closely, and without even knowing why, he hugged her; he held her tight in his arms and passed a hand through her hair.

"C'mon, we should move out of the road." He said, turning his face to her.

She calmed down a bit, but still breathed loudly and with difficulty. He took her more in his arms before making her get up and go sit on a bench nearby. He sat her down, holding her hand and warming it up. He could not resist but take a closer look at her: he could not see her eyes, as they were covered by one of her hands and the fact that her face was turned to the ground, but he could see the rest of her body; being used to the darkness, he did not find it hard to see clearly at this point.

She must be a student. He thought. Probably around 18 years old or so.

He sat down next to her and looked around him. He did not know why that girl was there, or what she was doing like that, but he did not dare to ask, too afraid it would only make her even sadder.

"Have... Have we met before?"

He turned around in a swift movement, not expecting a word to come out of that girl's mouth.

"I, uh... I don't know... Have we?"

"Your hug, earlier... It reminds me of someone. Someone I used to love."

He did not know how to react to this confession and decided on staying quiet. A long silence came after that and neither of them talked: strangely, he thought it was better this way.

Sometimes, it's better to say nothing. He thought.

The girl seemed to feel a bit better than before, and that made him feel better as well.

"I understand you probably don't wanna talk about it, but... What's going on?" He said, afraid of what she might answer.

The girl did not say a word and shook her head a few seconds later.

"It's ok, don't worry, you don't have to tell me." He said, taking her hand again.

"What's your name?" She asked out of nowhere.

He wondered why she was so curious about him when in this situation, it should have been the other way around.

"My name's Aizawa, Shōta Aizawa."

The girl laughed sadly.

"Heh. I knew it."

"What do you mean?" Asked Aizawa, confused.

"This tender hug. These warming hands. This soft voice. You're him. The man I used to love, so badly."

Aizawa opened his mouth, only to shut it right back, incapable of finding anything to say. A cat passed by, and without even looking, the young girl felt it.

"You love cats, Aizawa-san, don't you?" The girl said, trying too hard to seem happy when the dark-haired man could hear the sadness in her voice betraying her.

"Yes, I do."

The cat found a clear spot where it would not be touched by the pounding water. Aizawa looked up at the black sky and realized the rain was getting stronger.

"I'm sorry I don't have an umbrella on me for you right now." He said, chagrined.

The girl did not answer, and Aizawa guessed that meant she was ok with it. A sudden noise was heard from where the cat was, and without even raising her head, the girl knew what Aizawa had just witnessed.

"It's dead, isn't it?"

Aizawa looked mortified, as the image of the cat slipping, falling down, and hitting a heavy rock nearby still looped in his head, again and again.

"Don't think about saving it." The girl said before he even was about to stand up. "It's not dead yet, but will be in a minute, and unfortunately, we can't do anything about it."

This girl is scary. Thought Aizawa, not daring to move.

"You think I'm scary, don't you?"

Aizawa looked at her and gasped.

Can she read minds, too?

"I'm sorry, but I can't do anything about it. It's just the way I am."

Aizawa could not find anything to say, so he just nodded patiently.

"Rain falling, cats dying... People changing... We can't do anything about it."

She was right, and Aizawa knew it inside him, but he could feel something was wrong.

"I ran." She suddenly said.

The man looked at her, waiting for the end of her sentence.

"You... ran?"

"I ran away. From home. From friends. From a family that I never really had. From everything." She added calmly.

Aizawa began to understand a bit more what was happening as he pieced out all the information he had in mind.

"I'm bad, ain't I, Aizawa-san?"

Tears started rolling down her face again, and he could hear some of them getting trapped in her throat as she talked.

"You just have a really powerful ability, that's all." He said, trying to calm her down.

"I'm bad, I know it. Something's wrong with me, and all I can do is live with it..."

"Listen... I..." He tried to say but ended up keeping quiet.

"... That's why he left me..."

A long break filled with the sounds of rain, sobs, and whispers followed.

I hate it. He thought. I hate it so much. This situation, right here, where I can't do anything. Why can't I just talk normally, for God's sake?

"Aizawa-san."

The man turned around.

"Yes?"

"... You still remember me... R-Right?" She struggled to say through her tears, falling as fast as the rain surrounding them.

"Oh, I..."

But he did not finish his sentence: instead, he approached her and circled her in his arms.

I'm so sorry. He thought to himself. So so sorry.

"It's ok." She said.

But it was not. The girl stopped crying after a while, though she could still feel water drops on her; and she knew it was not the rain.

"Aizawa-san..." The girl whispered, grabbing him by the shoulders.

The man was now crying, and he only had four words to say.

"I'm so sorry, I..."

But he burst into tears again.

"Oh..." The girl started, caressing his dark hair. "Don't cry for me, please."

She continued to hug him tight, hoping he would stop crying. He held on to her pretty hard, but she did not pay it much mind; as long as it helped him feel better, she was alright with it.

"Don't be sorry, ok? It's ridiculous of you to think that you're responsible for this." She said, looking at him directly in the eyes.

"Then why were you crying when I found you?" He cried while trying to look at her, his tears not allowing him to see properly anymore.

"You don't have anything to do with this."

"You're lying!" He almost screamed. "I know you are! I must have something to do with all this, I can feel it!"

The girl stared at him sadly and continued to caress him.

"God... WHY CAN'T I REMEMBER YOU, FOR FUCK'S SAKE?!" He yelled, his fist punching the side of the bench as he said those words.

She smiled as a tear fell onto her chin.

"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry..." Murmured Aizawa, again and again.

The girl grabbed him by the cheeks and swept off his tears.

"Even when you cry..." She started.

She pulled down his scarf and passed a hand on his neck.

"... You're still as beautiful as the first day I saw you." She continued while seeming to try and hold back another river of tears.

She paused herself a brief instant to stare into his eyes, and it seemed as if they were calling out to her to continue her story; she grabbed Aizawa's hands tenderly, seeing he was hanging on her words.

"That day I met you at U.A... I had gotten lost in the school, wondering which of this maze's classrooms I should step in. That's when I bumped into you; I looked up at you, and I remember thinking to myself that although you were in your early thirties, you looked ragged and grumpy. But who was I to judge, just a lost 15-year-old teenager working on being a professional superhero? You looked down at me, your gaze met mine, but neither of us said anything; I liked to convince myself I had triggered something in you that day, but I was never sure. In silence, you kept walking your own way, heading to a classroom bearing the sign "1-A", and that's how I later found out you'd be my homeroom teacher. Since that day, I never stopped loving you."

The man, now sobbing, listened to her quietly.

"You see this rain?" She asked as the man did not move an inch. "Well..."

And as fast as lightning, the rain suddenly stopped. Staring back into his eyes, she could read a mix of confusion and surprise on his face.

"I've... never truly explained to you what my powers are... Right? Even when I was still a student in U.A.... I avoided the question, managing to always stay vague about it. But... now I think you deserve to know."

Aizawa was still sobbing, feeling in his heart a growing pain as if it was slowly twisting into a knot.

"... When I was little, my parents were convinced I had no quirk since I had never shown a sign of any potential power, even after reaching the age of 4. I was thus marked as quirkless, and seen as such by all... That is, until we discovered the hard way I did in fact have one. My mother's quirk was one of luck, allowing her to have good luck whenever she desired it, for however long she wanted; the backlash was that the longer she left it activated, the more it would exhaust her. And most importantly, after deactivating her power, she would have bad luck for twice as long as she had left her power active beforehand. One day, she died in an accident at home during one of her periods of bad luck: a toy I had left on the ground near our staircase caused her to trip and fall down the flight, breaking her neck on impact. At the same exact second I heard her hit the ground, I felt an outside force enter my body, as if an energy was now residing inside me."

The young girl took a break from her story to look at her hands, still wet from all the rain which had drenched her.

"Her death was marked as accidental, even though I saw it as being my fault; it left my father gravely traumatized, leading him to shut down to the world, including myself. Eventually, it drove him to suicide, and the second he drew his last breath, I felt the exact same sensation I had once felt when my mother had died. I connected the dots together and quickly came to a haunting conclusion: my mother had died because of me, and by extension, it was my fault if my father had died too. And when both their deaths had occurred, I had felt two separate powers enter my body."

Sheepishly, she looked up at Aizawa, her eyes wet with edging tears.

"My quirk is acquiring the quirks of people I kill, or who die by my fault, more or less indirectly. I've never killed anyone willingly, but... Many people have died because of me, simply because of my mother's quirk... When she died and I obtained her power, it was new to me and my body had trouble adapting to it, so I had no control over it: it'd activate on its own, and I had no way of making it stop, so once it would, I'd be left with long periods of bad luck, and whoever was around me would be affected by it. I eventually came to control it, and only use it when I decided to, but by the time I got there, I had already caused too much damage..."

The girl felt herself losing control of her emotions again and cuddled against Aizawa's chest in hopes that it would calm her down.

"All these powers..." She began, her voice starting to tremble. "All these abilities I have in me..."

She hesitated to finish her sentence but decided she had to stay strong and held Aizawa tighter.

"I have so many of them! So many people I've killed just by being around them!" She said loudly, closing her eyes.

She paused herself to breathe a bit and carried on.

"I managed to integrate U.A. by registering with one of the quirks I had acquired over time. But, seeing all these wonderful people around me, all this glory... It made me feel like I didn't belong. I had made friends whose kindness I didn't deserve... I had fallen for you, although I was not worth your care and attention. I knew I could never become a superhero with the way I was... So I decided to drop out of school. I couldn't look at myself in a mirror anymore. I was scared of who I was and afraid of what I might become. That's why..."

The clouds started to go away and the sky got bluer.

"... That's why I ran away. I didn't wanna hurt people anymore."

She looked at Aizawa and noticed he had stopped crying.

"That's why I abandoned you, too. You were the only one left I had, the only one left I loved, and the sheer thought of you getting hurt by my fault was just impossible to imagine. So even if it meant not seeing you ever again, I tried to stay away from your life; I could never say for sure you reciprocated my feelings, but all the more if it was the case, I had decided to walk away before it would hurt us too much."

The girl took Aizawa's hand into her own and passed a gentle finger on the scar under his right eye.

"Now you see why I'm bad, Aizawa-san, and why you shouldn't come near me."

"... No." He simply answered.

The girl stared at him for long, her mouth opened and her eyes shining in the moonlight.

"A part of me knows who you are, and I refuse to ignore it."

The girl did not respond and just stared at the moon instead.

"It's getting late, you should head back home now." She simply said in a motherly tone.

Aizawa did not react and kept on murmuring things to himself. The girl sighed and stood up.

"You really haven't changed, haven't you..." She calmly said to him, putting a strand of hair behind his ear.

She took his hand and pressed on it.

"Even if you don't, I have to get back to my place anyway." She said, glaring at the darkness and the road.

"Wait." He stopped her, grabbing her by the wrist. "Can't you stay, just... a bit more?"

She slightly frowned her eyebrows.

"I... I can't, I..." She tried to say. "... I can't stay around you." She finally whispered.

Aizawa raised his head and the girl saw that his eyes were begging her. In a deep breath, she bent over and left a delicate kiss on his cheek.

"Goodbye, Aizawa-san." She whispered into his ears as she interlaced her fingers with his.

And suddenly, the girl vanished before his eyes. He felt something folding into his hand and opened it; inside was a small piece of paper.

"I'm sorry to leave you this soon. I just found you and I already have to go away. But... Please, think before doing anything too dangerous. I might get you hurt if I stay with you, but, if you really, truly, want me to be something important in your life... Then I will stay around you for that time."

Aizawa raised his hand to the moon above him and held the paper tight in his hand as he swept off his last tears with his elbow.

I'll remember you, I promise. But for now, as long as you're taking all the space in my mind, please, don't go too far away from me.

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[darkchocolateoreozfox]

Wrenching

Shouta Aizawa x Reader (1258 words)

This is sfw, but this blog is not. Minors and ageless blogs DNI. I check each notification.

Warnings: angst, loss, low self-esteem, unhealthy coping mechanisms. Not quite a happy ending?? Kind of a neutral ending.

Notes: This is just a slightly modified EraserJoke fic from my Ao3, where I removed all things I deemed unique to their relationship. You don't have to be like Joke to enjoy this one! lol

Also, this was written to be pre-canon, but I suppose it doesn't matter. Anyway, enjoy!

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His form is sloppy.

You never thought you’d think that while watching Shouta train, but it was true. Left, right, left, right; he struck at the chest-high wooden pole, wrapped in thick rope for extra toughness with the swords he held in each hand, one at a time. The swords he’d never been able to grasp…

Not in the way Shingo had.

Your heart ached at the thought of the aged Pro, Shouta’s father, who’d died just a couple of weeks prior. He’d been known for his technique with his double swords, on top of the Erasure Shouta had inherited. The sword skills, however, had not been passed down quite so smoothly.

Shouta hated it. He always had; that much you knew, but he’d only gotten like this once before, when his cloudy-haired friend had been killed. Somehow, loss made him that much angrier at his perceived deficit. 

The imperfect form wasn’t all because of that, though. You knew that. Shouta was injured, but he wasn’t letting that stop him. He wasn’t listening to reason at all. That was why you had come in the first place.

Shouta grunted each time he swung, whether from frustration or pain you weren’t sure, but you knew that the rigorous exercise couldn’t be good for the cracked ribs that lay under his purpled flesh. The blades had cleaved through some of the rope now, and were working deep grooves into the wood. Splinters scattered every which way with every slash, but Shouta wasn’t satisfied. No, he wouldn’t be until the pole was cut fully in half.

Alas, it was not to be. With one last swing, Shouta cut halfway through the wood, but when he pulled back, the sound that left him was definitely pained. The sudden jerk had aggravated his injury, and with a strangled cry his hand sprang off of the sword’s handle, like it had burned him. He stumbled hard into a sitting position, driving another sharp, pained sound from his lips. Instinctively, he curled around the source of his misery, hugging his midsection and shaking. You felt another sympathetic pang.

The pang worsened, however, when the first sob left him.

Shouta’s wasn’t crying from the pain; at least, you didn’t think. No, those tears were frustrated. Harsh and raw and angry, with gritted teeth and tightly shut eyes trying to keep them in. When Shouta shed tears, they were like this. 

Shouta rasped out a swear, his shoulders shuddering. With a cracked, furious yell, he threw his other sword to the side, so hard that it clanged against the ground, cursing again.

Before you could think about it, you were at his side, gently rubbing his back and stroking his hair, murmuring comforts with her own voice deeply pained. “I know, I know… It’s okay, Shouta. It’s going to be okay.”

Shouta’s sobs began to quiet, but he said nothing. He didn’t try to stop you, so she just kept talking to him. He just glared at the ground with reddened, glossy eyes, chest heaving erratically with his shaky breaths. He just looked so angry at the world.

“After everything,” Shouta finally growled, muscles tensing, “After everything, I still can’t do a freaking thing right. Couldn’t get my act together for Oboro… F-For Dad… I really am useless.”

“You are not,” you said firmly. Shouta looked up at her, and behind the biting rage, she saw pure misery in his eyes. “Come on, okay?” you added gently. “Let’s go get you cleaned up. I’ll get you something to drink, too.”

Shouta grunted, keeping his gaze bitterly averted. Even though he was so close now, to you he felt hundreds of miles away. Uoi wondered if he’d even heard you. He just shook with the force of another suppressed sob, lowering his head more as if intentionally obscuring his tear-streaked features. 

“I feel…” he croaked after a long pause, not lifting his head. He swallowed. “Think I’m gonna pass out.”

Despite the alarm that filled you at that statement, you nodded as calmly as you could. “Okay. Okay. I’ve got you. Just try to breathe.”

Shouta nodded, still not looking up, but he seemed to follow your instructions. He didn’t speak any more for a time, letting her keep him steady. When at last the color seemed to return to his ears and neck (all you could really observe at the the moment), he heaved a shaky sigh. “Dad got hit, and I went berserk. I… I should’ve kept my wits about me. I should have gone to get help. I could’ve gotten Recovery Girl, or at least the paramedics. I could have… he could have…” he finally whispered, voice strained as if he was trying to force his voice back to normal now that his tears were subsiding. 

“There was no saving him once he got hit,” you replied evenly. “You did everything you could. You helped to defeat the villain who killed him, and you were with Shingo as he passed.”

Shouta said nothing.

At some point you were able to walk him into the house, past the rooms of the house’s inhabitants– his brother Aki, emotionally exhausted and hopefully asleep; his other brother Hanzo, also physically exhausted from his urgent move back home and no doubt asleep, if his soft snores were any indication; and his mother Asuka, now alone in her futon. You had Shouta sit on the couch and brought him a water to sip before you went to run a bath for him. Once it was prepared, you returned, finding Shouta sitting hunched over just about identically to before. 

“Hey,” you whispered. “How are you feeling now? Still faint?”

Shouta shook his head silently.

“Good,” you murmured, kneeling so that you could get as close to making eye contact as possible. “I ran a bath for you. Go get in, okay? It’s gonna be all right.” You paused, before adding a soft, “I love you, you hear me?”

Shouta mumbled something, fatigued and clumped together, but it sounded like, “I love you too.” You moved closer so that your bodies touched, and Shouta rested his damp forehead on your shoulder. Then finally, finally, he lifted his head, his eyes grateful and somehow remorseful, yet bleary and almost unfocused even as they met yours. Still, they met yours. That was all you needed.

“Think you can get up?”

“I think so.”

“Okay, good. I’m right here,” you reminded him as the both of you stood up together, Shouta wincing from the pain still fresh in his ribs. He was due for a shave, you observed, and he had dark rings under his eyes. He looked so worn and brittle, but affection still surged in your chest at the sight of him, if not more so now than before. “Come on, Shouta,” you urged gently, guiding him to the bathroom.

Once the two of you arrived, you reached up to card her fingers through his hair once before turning to leave and give him privacy. That was, until he spoke again. “You’d best go home. I’ll be fine. You need your rest.” 

“So do you,” you retorted at once. Shouta exhaled through his nose, his gaze lowering. 

“I’m going to be all right,” Shouta assured you almost half-heartedly.

You sighed, knowing you probably shouldn’t believe him. “I’m gonna stay until you get out of the bath, in case you get dizzy again. Then I’ll go home. Call me tomorrow and tell me how you’re doing, okay?” Shouta nodded, and reluctantly, you took your leave.

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[whattheheckmidoriya]

Quiet Chapter 8: Sorry Chief

Description: Finally, you and Tsukauchi sit for your first round of interrogations.

Warnings: Mentions of guns

Word Count: 2,471

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Anticipation bubbled in your veins, your heart roaring in your ears as you pushed your glasses up the bridge of your nose. Looking over your files one last time, your fingers trailed over the ink scribbles that marked the pages, notes upon notes of observations and questions. Slipping the files close, you looked up to meet Tsukauchi, who was already tucking his own batch of files under his arm.

"Ready, Beholder?" the detective asked, an aching glimmer of hope twinkling in his eyes as you pushed yourself away from your desk. "There might be a chance we won't get anything from this."

You bit your lip at his comment. Interrogations were slow, yet brutal. The truth always lingered somewhere between a storm of lies and pitiful stalling. You, however, always had the upper hand; it’s hard to hide from someone who can virtually see everything all at once. With a deep breath, resolve settled over your features, silencing the murmuring anxieties within you. You smiled. “Today’s a step towards something, sir,” Nodding, you continued, “I’m ready for whatever that is.”

Tsukauchi met your smile with one of his own, fixing his hat over his head before fetching his keys. The careful jingle of his keys had you joining his side, the detective tossing a reassuring glance your way. Pulling the door open, he prompted you to step out first and he quickly followed suit, staying near as you navigated the hallways together until reaching your destination.

Noise from all around flooded your senses, everything from morning small-talk, to gossip and the beeping and static of walkie-talkies seeped into your ears. Part of you was just as ecstatic as you were nervous. The cool air pooling out from the vents tickled your nose and wrapped itself around your neck, chilling your bones, but you couldn’t stop to pay it any attention. Your heart picked up as you came to a stop before a door that, unlike the rest, lacked a window to the other side. 

A trembling breath expanded your lungs as you lingered by. It only took a moment to register all that went on behind the door.; the barrier did little to deprive your senses. A thumping heart, rhythmically tapping fingers, bouncing leg, and soft, frustrated mumbling. This was the first of many suspects you’d have to sit with, Tsukauchi asking the questions while you acted as an organic lie detector. 

“This is Victor?” you questioned, watching your partner sort through his files until he found what he was in search of. A vague memory of your first encounter with the criminal lingered at the back of your mind, the clicking of the barrel of a gun still ringing in your ears if you concentrated long enough. 

The detective nodded, his brows pulling together. He hummed his confirmation, “Detained for suspicious activity and inciting violence near a school,” reading off of the report, he continued, “Word on the street is that, like most of the criminals under our custody, Victor has been spreading rumors of a villain alliance. Motives unknown.” 

You frowned, toying with your thoughts before daring to speak of them. “Should we ask him?” 

He tilted his head at you, curiosity glinting in his dark eyes. “Ask him about what?”

Catching your bottom lip between your teeth, you thought over your words carefully. The restless finger tapping on the other side of the door irked you slightly. With a sigh, you collected yourself. “We’ve got a lot on our plates recently-- none of these things we have solid footing on.” The soothing aroma of roasted coffee settled comfortably in the depths of your lungs as you took a deep breath. “It’s a huge shot in the dark, but isn’t it worth considering that maybe some of these things connect?”

At that, the detective shot a teasing grin your way, quirking a brow. “Weren’t you the one who thought that might be too ambitious for these criminals?”

You clicked your tongue in a weak attempt at hiding your own smile, but the subtle curl of your lips had a low chuckle rumbling from his chest. “And weren’t you the one saying that it was worth looking into? Listen,” You wondered what Toshinori was doing-- hopefully not pushing the kids too much during class. He had a way of overdoing things without even intending to. “We have a bunch of criminals forming alliances with each other out of nowhere, and they get bolder with every passing day. We have a mountain's worth of missing person reports, and then we have Tomura Shigaraki proudly claiming he’s found a way to destroy the Symbol of Peace,” You jab a finger towards the door, prompting the detective to follow. “These things might be completely unrelated, but don’t you think it might not be a coincidence that all are happening simultaneously? By asking him, we might be able to get a clue of whether these events are connected or not.”

As silence settled over the two of you, the detective pondered over your words, his eyes still fixated on the door before you. The watch on his wrist ticked and whirred as its hands moved with the passing of time, its rhythmic ticks resounding in your ears. He didn’t reply, not while the weight of your words pressed onto his shoulders slowly.

“I don’t want to leave these possibilities unattended, Tsukauchi,” you breathed, fixing your utility belt. “But I’m not making any moves unless I can be sure we’re on the same page.” 

“Do you still have the photo?” he blurted suddenly, only glancing at you from the corner of his eye. “From your patrol in Yokohama?”

Behind darkened lenses, your eyes widened as you immediately shuffled through your files, flipping through marked and tabbed pages. Finally, you held out the image, watching intently as he plucked it from your fingers and inspected it with the same attention as he did when you first reported your findings. 

“We’ll just ask if he knows the kid, alright?” He tucked the photo into his own file, his gaze meeting yours. “I need you to pay attention to his reaction.”

Clenching your jaw, your head bobbed in response. “Got it.”

A comforting hand settled over your shoulder, offering a gentle, reassuring squeeze. “C’mon, let’s get this over with.”

Victor wasn’t as menacing as he liked to make himself seem. Brown locks of hair glowed amber under harsh white lights, his eyes refusing to meet either your gaze or the detective’s. Judging by the scowl twisting his face, he certainly remembered you as you remembered him, only now his wrists sat enclosed in stun cuffs, unable to activate his quirk. 

“Good morning Victor,” Tsukauchi greeted, his words void of their usual warmth and charisma. His eyes remained trained on the man before him as he pulled out a chair for you, only allowing himself to sit once you were situated in your rightful place. “Doing well today?”

Victor humorlessly laughed, ignoring the detective and narrowing his eyes at you. Without his metal helmet, his eyes glared at you with raging flames, not the icy, mechanic hues you remembered. “You’ve got quite some nerve to come to pay me a visit, sweetheart.” His voice bitterly rang deep within your ears, “I should’ve pumped you with lead when I had the chance.” 

How he flexed his fingers with sour poignancy wasn't lost on you.

You merely stared back at the man, biting your tongue long enough for Tsukauchi to drop his files onto the table with a heavy thud. Victor’s attention snapped back to him then, his eyes blazing with anger as the detective silently sorted through his files. It was quite amusing, how your friend’s cool demeanor always ticked off the person on the receiving end of it. “Let’s get started,” Tsukauchi said, cutting through the tension nonchalantly. “Witnesses testified to seeing you near schools, inciting violence and threatening to harm the kids. Anything you have to say about that?”

“Screw you,” the criminal snapped, sinking into his chair. Tilting his head back, he glared at you through hooded eyes, scoffing when you only fixed your glasses. “I’m not telling either of you anything, so go shove your questions up your--”

“Is it true you were recruiting other criminals?” Tsukauchi cut him off smoothly, pointedly waiting for a reply. “You aren’t the only one who’s been reported and accused of this. Did you purposely go out of your way to recruit others for a job?” 

If his body language and refusal to immediately reply didn’t give it away, his eventual response certainly did. “I work alone,” Victor grumbled. Angrily, he twisted his wrists within their cuffs, cursing at how they bit his skin. “And would it kill ya to loosen these damn things?”

“Yes,” you responded cooly. Leaning forward, you clasped your hands together, your knuckles hooking under your chin and propping your head up. “I’m sure it would be a risk if we were to accommodate you with looser cuffs. With that gun quirk of yours, no doubt we’d both be under a shooting if we dared concede to your wishes.” You sighed, the clenching of his fists roaring in your ears. “So yes, it would kill us.”

“Smart-ass,” he bit under his breath, though you heard it clearly. 

You cleared your throat. “You didn’t answer his question,”

Victor sat up, his jaw ticking as he replied coldly, “I said I wouldn’t be answering shit.”

“Did you purposely go out of your way to recruit other criminals for a job?” Tsukauchi repeated, pushing for a response. With a steady gaze, the detective read the man sitting opposite him like an open book. You were quick to follow. Tense shoulders, clenched jaw, narrowed eyes. Something still remained unsaid.

“I work alone!” Victor snapped loudly, making you wince slightly. Luckily, he didn’t seem to notice. “My jobs are my jobs only! I don’t work with others, and don’t plan on doing it any time soon!”

Your eyes widened, your spine straightening at the strain in his voice. Under the table, your foot subtly tapped over your partner’s shoe. He’s lying.

Tsukauchi skillfully played along, not even glancing at you as he once again sorted through his files, your heart leaping in realization as to what he was searching for. Before retrieving what he’d been looking for, he averted his eyes back to Victor. “Witnesses say they’ve seen you sneaking around with other criminals,” there was a pause before he continued, “But you work alone, don’t you? So who were they? Casual friends?”

Victor merely turned his head to the side, pressing his lips into a thin line. 

Not a snitch, you thought.

“What can you tell me about Tomura Shigaraki?” The words slipped out of the detective’s mouth, smooth and casual as if he were chatting with a childhood friend.

Curiosity gnawed at the back of your brain, rabid and untamed. You truly wanted to know.

Then you heard it. As loud as a shot of a gun, his heart hammered against his chest in a moment of utter silence. His eyes widened, something akin to fear and anger flickering behind his gaze before it vanished. He shifted in his seat, the stun cuffs rubbing his wrists raw as he twisted them slightly. 

“If there’s anything you could tell us--” The detective couldn’t finish his sentence as the criminal snapped at him.

“I don’t know anything!” Victor hissed through clenched teeth, refusing to make eye contact.

You frowned. That’s awfully defensive for someone who knows nothing. Once again, your shoe tapped against your partner’s. He’s lying.

“Have you ever heard of him?” Tsukauchi tried again, sliding over the photo you’d captured when you first witnessed Shigaraki’s fearsome claims. “Seen him?”

Victor froze before slapping the photo away. “No!”

Before either of you could utter another word, a gaping hole opened behind Victor, startling the three of you before realization sunk.

A mocking grin reached the criminal’s lips, the soles of his feet meeting the side of the table before him. “Sorry, chief,” he laughed. “Seems like I’m needed elsewhere!”

“Wait!” You jumped from your seat, barreling over the table to hold onto the man. Before your fingers could even take a hold of him, he pushed off the table, tumbling into the warp hole and disappearing as the gate closed in on itself. 

Silence, thick and tense, blanketed the room, only shattered by the frustrated breaths that rushed out of your chest. 

“Was that--?” Tsukauchi asked, not being able to reach the end of his question before you were already confirming his words.

“That was him,” you replied, your head falling to your chest in defeat. “Dammit!” Your fist met the table in a rush of anger, the echo of the hit bouncing off the walls and rattling into your ears. Bile boiled in your stomach, twisting and turning uncomfortably. 

After a beat, Tsukauchi spoke up gently, “We should go report this.”

With a deep breath, you lowered yourself from the table, nodding at his suggestion. Just when your thoughts were coming together, a commotion broke the air on the other side of the door. You furrowed your brow, wincing at the sudden rush of running and shouting that boomed from outside the interrogation room.

Before either of you could react, the door slammed open, an officer bursting through with bated breath. He lingered for a moment, eyes fearful as he tried catching his breath.

“What is it?” you asked, noticing the way his hands shook ever so slightly. 

The officer opened his mouth, clamping it shut before trying again. When he spoke, a haunted look crawled up his face, “They’re gone.”

“Who’s gone?” Tsukauchi piped up, tucking both of your files under his arm.

Carefully, the officer spoke, “Everyone,” he gasped, “Every suspect, every single criminal brought into custody by you,” His eyes landed on you. “They’re all gone!”

Your heart sank, your tongue heavy in your mouth. 

“There’s also a call from U.A. for you both,” The officer continued, barely taking in full breaths as he spoke. “They’ve had a security breach.”

You perked up, jaw dropping slightly. Without a second thought, you grabbed your things and rushed out of the room, Tsukauchi hot on your heels. “We have to go, now!” you shouted, not even bothering to look over your shoulder as you ran. 

The detective led you to his car, unlocking it and sliding into the driver’s seat as you dropped into his side. "Just our luck," he grumbled, flooring the gas pedal as soon as the car roared to life. "Our luckiest day yet." the detective said sarcastically. 

As the car lurched through the road to the school, your mind reeled back to Toshi and the kids. And Aizawa. Silently, you prayed everyone was safe.

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[cherrysnaps]

GET WELL SOON // ERASERHEAD X READER

this is just a self indulgent drabble bc my dumbass caught the stupid ‘rona and I need a lil pick me up.

When he left for work that morning, Aizawa knew you were a little more tired than usual. You’d told him you would call in sick at work and take the day off to rest but he hadn’t expected you to still be asleep when he came home.

The lights were off which was odd as the sun had set by now and it was nearly pitch black inside the house. There were no dishes stacked in the sink—unless you had washed them, though he doubted you would have had the energy to do so—and the living room looked exactly the same as it had this morning. What really had him worried though was the cat crouched at your bedroom door, making a ruckus. He had one paw through the crack under the door, and his tail was lashing furiously behind him. Aizawa opened the door and the cat happily trotted in, jumping on the bed to lay right on top of you.

He gently shook you awake and you felt the bed dip as he sat beside you. “Did you sleep all day?”

You groaned, turning your head to look at him with bleary eyes. “Hm? What time is it?”

Your voice was hoarse and you were shivering. He brushed his hand against your cheek and realised you were also burning up. “It’s half past eight.”

You nearly jumped out of bed and he had to grab your shoulders to push you back in. You’d usually make dinner for Aizawa to eat before setting out for night watch. Dinner was practically the only substantial meal he ate and you couldn’t let him leave without it. “I’m sorry, I completely forgot to make dinner!” you cried apologetically.

“Don’t sweat it,” he assured you. “I’ll stay home and ask Mic to cover for me or something.”

That just made you feel worse. You didn’t need to be looked after but he refused to back down even after you told him so. “Stay here, I’ll go make you something to eat.”

So you sulked in bed, wrapped up in blankets to keep yourself warm while you waited. When he came back, it was with a steaming bowl of soup. He sat beside you and handed it to you, settling himself in bed comfortably while you ate.

“You shouldn’t hang around me for a while, you’ll get sick,” you warned him. Your brows furrowed as he shrugged meekly.

“I could use a day off or two.”

Only Aizawa could equate being sick with taking time off for a vacation.

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[kitthepurplepotato]

Chapter 4: I miss you.

Summary: Y/N and Aizawa struggle with their newly-found feelings. The kids decide to do something; apparently, everything can be fixed with some rainbows and vandalism.

Also, Hitoshi comes out to his dad, because why the f*ck not.

This one is for my buddy @garfieldthomas!

First chapter Master List

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Hitoshi can barely stop grinning when the door closes behind Y/N. He didn’t mean to pry and he couldn’t hear a word from the conversation but he doesn’t need to be an Einstein to understand the difference between a friendly hug and a lover’s embrace. His dad is fucking smitten and Hitoshi can’t be happier; Shouta lost everything in the war yet he gave him and Eri everything that was left of him; his love, his affection, a safe place to stay at and fresh, nutritious food 3 times a day. He never asked for anything in exchange and he never made them feel like they’ve ruined his life; Hitoshi might be a stupid teenager but he’s been through enough to know how hard it is for a single parent to find a partner and how much his dad needed that in his life after all he’s been through, and if that’s not enough, Hitoshi genuinely adored the new addition to their family; maybe he’s going overboard by calling her a family member already, but shit, this lady fit in so well with them it’s kind of hard to not think about her that way.

“So when is she coming over again?” Hitoshi asks with a grin on his tired face. “Should I go out with Eri next time so you guys can have some ‘alone time’?”

Ahh, he loves teasing his dad so much.

“There won’t be a next time, Hitoshi. I told you, this was all for Megumi.”

Hitoshi is speechless. And heartbroken. He really wants to call Denki right now.

“What do you mean?! Dad, you are absolutely head over heels for her! I literally just saw you two by the door!”

“I can’t date my student’s guardian.” Aizawa retorts, an emotionless shell compared to how he was when Y/N was here. Hitoshi hates it.

“So you just told her to fuck off? Because of that?!” Hitoshi doesn’t care that his voice is loud enough to wake up little Eri. He’s fuming. “When was the last time you did anything for yourself?! Life isn’t just about the fucking school and your kids, dad!” Hitoshi yells with a red face.

“This is none of your business, kid. You’re too young to understand.”

And that’s it. That’s the last straw.

“You know, Eri and I were talking in her bedroom before she fell asleep. She was so fucking happy, dad, and so was I. We thought you finally got your head out of your ass and decided to live. But no, you are still a fucking idiot.”

Hitoshi slams his bedroom door as loud as he can; he can’t even look at his stupid dad right now.

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“What did she do this time?” You sigh tiredly. It has been a week since your date and you are back here already. You haven’t slept too well this week so you are in a really shitty mood; you tried your best to keep yourself busy, asked for a shit load of overtime at work, cleaned your apartment three times and rearranged your fancy glass collection. It has been a rough week.

“She didn’t do anything.” Aizawa deadpans. “That’s why I wanted to see you. Her grades are up and she doesn’t mess around. She’s doing well.”

“You should have sent me a message if that’s it.” You grumble annoyedly, rubbing at your tired eyes. Aizawa makes a surprised noise, so you look up at the teacher; he looks at you with a worried expression mixed with a hint of sadness then he stands up to limp toward the other side of his desk, sitting down on the top to be closer to you. A sudden feeling of guilt starts to gnaw at your insides right away; from up close, he looks tired and pained, his limp is also worse than the last time you saw him. “She’s been kind of quiet and unreachable for the past few days and you also don’t look too well, Y/N…” Aizawa’s hands move towards you but he pulls them back before they reach yours. Your heart makes a sudden lap in your chest.

“Sorry for being disrespectful, sensei. I’ve had a terrible week and did a lot of overtime. I didn’t mean to sound rude, I’m just really tired. Are we done?” You deadpan without a single emotion showing on your face.

“Don’t do that.” Aizawa reprimands. “We’re way past the teacher-parent thing and I know I’m being a hypocrite by saying this after I rejected you but you and Megumi are important to me. I can’t - and I don’t want to go back to square one with you.”

It hurts. The way he looks at you, it hurts so fucking much; his mouth talks about rejection but his eye shines with despair; like he’s trying his best not to embrace you right here, in his own office, throwing all his principles into the bin with it. “Never mind. Thank you for your time, you are dismissed. Summer break is only a few weeks away so we probably won’t see each other for three months unless Megumi burns the school down. I’ll only call you in if there’s trouble. Sorry for wasting your time.”

“Oh.” You stand up abruptly. You didn’t think about the end of the school year or about not seeing Shouta for so long. You really don’t want this but it’s probably for the best to have that distance right now.

You can see the moment Aizawa’s self restraint snaps; his arms snake around you in a matter of seconds, his hands grasping your clothes vehemently as he pulls you impossibly close. Your own hands end up in his hair automatically, caressing the back of his head fondly.

“Take care, will you?” He mumbles into your shoulders and you can’t help the shivers going down your spine.

“You too. Your limp is really bad.” You mumble into his neck but the hero just snickers and pulls you closer.

“You are not the only one taking all the available overtime to get over a heartbreak, Y/N.” He smiles as he pulls himself out of the embrace to look into your eyes instead. The whole world turns upside down as you two gaze at each other with your arms still grasping the other loosely. The door opens behind you but none of you really realize it until the person cleans their throat.

“Nice to meet you, you must be Y/N!” A loud, preppy voice announces; you both jump away from each other, Shouta’s back hitting the edge of his desk painfully.

“What are you doing here, Mic? I thought you are patrolling the hallways” He winces from the pain.

“I was!” Present Mic yells. “And I found some mischievous rascals painting rainbows on the wall in the common room so I came to see you about it.”

“Why me?” Aizawa asks but he gets his answer when three students splattered all over with paint come into the office.

“Hitoshi?”

“Megumi?!” You yell the two names at the same time and the two look at each other with a shit eating grin.

“It was Denki’s idea.” They yell in unison, making the third boy flustered.

“Yeah, throw the queer person under the bus.” He mumbles with a dramatic sigh and the other two put their hand on his shoulder for support.

“Can I ask why?” Aizawa sighs, looking at the three rainbow colored rascals with a surprisingly soft look.

“To commemorate Denki coming out as bi to his class.” Hitoshi says as though that explains it. “If you suspend him for that, that’s a hate crime. I’m just saying.”

“Gay rights!” Megumi yells with her hand in the air; you can’t help but burst out laughing.

“Gay rights!” You yell back between two laughing fits; Aizawa looks at you incredulously but his eyes soften as he sees the pure happiness on your face. There is a tiny little smile on his lips which makes you want to kiss him.

“Wow Hitoshi, you were right, Aizawa-sensei has it baaaaaaad.”

“Do you want to get sacked or are you just this stupid?” Megumi asks the yellow haired boy who answers by hiding behind Hitoshi with a blush on his face. Aizawa looks absolutely dumbfounded.

“So what’s the verdict, sensei? Do I need to ground my girl for the rest of her life or buying some white paint paint to clean up their mess is enough?” You ask teasingly, doing your best puppy eyes; Aizawa’s frown softens into another tiny smile as he answers.

“Nah. Keep the rainbow. Gay rights and all.”

“Dad… you are the best.” Hitoshi says with shining eyes. “Oh and dad, I’m gay.”

Megumi legit SCREAMS, present Mike gawks, Aizawa has ‘no shit’ written all over his face but for some reason the yellow haired boy pales completely.

“You… you.” He stutters and takes a deep breath. “The most badass and handsome person in our class… the guy I’ve been hopelessly crushing on for a year… I need a moment. Can I sit down Aizawa-sensei? I feel a little bit dizzy.” The poor boy gets ignored, but there is a massive blush on the purple boy’s face.

“Dad, is it okay?” Hitoshi asks and he genuinely looks concerned now. You want to give him a hug.

“Hitoshi, while I don’t really appreciate you coming out to me in front of everyone, I do need to let you know that I have suspected it for a long time now. And of course it’s okay, you silly boy.” The next moment, the boy hugs his father with tears in his eyes while Present Mic wails dramatically and joins the group hug. When Mic finally lets the two go, Hitoshi goes over to the yellow haired boy and hugs him lovingly.

Oh.

“Please, for the love of god, don’t you dare to confess to each other in my office, I’ve had enough of you three for today.” Aizawa rolls his eyes and points at the door in a silent “fuck off”. The three kids leave the office while the three adults just stare at the closed door in silence.

“Well, that was… hectic.” You sigh into the awkward silence and the two men just nods.

“Welcome in our lives, Y/N.” Mic grins proudly.

“You have a great son, Shouta.” You smile at the hero and he smiles back.

“Yeah, I know.”

Present Mic just looks at you two knowingly as he silently leaves the office.

“I’ll go too. See you in three months, sensei.”

You try your best to keep up the smile but it’s impossible; it changes into a frown by the end of your sentence. For your surprise, Shouta takes your hand in his, stopping you from leaving; there is something in his hand he wants you to take.

“It’s my personal phone number. For emergencies.” Aizawa mumbles shyly, avoiding eye contact. Your heart leaps in your chest. Again.

“Does missing your grumpy voice count as an emergency?” You try to joke, already hating yourself for doing that.

“Yes.” He answers and you can’t help but glare at him.

“Don’t take this so lightly, I might call you every day then.” You retort, waiting for the usual rejection.

“Okay.” He answers and you beam at him like a little puppy getting a snack. You can’t believe this is happening. Fuck, you really want to cry.

“Shouta!” You jump into the man’s arms, not even trying to hide your happy tears.

“Don’t make me regret it.” He mumbles happily, hiding his face in your hair.

“I won’t. I-I’m going now. B-Bye.” You stutter. You leave a tiny, quick kiss on the man’s cheeks and sprint out of the room before he has the time to acknowledge what you’ve done.

You are so happy you want to scream. You run out of the school like a lunatic, skipping and giggling while doing so, steps quick and wobbly as you make your way home to hug the shit out of Megumi.

~•🩶•~

You stayed true to your words and called. Every single day. And for your surprise, he took every single of your calls and didn’t let you go until it was time for you to go to sleep.

It has become a habit for you two, calling each other right after getting home and chatting about your lives with the phone on speaker on the kitchen counter or on the washing machine while doing chores. It has been a month now. You didn’t meet up, you didn’t do anything that would’ve been against his rules; the conversations got deeper and deeper as the time went past and at one point, Aizawa trusted you enough to tell you about the story of his best friend who died when they were still in high school. Apparently, he doesn’t like to talk about this topic with anyone, not even with Mic, even though he is a part of the story so needless to say you absolutely fell in love with him and his broken soul all over again after he trusted you enough to tell you his biggest secret.

“I really want to hug you right now.” You mumble with a tear stained face while stirring the food in the pot. Aizawa only sighs on the other side of the phone. “Sorry, I’m going overboard again.

“I would really like that, Y/N.” Aizawa mumbles and your heart leaps.

“I… I would hug you really tight so I can smell your amazing perfume. And never let you go.”

You know you shouldn’t play with fire but fuck, you want this so much it actually ruins your daily life as you can’t even concentrate properly at work.

“I would touch your hair, it was so soft the last time…. Y/N, w-what are we doing right now?” Aizawa stutters and you can’t help but laugh.

“It’s like telephone sex but with hugs. Telephone hugs.”

“Oh my god, Y/N…” Aizawa burst out laughing and you hide your face in your hands in embarrassment, even though he can’t see you. “You are so inappropriate. I really want to see your face, you are probably all red from embarrassment.”

“Oh, shut up!” You yelp but he only giggles at that.

“Come on, you show me yours I show you mine!” Aizawa’s literally hyperventilating on the other side of the phone; you can’t believe he said that!

“Shouta!” You yell into the phone, but you get ignored. Your phone starts to ring again, a little notification popping out saying Aizawa wants to video call. You freak out… but you take it.

“You are such an ass, Shouta!” You yell into the phone but your breath catches as you take in the sight on the screen; Shouta is in his living room, smiling tiredly into the camera, his hair messy and adorable.

“I missed your silly face.” He sighs and you can’t help but yelp, hiding your face in your hands again.

“Don’t be mean!”

“I’m not mean. I love the oversized T-shirt and the glasses. So domestic and cute.” Aizawa moves the camera away from his face to hide the embarrassed blush on his face.

“Says the guy with the adorable mop of hair.” You rolls your eyes affectionately; Hitoshi decides to make a gagging noise in the background as he comes out his room with Kaminari in his tail.

“Wow, Aizawa sensei, I didn’t know you have the mooooooveeeees!” Kaminari makes an inappropriate dance move but almost falls on his face when Hitoshi slaps him from behind.

“Jesus Christ Denki, do you want to be banned from this house?”

“Nah, Aizawa-sensei would never do that!” The yellow haired boy retorts with a giggle.

“Only because I know you would climb in through the window if I did.” Aizawa says flatly, making Hitoshi laugh.

“He knows me so well already.” Kaminari puts his palm on his heart while he sighs dramatically, earning himself another slap. You can see Eri coming out of her room after hearing all the giggles and when she sees you on the screen she runs towards his dad with her eyes shining.

“Y/N!!!!”

“Hey, sweetheart!” You say happily, your eyes full of fondness. “Is school better now?”

“Yes! I told the mean boys that they are all just a bunch of extras and they will all burn in hell!” The little girl announces proudly.

“Eri-Chan, what?!” You laugh out loudly.

“Letting Bakugou help Eri with her homework was a terrible idea.” Shouta deadpans, making the teens laugh hysterically.

“Y/N, I’m so sad you couldn’t see his face when he came back from her school that day, it was absolutely hilarious.” Hitoshi adds, looking into the camera with a smirk on his face.

You end up talking to the four of them through the whole evening, Megumi joining the conversation at dinner time, your phone leaned on one of the pots so you are both in the view.

You really want to tell Shouta how much you miss them all and how much you want them to come over and have a proper dinner together but you decide against it; you are not ready to be rejected again, so you just take what you get for now.

~•🩶•~

“Auntie, Hitoshi invited us to their holiday home during summer break! Can we go, please? Aizawa-sensei approved it!” Megumi barges in through the main door, making you jump. Aizawa was in the middle of a sentence on the other side of the phone but he suddenly goes silent.

“Shouta…” you grumble into the phone, but all you can hear is a rustle of papers. “Don’t fake being busy now!” You giggle into the phone happily. “Why didn’t you tell me about this?”

“Hitoshi invited you, not me.” He grumbles back, but you don’t need to see his face through the screen to know he’s blushing.

“You are so fucking adorable.” You gush and Megumi makes a gagging noise in the background.

“Don’t fucking fake-gag, you little shit, this is all you’re doing!” You yell after your kid, who only rolls her eyes.

“Yeah, and I hate myself every single day for doing that.” She smirks and goes to her room without another word.

“Teens.” Aizawa giggles.

“Teens.” You giggle back.

Needless to say, you say yes to the invite.

… Next Chapter!

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Potato ramble:

- Well, that was a lot, wasn’t it 😂 I hope you like where this story is going! The story will probably end after their little holiday so it’s not much left! :(

- A bit of background story for Hitoshi: he wasn’t out to anyone at all and he didn’t really want to but after seeing his best friend being so brave and his father be so understanding towards their shenanigans he felt like he deserved to know. In that moment, he completely forgot about the other people in the room.

- Bakugou helping Eri with her homework is actually a part of his rehabilitation plan after the war. He says he hates it but there’s always candy in his pockets when he comes over. 😂 Being around such a harsh person is also helpful for the shy Eri, so it’s a two birds with one stone kinda situation. I kinda want Bakugou and Megumi meet each other by the way. I’m just not sure, how 😂😂😂😂 I feel like they would be besties in no time.

Likes, comments and reblogs are highly appreciated! 🩶

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[xothatnerdykid]

what's love got to do with it?

The students and teachers alike at UA High can't help but notice the strange behavior of the typically stern and stoic teacher of Class 1-A. They come up with all sorts of theories but soon discover the even more surprising truth: Aizawa-sensei is simply falling in love. Fluffy Aizawa x fem!reader drabble. SFW. 2,828 words.

The way everyone looks at him when he walks in, you’d think he’d grown a second head or something.

Aizawa glances up from his phone after reading a sweet little text from you, greeting him good morning and wishing him a good day at work, only to find every student's wide-eyed, unblinking attention focused solely on him.

One second, they were all happily chattering, and then, the next…

"Hmm? What?" He asks his class offhandedly, throwing his things on the table and taking his usual seat.

But instead of answering him, the whole room erupts into a whispered frenzy.

"Did you see that? Did he just...?"

"No way! Must have been a trick of the light or something."

"What the heck? I feel so unnerved. Llike we just spotted a UFO or there’s been a glitch in the matrix."

“You guys saw it too, right? Are we all just collectively hallucinating?”

"Oi!" He calls their attention. "Would anyone care to tell me what it is exactly that's gotten all of you so worked up this morning?"

Stunned silence falls over Class 1-A again, and Aizawa can’t help but cross his arms and sigh. “Iida? Yaoyorozu? What’s going on?”

He doesn’t miss the way the class president and vice-president exchange a hesitant look before Iida answers him. 

“Apologies, sensei!” He hastily gets up to bow. “I will personally make sure everyone quiets down.” He zooms around the room and gestures frantically at his noisy classmates to settle down.

Bemused by their commotion, Aizawa observes them all carefully. What could’ve caused such a stir? He wonders. And why are they all so reluctant to tell him? Did he have a piece of spinach in his teeth or something? A quick glance downwards tells him he didn’t forget to wear pants or shoes or anything, so what was it?

“If I may, sensei?” Yaoyorozu raises her hand and he nods at her. “I think everyone was just a little distracted by your change in demeanor today."

He furrows his eyebrows at the young girl. "What change?"

"Well, we’ve never seen you smile before. Or at least, not like that.”

He blinks in surprise. He’d been smiling when he walked into class this morning? "What about it?"

"Well, sir," Iida adds, taking his seat once everyone's finally settled down. "It's quite an uncommon sight. Naturally, they were taken aback."

“You usually only smile when you’re giving us a tough time in exams or training exercises, sensei.”

The corners of Aizawa’s mouth twitch upwards at that, which he quickly covers up with a small cough. “Well, enough of that. Let’s get on with today’s lesson, shall we?”

Everyone straightens up to listen as their homeroom teacher goes over a few important announcements. And although he isn’t smiling anymore, Class 1-A doesn't miss the way his usually sharp gaze has grown soft and almost...fond as he speaks to them.

As soon as the homeroom bell rings, Aizawa dismisses them with an absent-minded wave of his hand and takes out his phone to text you: Do I really never smile?

You smile when you’re rounding up bad guys sometimes. You reply almost right away. Or when you see a cat.

He chuckles. Apparently I also do it when I’m torturing my students. Then…Or when I’m texting you.

You send back a little cat emoji, and the grin you get after reading that doesn't leave your face for the rest of the day.

_________________________________________

“Shouta! Helloooo? I said Earth to Shouta?” Kayama waves her hand in Aizawa’s face.

It seems to snap him out of whatever trance he’s in. “Sorry, what?” He blinks up at her.

She gives Yamada a look. “What’s with him today?”

“Dunno,” he shrugs, then turns to his friend. “Hey buddy, didn’t get any sleep again last night or something?”

You could say that, Aizawa thinks to himself with a smirk, then hastily scolds his features into their usually stoic expression. “No. Why?”

Kayama raises an eyebrow at him. “You've just been acting a little...off. Distracted, maybe?”

"Nothing to worry about," Aizawa reassures them, dismissing their concerns with a wave of his hand. He goes back to observing his students closely in the hopes of them moving past the subject, but Kayama and Yamada aren’t convinced. Anyone looking at him could tell something was different today.

“Sensei?” Kirishima hesitantly calls out to him. “I’m having a little trouble with my balance. Could you show me that move again?”

Aizawa nods, and everyone’s jaw just about drops to the floor when he demonstrates the proper stance with uncharacteristic patience. 

"Remember to be mindful of where you shift your weight," He guides Kirishima through the motions with a supportive tone, a stark departure from his normally gruff and no-nonsense approach. "And keep your focus. You'll get it."

Kirishima does as he’s told and looks to his teacher for feedback.

"No, adjust your stance a bit like this. Yes, that's it. Great improvement," Aizawa says, offering a rare compliment. 

Flabbergasted, the red-haired boy manages a stuttering, "Th-Thank you, sensei," before Aizawa moves on to help the next student. 

Observing everything from afar, Kayama leans over to Yamada and whispers, “He didn’t get a concussion on that last mission, did he? I've never seen him like this."

“Check what was in his coffee a while ago. And if he still has more — oof, it was just a joke!”

_________________________________________

“Okay, enough is enough!” Mina bursts into the room, dramatically crying. “I have to know!”

“Know what?” Kirishima asks as the others start to gather around her.

“What’s going on with Aizawa sensei? I saw him on the way here — he’s wearing a buttoned up shirt.”

There’s a collective gasp.

“Are you sure?” Momo asks.

Mina nods frantically. “And it was freshly pressed, too!”

Another round of gasps.

“And his hair was tied up!” The pink girl all but weeps, throwing herself onto the nearest desk.

“What do you think is going on with him?” Deku rubs his chin thoughtfully.

“He’s been acting so weird lately!” Uraraka whines.

As if on cue, Aizawa walks in. “Good morning, class,” he greets them without his usual gruffness.

Everyone hurries back to their seats, but Mina leans over to grab Kaminari’s sleeve, screaming under her breath, “He said good morning!”

“Look at his eyes!” He points frantically. “No puffy, dark circles or redness at all! He actually looks well-rested for once!”

“That’s where I draw the line!” Kirishima almost slams his fist on his desk. “We have to get to the bottom of this.”

Sero joins them, “Do you think Mic sensei and Midnight sensei know anything?”

Kaminari shrugs, “It’s worth asking.”

“Maybe Aizawa sensei has a secret twin and he’s pulling a prank on us?” Deku contemplates.

Uraraka shakes her head, “Sensei? Pulling a prank? I doubt it. What if there’s a new teacher at UA with a shape-shifting quirk?”

“Or Shinsou brainwashed him into being in a good mood?” Jirou chimes in.

As they huddle and murmur, Todoroki and Tokoyami shoot them curious glances, and Iida has to shush them discreetly. 

They snap back to attention every time Aizawa faces them, pretending to listen to the lesson. But as soon as their sensei turns away again, the room buzzes with whispered speculation. 

And though he acts none the wiser, seemingly engrossed in the topic they're supposed to be discussing, Aizawa can't help his amusement listening to their outlandish theories. A small, smug part of him relishes stoking the fires of their confusion. 

He knew he'd have some explaining to do, but for now, he’s more than happy to just let  them wonder.

_________________________________________

“Oh, look who finally decided to show up!” is the first thing Mic says when he spots him. The colorful cocktail in his hand is practically empty, but he happily sips the fun loopy straw for whatever dredges he can anyway.

“Are you going to make me regret it?” Aizawa grumbles, taking his seat next to his friends.

But Mic and Midnight just snicker, unfazed. They’ve had years to get used to his grumpiness after all (and a few drinks to put them in a better mood). 

"We have to admit, Aizawa," Midnight smirks up at him. "We had an ulterior motive for asking you to come hang out tonight."

"Don't you always?" He deadpans, lazily chewing at the gyoza they ordered without him. Although he doesn’t show it, he’s pleased to see there’s already a whiskey neat waiting on the table for him. 

Midnight rolls her eyes as she slides it over to him, "Yeah, but aside from just getting you to lighten up as usual."

"And getting you to sing karaoke with us, which I still can't believe—"

"You promised me we'd never talk about it again,” Aizawa groans as he rubs his hand over his face. “And that you'd never let me get that drunk again.”

"Awww, come on, buddy," Yamada slings his arm around him. "What's the point of having a good story you can't tell?"

"Fine, but I'll deny it, so no one will believe you anyway."

"I don’t know,” Midnight sing-songs, swirling her margarita in its glass. “With the way you’ve been acting lately, they just might.”

He frowns at her. “Meaning?”

Mic grins, leaning forward with an impish glint in his eye, "Meaning we heard you've been keeping secrets from us, Aizawa."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Oh really? Then would you care to tell us why you’ve been smiling so much lately?”

“Or who you’ve been trying to look nice for?”

Realizing they weren’t going to let this go easily, Aizawa sighs and takes a deep sip of his whiskey, the familiar warmth sliding down his throat. He's not one to discuss his personal life openly, even with his close friends, but there's something about their teasing that doesn't quite irk him tonight.

Aizawa tilts his head slightly, thoughtfully. "I'm just...happy, I suppose."

“But it’s more than that, isn’t it?”

“Come on, buddy, you can tell us!” Mic nudges him playfully. 

“We want to know what’s got our favorite grump acting like a—" Midnight’s hands quickly fly up to cover her gasp. 

“Like a what?” Mic gives her a puzzled look, but Aizawa’s shoulders tense up at the glint in her eyes. That look usually meant very bad things for him. 

“Like a lovesick puppy!” She grabs Mic’s arm, excitedly slapping it before shaking Aizawa’s shoulders and squealing into his ear. “That’s it, isn’t it? You’re in love!”

Aizawa chokes on his drink, and Mic pats him on the back to ease his coughing fit.

"Real smooth, Kayama,” he teases her.

"Sorry, but I couldn't resist," Midnight pouts, the twinkle of amusement still shining bright in her eyes.

Aizawa wipes his mouth and sets his glass down with a sigh. “Well, if you must know…There is…someone I’ve been spending time with.”

"Someone!" His friends chorus, delighted.

Mic nudges him gently. “Well? Don’t leave us in suspense!”

"Who is it? Do we know them?" Midnight leans forward, giggling.

Aizawa looks down at his glass for a moment, contemplating how much he should reveal. Although he feels a little overwhelmed by their excitement and their scrutiny, he also secretly relishes the joy of sharing this part of his life with his closest friends. 

It feels good, he thinks, to be around them and to know that they care so much about him. And though he’s never been one to discuss his personal affairs, he trusts these two enough to share the parts of himself he usually kept guarded. 

Seeing the expectant looks on their faces, eagerly awaiting his answer, Aizawa's ears turn the faintest shade of red. 

“Do you want to meet her?” 

_________________________________________

"Had a fun night?" You greet your boyfriend with a hug when he shows up at your door well past a reasonable hour.

You don't miss the small smile on his face when he takes off his shoes. "Actually, I did. But Yamada and Kayama were pretty insistent on meeting you." 

"You told them about me?" you respond, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves. 

He nods, not quite meeting your gaze. "I think they'd like you."

"Really?" You plop down on the couch with him and stretch your legs atop his lap. 

"Yeah," He gently grazes your thigh. "They were wondering why I've been acting so differently lately."

"Like what?"

"Apparently I'm smiling more and acting nicer and" — He air quotes — “Stopped looking homeless."

You laugh. "And what did you say?"

He shrugs, “That I guess my girlfriend just makes me really happy.”

“Awww,” you pat his cheek playfully. “What’s next? You gonna tell me you’re in love with me or something?”

"Yes? I thought it was obvious?"

"What?" Your heart skips a beat at his nonchalant admission.

“Hmm?” He looks over, and seeing the evident surprise on your face makes Aizawa chuckle. "I thought I'd been making it pretty clear, but I suppose I should say it outright. Yes, I'm in love with you."

Your heart flutters at his words, a warmth spreading through you. "Well, for someone who's known for being so straightforward, you sure took your time saying that."

He brushes a strand of hair from your face and leaves a soft, lingering kiss on your temple. “I’ll say it as many times as you want to hear it, baby.”

You lean in closer, your lips almost touching his. “Alright,” you look up at him with a sleepy smile and half-lidded eyes. “I’m waiting.”

"I love you," he whispers, his voice low and tender. He places a gentle kiss on your nose. “I love you,” and then another on your cheeks…“I love you.” Before gently brushing his lips against yours, cupping your jaw so you can’t help but gaze deeply into his dark, smoky eyes before he finally closes the distance between you.

“Mhhm.” You smile, contentment washing over you like a gentle wave. "I love you, too, baby."

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[hinatastinygiant]

1 | Business Proposal

Pairing: Aizawa x Fem!Reader

A Game of Charades Masterlist

On a Monday morning instead of being out doing hero work like you should be, you sit inside a fancy business building, the opulence of the lobby surrounding you. The polished marble floods reflect the soft glow of the chandelier above, while heroic artwork fills the walls. Anxious thoughts swirl in your mind, not knowing why your agency is meeting with another one and how it involves you.

Just then, your agent approaches, taking the chair beside you. "What's going on?" you ask.

"We're making a business deal to team up with another agency," she replies calmly. "It's an opportunity to increase our resources significantly."

You groan softly, hating the idea of chasing after money instead of focusing on saving lives. "Money crap," you mutter under your breath, forgetting your agent can hear you.

They smile understandingly, "I know it's not your favorite part, but think about the good we can do with more resources."

You run a hand through your hair, contemplating her words. You realize she's right- more resources does mean more lives saved and more people helped. It's just frustrating that it has to involve all this business crap and corporate dealings.

Suddenly, your name is called, and you look up to see your agent signaling for you to follow. The two of you stand up and walk into a spacious meeting room. Inside, you see a group of well-dressed men, each wearing a serious expression. Among them stands a figure with scruffy hair, someone you immediately recognize – Pro Hero Shota Aizawa. Your heart skips a beat, realizing that you two must be here to put a face to the deal.

As you step closer, Aizawa stands up and extends his hand in greeting. You take it, feeling a mixture of nerves and excitement. "Nice to meet you," he says in his usual deadpan tone.

"Likewise," you reply, trying to match his composure even as your heart races. The tension in the room is palpable as everyone takes their seats.

The other businessmen start to speak, using corporate buzzwords that you can barely follow. The CEO of Aizawa's agency takes the lead, explaining that both agencies have agreed to come together for this business arrangement, strictly for financial reasons. They emphasize that it's not an actual merger or partnership but rather a temporary alliance for mutual benefit.

You listen, trying to stay focused despite the whirlwind of information. Then, the CEO drops a bombshell that leaves you stunned. "As part of this arrangement," he states, "we've decided to arrange a marriage between Miss Y/N and Mr. Aizawa."

"What?!" you blurt out, unable to contain your shock and disbelief. This was definitely not what you had expected when you walked into this meeting. The realization that you're supposed to pretend to be married to Aizawa hits you like a ton of bricks.

Aizawa's expression remains stoic, but you can see a flicker of surprise in his eyes. This unexpected twist turns the entire situation into a whole new level of complication. "Hold on. Why do we have to do that?" he asks, trying to process the absurdity of the situation just like you.

The CEO clears their throat and explains, "Because our partnership is not 100% foolproof, we need something to really sell others on the idea of this partnership. A publicized engagement between the two of you will lend credibility to the alliance."

You look down at your lap, not knowing what to do. Aizawa, breaking through the businessmen's chatter, asks, "What does that mean for the two of us?"

The CEO replies, "Miss Y/N will move in with you, act like a couple, and do a few other things to really sell the idea of a relationship. It's not that difficult, Mr. Aizawa. I'd think someone of your standing would be able to understand that."

As Aizawa opens his mouth to talk back, the businessmen begin to talk over him, sealing the deal with handshakes. As everyone begins to leave the room, the CEO adds, "We're going out for pictures now. Aizawa and L/N, you will announce the engagement and make it official with a kiss."

You start to protest, "Come on. There's no way I'm—" but before you can finish, your agent pinches your shoulder and shakes her head. She whispers firmly, "You don't have a choice."

Groaning inwardly, you look at Aizawa, who seems to be having a similar conversation with his own agent. You reluctantly say, "Okay, fine."

As you all leave the meeting room, your agent leans in and says, "Well, at least he's hot."

Rolling your eyes, you follow the group, unsure of what lies ahead. But right as you're about to step out, someone takes you by the hand. You turn around and see it's Aizawa. He tells you, "We need to seal this deal for our own sakes too, or we'll be caught in a bad position."

You narrow your eyes, still suspicious of the whole situation. Aizawa continues, "Act professional, and let's get through this together."

You think there's no way you'll be able to deal with this jerk, but you nod politely and respond, "Okay, let's go then."

He instructs you to stay quiet while he handles the public interaction. "Just smile and wave," he says, and you can't help but retort, "Like the penguins?" Poor Aizawa looks confused, so you quickly add, "Nevermind."

When you step outside the building, cameras attack you. Aizawa subtly pulls you slightly behind him as he approaches the other standing in front of the large crowd. The CEO introduces the two of you, announcing that there is another announcement to be made. 

Aizawa then steps forward and speaks, "Y/N and I have been secretly dating for exactly one year as of last night and we've been doing well to keep our little secret, but we've decided that now is the perfect time to go public with the announcement of our engagement!"

The crowd gasps, and cameras click frantically. You hear paparazzi calling your name, and your heart races. Although you've experienced this a lot as a pro hero, you still feel anxious when the paparazzi overcrowd you.

Aizawa, however, continues to play the part perfectly, saying how lucky he is to have an amazing pro hero like you fall in love with him. He places his hand on your cheek and kisses you, sealing the fake engagement deal with a dramatic display of affection.

Internally, you can't help but feel a mix of emotions. This charade was getting more complex by the second, and you weren't sure how you would manage it all. But for now, you put on your best smile and let the cameras capture the facade of love, hoping that this elaborate game of charades wouldn't end up consuming your heart and true intentions.

A Game of Charades Masterlist

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[nightfall-kachiniko]

“Babe, babe.” He calls to you, grabbing your face to look at his. His eyes glaring into yours as he soft whispers. “look.”

he says, slighting raising his eyebrow as he stares at you with love and lust in his eyes.

He swiftly thrusts harder, going faster and deeper as you roll your head back, shutting your eyes as you let out a moan.

His eyes glare you down as you squeeze his arm, softening like putty as you melt into him . ༯

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[karume-everything-else]

Whumptober 2023

Day 1: "Don't panic, it won't hurt." [Reader x Eraserhead (Shota Aizawa)] {My Hero Academia}

You shouldn't have been back so late. Shota was pacing back and forth across the living room. It was late, far too late for you to just be on patrol or clocking out or just changing out with someone else. His thoughts couldn't be more scattered if he tried. What were you doing? Where were you? Were you injured? Should he go out and try looking for you?

He didn't notice the front door opening, you thought you were able to slip past him. You had just about made it to the bathroom until Shota spotted you in his peripheral vision. Blindsided by a tight hug, Shota let go quickly as you hissed in pain.

"What happened? Where were you?" You were being bombarded by questions and pain, "Why didn't you go to a hospital? What kind of injury is this?"

Whimpering a little, "My phone died so I couldn't call for help. Instead of going to a hospital, I thought it was better to just head home. It doesn't feel too deep and I don't have anything else to worry about medically."

Shota had been analyzing your injury, not wanting to agree with you about how serious the injury was. But he had enough first-aid knowledge to dress the wound itself. That didn't stop him from scooping you up and toting you to the bathroom himself.

Securely set on the countertop, you hissed harshly as Shota touched the object currently stabbed into your side. It wasn't super deep, but it was still very painful to touch as it was a wooden stake. You were both hoping that it didn't splinter in your flesh.

"C'mon. The more you squirm, the longer this'll take." Shota sighed, "Just take some deep breaths, and don't panic. I'll try to make this quick so it won't hurt."

Clutching the counter and pre-wincing as he grabbed the end of the stake again. You inhaled deeply and held it, keeping the muscles tight as Shota gave a hard yank. Trying to bite back a scream of pain, you fought back the impulse to smack him away.

Tossing the stake into the tub, Shota leaned down to check if there were any leftover splinters. Carefully dabbing at the edge, attempting to stem the blood flow. Picking up a pair of tweezers, Shota pulled out a couple small pieces of wood.

Muttering under his breath, "Almost done, just a little more. Not as bad as it could have been. There, that's about it."

It was difficult to not scratch at the open wound, especially as Shota swiped rubbing alcohol along it. Hissing at him in pain, it wasn't his fault; you should have been more careful on the job. But at least you weren't too injured. Though you still squirmed when he kissed the edge of the bandages.

"Who are you and what have you done with Shota?" You teased.

He snorted, smirking and shaking his head, "You're just lucky it wasn't that bad."

"And here I thought you didn't believe in kissing the wound to make it better."

"I don't," Shota snickered, "But if it gets you to stop hissing at me then I'll try anything."

Hopping off the counter, you playfully smacked his arm, "You were yanking a stake out of my side, of course I'm gonna hiss at you."

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[doumadono]

hiii!!

hope it's okay if i request a little something for sinful sunday (i'm 19)

would it be okay to ask for dumbification kink with aizawa?

thank you anyway!

SINFUL SUNDAY

The room echoes with nothing but your sweet moans and Shota's heavy breaths, well, if you discount the occasional creaking of a wooden desk, wet noises and the enticing sound of skin slapping against skin.

The ceaseless clinking of his leather belt buckle coaxes forth a weighty sob from the depths of your throat, a blend of lust and despair intertwining. The anticipation in your belly unravels at a leisurely pace, and the looming orgasms skulk back into their corners, denied their moment of reckoning yet.

"Love, come on," your endeavor to pull Shota closer is abruptly thwarted. "H-Harder."

Aizawa's rhythmic thrusts into your dripping core momentarily erase any grasp on how limbs and words function. Instead, he intertwines his fingers with yours, directing your hands back beneath his grasp, once again pinning them above your head as they were just moments ago. "Apologies, love," his snicker drips with wicked delight, "but this time, you're not the one setting any rules here."

Even in your half-defunct state of senses, you sense the man leaning over you, your leg draped over his shoulder feeling the stretch of his movement – and then he pauses as he reaches his intended destination. A sharp nip to your earlobe clears the fog, and as his tongue glides over the tingling skin, a ragged mewl escapes you. "S-Shota!"

"You're familiar with the rules, baby," Shota purrs into your ear, his silky voice contrasting sharply with your disheveled state. He remains nestled in the crook of your neck, thrusting harder into your dripping core at a new angle. Pulling you into a fervent kiss, he licks into your mouth with unbridled lust. "I'm in charge. Your only job is to sing for me. Just the way I like it the most. That's it, kitten."

Aizawa gazes into your bewildered eyes, a smile so sweet and angelic that, for a moment, you almost buy into the idea that he's about to make things smoother for you, especially as he releases your arms.

Frantically, you search for something to grasp onto, an opportunity to seize control, to set the pace — but your autonomy is short-lived.

A hefty glob of saliva makes a precise landing on your swollen clitoris, followed by the nimble, skillful fingers of your husband working the drool around your sensitive bundle of nerves.

"O-Ooooo," your lips form a perfect "O" as you cast a gaze up at Shota with teary eyes; a solitary tear makes its way down your flushed cheek, landing on your naked breast.

"You brought this upon yourself, didn't you," Shota coos into the air, delivering a few playful slaps to your slicky folds, followed by an indulgent rubbing that elicits an arch in your back toward him. "My little, naive girl didn't think things through, hmmm? What did you expect when you sauntered in here in that skimpy skirt, tempting fate by presenting your beautiful ass while filing documents into a cabinet, hmm? I've had a taxing day, dealing with class 1-A for just an hour, and I needed a release for the accumulated stress. And what better way to do that than fucking with my stunning wife?" The black-haired man mused.

You're itching to protest, to inform him that he could exercise more self-control and that you didn't intentionally provoke this.

However, as he resumes relentlessly pounding your throbbing and drenched pussy, hoisting both your legs over his muscular shoulders, and murmuring about your brainlessness for him, your comebacks meet an untimely demise. All you can manage is to nod along with the intensity of his thrusts, fervently moaning, "m-more, mo-more, moooore, p-please, p-please, p-please, Shota."

Aizawa's momentum doesn't show any signs of slowing down, a primal rhythm that vividly illustrates the depth of his own arousal. Shota thrusts into you with precision, a raw hunger guiding every move. His robust arm envelops your thighs as you plant your heels atop his shoulders, and Shota tenderly glides his calloused hand up and down the plush, warm skin, squeezing wherever he pleases, urging your legs closer to his chest adorned with a long-sleeved, black shirt. With each forceful thrust, with every instance his rock-solid cock glides against your tender, spongy walls, his midnight-black, tousled locks cascade onto his forehead, a few damp strands clinging to his temples.

With a final cry, your orgasm crashes over you, a powerful force that brings forth unintentional tears. "O-Oh! Shota! Yes!"

Shota relentlessly pursues his own climax, the tight grip of your pussy on his member leaving him little room for endurance. He only relents when he's completely spent, his cum erupting deep in your warmth. Soon, the man's leaning forward to press a little kiss to your forehead.

You both are panting, and you're left undeniably senseless.

"I never asked for this, you little devil," you playfully scold the man, earning a small snort from him.

"Mhm, yeah, sure, I'll believe you, kitten. We both know well you're the one with the insatiable desires in our marriage."

Your mouth drops open with a loud gasp, a frown appearing on your forehead as he assists you off his desk, handing you your clothes. "Excuse me, Shota, you're just making things up now. You're the needy one. If you weren't, we wouldn't have… done that… now, in the teachers' lounge…"

He helps you get dressed and presentable again, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. "It doesn't matter, kitten. Thank you for helping me ease the stress down."

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