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bleach-your-panties · 5 months

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New Post! Sincember Event❄️❄️

Rating: Highly Suggestive/Light Smut🍭🍡

▶️sugar - trick daddy ft. ludacris & cee lo green

▶️sugar - maroon 5

"Okay, I've made out the list of ingredients that I'm gonna need for our almost life-sized gingerbread replica of UA Alliance!"

Sato announced happily, holding up a piece of perforated notebook paper, likely ripped from his class notebook.

"So who's going to help me pick up the ingredients?!"

Crickets.

A collective silence fell over all the members of Class 3A as they paused their random activities to peer up at their cheerful, robust classmate.

You, who was lounging on the couch with Mina's head in your lap as you twisted her hair, perked up at the sound of his sweet voice.

None of your other classmates had even uttered one sentence, not even in acknowledgement of Sato's words, and it made your heart clench.

Sucking your teeth, you tapped Mina on the shoulder so she could get up.

"So all of you enjoy eating 'Kido's treats but don't want to assist with the process, huh? Figures." You rolled your eyes at them then shot Sato a sweet smile.

"I'll come with you Riki', just let me grab my coat."

His eyes crinkled in happiness as he made little excited fists, incidentally crumpling up the paper in his hands.

He blushed once he realized his overexcited action and began straightening the paper out again.

"Thanks, Y/N! You're really the best!"

"So I've been told." You smirked as you grabbed your coat off the rack near the front door and replaced your slippers with your snow boots.

—-

Dutifully, you pushed the cart along while Rikido gathered the ingredients that you would need to create the oversized confection.

“Let me see…we've got liquid egg whites, cinnamon, butter, corn syrup, vanilla extract, ground ginger - huh,”

He stopped walking suddenly as he talked out loud and you almost ran into his heels with the cart.

Rikido then turned to you with a bashful smile that warmed your heart.

“I can't help but think that we've missed something really important!”

You giggled a bit and stopped the cart in the middle of the baking aisle.

E/c eyes examined shelves packed with holiday-themed baking products before you had your ‘aha’ moment.

“Our house won't have much of a foundation if we forget the main ingredients - flour and baking soda.” You gave Sato a wide, toothy grin.

Taking your foot off the cart, you bent down to begin searching through the shelves for said ingredients. A shaky intake of breath behind you missed your ears while you focused on the task at hand.

Upon spotting a ten-pound bag of flour, you began reaching for it when Sato halts you with a hand on your shoulder.

“Oh no, Y/N, that looks kind of heavy! Let me help you!”

The burly brunette squatted down to your level and maneuvered the bag of flour so the majority of the weight of it rested in the crook of his arm.

Your eyes trailed from the white bag and up the arm of your very buff classmate. They then moved over his face, which was slightly tinted pink.

Sato snapped back to reality and lifted the bag to place it in the half-full cart. You didn't miss how his movements made the fabric of his gray sweatshirt pull taut on his muscular back.

“That's that then. A few more things and we can head to the checkout.”

Sato reminded you of what you were here for. You shook your head to clear your thoughts.

“Right, let's hurry back before the snow picks up!”

—-

It had been hours now since Sato and you had left the grocery store.

Both of you worked tirelessly in the dorm kitchen, rolling out brown cinnamon-scented dough and then baking it.

Sato was whipping up the royal icing now while you sorted sugary gumdrops into pretty patterns.

Once the baking had concluded, you carried the garnishments up to his room while Sato carried the gingerbread slabs to begin assembling your UA Alliance copy.

—-

The small space heater against Sato’s wall hummed quietly while the two of you worked. A pleasant silence blanketed the room while you both exchanged furtive glances that neither of you thought the other noticed.

“Hey, Y/N, pass me the icing so I can start assembling the roof?”

A few moments passed before your head snapped around in his direction.

“W-what? Oh! Sorry, Riki, I was zoning out.”

Your sweaty hand held a loose grip on the bowl, the dexterity steadily loosening as you stumbled over towards where Rikido was seated at the edge of his bed.

And then your foot slid on a random sock lying in the middle of the floor-

“Oh shit! Y/N, are you alright?!’

Rikido caught you around the waist in his strong arms. You had been saved from making a complete fool of yourself, but the bowl of icing…

With feline reflexes, he managed to grab it up with one hand while still holding you with the other. A bit of the sweet, white icing splashed onto his lower lip.

“That was close, what a mess that would have-”

With your breath heavy in your chest and your heart hammering against it, you looked Rikido in the eyes before moving them to his soft, pillowy lips.

“Y/N…?”

Maneuvering up onto your knees to straddle his waist, you cupped both cheeks and moved your mouth over the small, golden hoop dangling from his ear.

“Can I kiss you, Riki?”

His heart thumped wildly in his ears and he opened his mouth to speak when you took your pinky finger and swiped the bit of icing onto the tip.

You stuck your finger in his mouth and his eyes dilated while you dragged your finger over his tongue.

With a quiet ‘plop’ you pulled it out, his mouth chasing after it in order to gather more of your taste.

“Oh…damn..” Rikido looked at you with a dark veil over his usually bright and friendly brown eyes.

He sat up on his elbows, shifting you along with him and making your clothed cunt rub along his muscled thigh in your thin gray leggings.

“Mmm, Riki…I want you so badly…been wanting you all day…”

His eyebrows shot up as he turned to study your face. “R-really?! Me? But, why me?”

Your heart grew two sizes in your chest at his adorable bashfulness.

“What do you mean? Why not you?” Your thumbs stroked along his cheeks, making him sigh.

“I just thought maybe you’d like someone…cooler…and with a better quirk. Bakugou, Todoroki, Kirishima….Midoriya…” He blushed.

H/c locks flew back and forth as you shook your head insistently.

“No, Riki. Those guys are all great, but…I doubt that they’re as sweet as you.”

Sato chuckled at your corny joke with his cheeks still aflame.

With a few bucks and rolls of his hips, he had you quietly groaning his name before you smashed your lips against his.

The gingerbread house sat forgotten on its makeshift pedestal while the two of you furiously made out and dry-humped.

Sato pulled his sweatshirt over his thick brown hair and let you roll your pussy over his abs and the waistband of his boxers.

“Who knew my quiet little classmate was so dirty?” He whispered in your ear and licked the shell.

You giggled then pressed your lips into the juncture between his neck and shoulder, making him gasp.

“If anything, you'll come to know that I'm anything but quiet.” You winked, hoping he’d get your hint. He did.

“S-shit…”

Thick but gentle fingers ghosted over your hip bones, rubbing small circles into them before sliding under your sweater and tank top to reach warm, bare skin.

Once again your mouths collided, chasing each others’ tongues down in a messy, wet battle.

You sucked Rikido’s bottom lip into your mouth and nibbled on it while his tongue massaged the roof of your mouth, sliding against yours every now and again.

“Fuck, babe…I-”

Just as he was about to ask if you wanted to go farther, you both heard a ‘click’ and Sato’s room door flew open.

“Hey, everyone nominated me to come and check how things were coming along- oh ho ho! What's this? See, I knew something was going on here.”

None other than Denki Kaminari was standing in the doorway with an irritatingly smug smirk on his stupid face.

With a squeak, you clambered to Rikido’s side on the bed while the brunette male sat up and pulled his white tee down.

“Kaminari, have you ever heard of knocking?” Sato griped.

Denki's grin just widened.

“Would the scenery have changed if I did knock? I doubt it. I always knew you two liked each other.”

“Oh yeah and how did you know that Denki?” You asked him while trying to focus on getting your face to return to a normal temperature.

“Pfft, why do you think no one else volunteered to go to the store? We planned that so the two of you could finally get together. My skills of perception are unmatched.”

“Well use your perception and get the hell out so we can finish the gingerbread house.”

“Finish the house or finish tongue and dry fucking?”

“GET OUT DENKI!!” Both you and Sato shouted simultaneously.

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ʳᵉᵇˡᵒᵍˢ ᵃʳᵉ ᵃᵖᵖʳᵉᶜⁱᵃᵗᵉᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ⁱ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᶜᵒᵐᵐᵉⁿᵗˢ🫶🏽

#i rarely see him written and it makes me sad #this got long 🫣#satou rikidou x reader #rikido sato x reader #satou rikidou #rikido sato #sato x reader #mha rikido sato #mha sato #bnha sato #sincember #⋰❄︎gotta sin to win❄︎⋱#happyhornydays #💗💗🍡°my fics #💗💗🍡°mha masterlist #byp🌹holiday event #byp🌹2023 events #full fic on this? i think sooo bihh

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mhabirthdays · 10 months

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Happy Birthday

Rikido Sato (Sweets Hero: Sugarman) – June 19th

#my hero academia #mha #mha rikido #mha sato #mha rikido sato #mha sato rikido #mha sugarman #sugarman mha #mha birthday #rikido sato #sato rikido #sweets hero: sugarman #u.a. high school #class 1a #class 1-a #june #june 19th

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camiefromstatefarm · 1 year

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Random Headcanons that I have for Bnha

- Rikido Sato has older twin sisters (who are in college) and a cat named Sota. Their parents also own a Café in Tottori Prefecture where they bake the most unimaginably amazing treats ever! They also live in the cozy flat upstairs with a petite balcony.

- Rikido is half Brazilian on his father's side & half Japanese on his mother's side. The Sweets Hero can speak Spanish fluently (as he and his sisters would FaceTime their relatives in Brazil. They call him Ricardo) though he has trouble reading and writing it.

- Mama Sato baked sugar cookies for Papa Sato in high school. Let's just say he fell head over heels in love with her for that.

- Hawks knows how to speak 5 different languages: Japanese, English, Spanish, Urdu, and Cantonese

- Fumikage Tokoyami listens to heavy metal and black metal; Dark Shadow does the screaming parts (Kinda already Canon, I know)

- (For all you TetsuKendou shippers!) Since Itsuka Kendo wore a dashing pants suit + tie on their first date, Tetsutetsu decided to show up wearing sort of a kimono-like dress to go her outfit.

- Yui Kodai's father actually hates Neito Monoma's guts (a bit of a reference to their roles in Class 1-b's play for the School Festival)

- Denki Kaminari can ride a skateboard and is actually quite skilled with it

- At the beginning of the second semester, second years of the Hero coarse go on a trip overseas to intern with overseas Pros and study the politics of Pros in that country/countries.

- For some reason, I imagine some non-Japanese speaker passing by and yelling, "Konnichiwa!" And Todoroki being like, "It is still early in the morning."

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bestjeanistwife · 6 months

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♡~CHARACTER BIOS~♡

♡-FALLEN ANGELS-♡

Midoriya: 'ugh...hi or whatever names izuku midoriya and I'm 18 now currently since I died,, I'm a fallen angel who wants angels to do whatever they want,, I want revenge for my death and to kill my killer,, most of my plans sadly fail,, I Ⱨ₳₮Ɇ humans. Especially Mirio and tamaki since they get in my way the most.'

Todoroki: 'cherrio!!,, My name is shoto todoroki! I'm 18 now,, I died by burning alive which is pathetic!,, I ⱠØVɆ midoriya!♡ I Ⱨ₳₮Ɇ anyone who dislikes midoriya!,, I like cannibalism so I'm a cannibal! I like ₭łⱠⱠł₦₲ people slowly and painfully but when I'm rushing I do it fast!.'

Tsuyu: 'hello there mate,, my name is tsuyu asui,, I'm 18,, I'm in a non-toxic relationship with ochaco and I love her deeply. I died by drowning in a deep ass lake which is what pretty pathetic sadly,, but no matter what I'll love ochaco♡.'

Ochaco: 'hiya,, my name is ochaco uraraka and my age is 18,, I died from falling heights sadly,, I'm In a beautiful relationship with tsuyu and I love her deeply back♡,, I'm a another fallen angel & i find humans pretty annoying.'

♡#DEMONS#♡

bakugou: 'tch...what do I say first..whatever,, hello whoever is reading this fucker,, name is katsuki bakugou and I'm 18,, I'm in love with shitty hair(kirishima) and he loves me back,, and I died by getting exploded.,, that is all your fucking getting.'

Sero: 'i'm never writing normally again........Anyways my name is sero hanta and I'm 18 & I died by being strangled to death,, i have this love-hate relationship with midoriya,, I like helping the humans escape,, I may be a demon but I'm a demon of kindness...oh and I'm in a relationship with ilda!'

Kirishima:

Denki: 'cherrio matey!! My name is denki Kaminari! I'm 18!

Mina: 'ʜᴇʟʟᴏ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ɪs ᴍɪɴᴀ ᴀsɪᴅᴏ ɪ'ᴍ 𝟷𝟾 ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴅɪᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴀᴄɪᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ ғʟᴜɪᴅs,, ɪ Ⱨ₳₮Ɇ ᴀ ɢɪʀʟ ɴᴀᴍᴇᴅᴋʏᴏᴋᴀ ᴊɪʀᴏᴜ ɪ sᴡᴇᴀʀ sʜᴇ's sᴏ ᴀɴɴᴏʏɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜᴇʀ ᴍᴜsɪᴄ ᴊᴜsᴛ ł ₩₳₦₦₳ ₭łⱠⱠ ⱧɆⱤ ₴Ø ฿₳Đ ₴₳₮₳₦!....ᴀɴʏᴡᴀʏs,,ᴛʜᴀᴛ's ᴀʟʟ.'

♡{HUMANS}♡

Tamaki:

Mirio: 'heya!! My name is mirio togata!,, I'm tamaki's boyfriend and one of nejire's best friends! I'm sadly now quirkless after a fight against a villain :( but i got a shotgun and some support gear to help!!'

Nejire: 'hii!!! My name is nejire hado!!,, I'm mostly the third wheel most of the time but idc!,, I'm also bisexual teehee,, anyways! I love my friends and family and I'm pretty selfless...,, anyways my friends call me strong and I hope I am actually strong!,, and I'm 18! that's it for now!!'

Momo:

Jirou: 'yo,, my name is kyoka jirou,, I'm a 18 year old chaotic female bisexual,, I'm In a beautiful relationship with a beauty named Momo,, she's a literal goddess who is beauty as a person I just- AHHHH WHY IS SHE SO HOT?! I LOVE HER SM WHY♡♡♡...... Anyways.....i love music and I got my girlfriend into music too,, I love Rock music too. I love all my family and friends,, I'm so happy my family got me into music and that I should be happy with whoever i am with. Anyways that's it.'

Mineta: 'what's up! My name is

Shoji: 'uh...hi? My name is shoji mezo and I'm kinda awkard.. I like to think I'm nice and I hope people think I am..,, I'm 18 years old and tokoyami is my best friend! I think my mouth is scary so I cover it up with a mask... But my friends insure me their not scared! You would maybe think I'm smart and responsible enough to understand to not play with Oujila's boards.. I'm not-'

Tokoyami: 'hello?...man is this how you start these???.... Anyways my name is fumikage tokoyami and I'm 18,, this is all damn hell!! Everyone thinks this city is the most calm and one of the nicest cities in Japan! It's not,, man! It's literal HELL down here! Denki is hella insane now! Mina is so rude! Kirishima is more worried and sero is more nice and reasonable AND Bakugou seems more calmer but still rude he seems ''different''! Midoriya is a completely different person! Todoroki is a literal cannibal and ochaco and tsuyu are inseparable! And their all now fallen angels and demons! WHAT THE HELL?! We just wanted to talk to them when we found out they died?!......did I just rant a lot? Sorry.... Anyways..... I'm goth and my quirk is dark shadow. I like music and I have shoji as a best friend,, anyways that's it.'

Ojiro:

Shihai:

Juzo:

Shoda:

Kendo:

Neito:

♡_ANGELS_♡

Toru:

Sato

Mei: 'HEY HEY BOY OR GIRL OR WHATEVER!!! NAME IS MEI HATSUME! sorry heehee I'm excited!! I'm a angel quite literally! I'm 18 and I died by getting mangled by one of my babies :[,, people call me a silly goober and I like it!,, I'm friends with.... What's her name? Oh yeah toru!! I'm friends with toru! She's pretty nice! She's also pretty! Anyways that's it cya!'

Komori:

Yui:

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wizzidoodles · 11 days

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Super random headcanon for Sato

He has a jar of 100 year old sourdough starter that he inherited from his great grandparents

#i was feeding my starter when i thought of this lol #he just leaves it on the counter in the dorms #he’s super protective of it even though his parents can give him more if he kills it #sato #mha sato #mha #my hero acedamia #random thoughts #sato bnha #sugarman #bnha #headcanon #mha headcanons #bnha headcanons #satou rikidou #satou mha #mha satou #bnha satou

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sleepydrabbles · 1 year

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Class 1A and music headcanons, pt. 3 (with obscurarties)

Koda listens to Disney, especially songs from any of the movies with animals in them.

Sato loves Megan Trainor and plays her while he cooks. He is not afraid to shake it shake it like he’s supposed to do and the girls love it.

Shoji listens to anime OSTs and game soundtracks and the like but forgets to plug his earbuds in so he has his own personal bgm. Denki records whenever he hears him coming because sometimes there are moments like the time he wondered into the common room right as the choir reached a crescendo and Denki gets the biggest kick out of it.

Jiro definitely listens to indie rock and emo. And anything else cool or laid-back or slightly off-beat. CAKE is her favorite for throwing the guys off (“I want a girl with a short skirt and a loooooooooooooooooooooooooong jacket!”)

#class 1a #music headcanons #mha koda #mha sato #mha shoji #mha jirou

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agentmooniecreations · 1 year

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#art #artists on tumblr #illustration #digital arwork #mha #bnha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #chibi art #chibi character #chibistyle #mha sato #bnha sato #sato rikido #my art #mooniesart

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silvfyre-writings · 1 year

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Aizawa Cares Pt. 23 (MHA Fanfic)

Hello friends. I actually forgot to update the fic after work so it's a tad late today, but we are still here on time, technically.

So you remember how I said every fic has its bad chapters; yeah, this is another one I apologize. For some reason I just couldn't make it work no matter what, but I did the best I could within the timeframe I've given myself. Despite my reservations about this chapter, I do hope you all enjoy it!

I'd also like to note that Sato is the least developed character in MHA and that is a crime.

Sweets weren’t really something that Aizawa gravitated towards; he was more of a simple food person really. He could understand why people did like them; people tended to put a lot of effort into them, making sure they tasted as good as they looked, and if there was one thing Aizawa could appreciate, it was effort. Another thing Aizawa also liked—that he would deny to anyone that asked—was his students. So when this years class came with a baker, who liked to bake things because of his quirk and also because he liked his classmates, Aizawa wasn’t going to refuse the offered sweets just because he didn’t like sweet stuff.

If he pawned some of Sato’s baking off to the other teachers during lunch, who was going to know?

But then the dorms happened, and the amount of products being baked increased, meaning that Aizawa was eating a variety of sweets every week. From cookies to eclairs; from muffins to macarons; Aizawa had tried almost every sweet food under the sun. Gone was his diet of jelly pouches, instead it was now a diet of sweets.

Thankfully Sato realized a few weeks in that Aizawa and his classmates could not possibly eat everything he baked, so the boy started gifting his goods to the other classes at UA. If there was one thing UA was, it was well stocked on baked goods.

The thing about Sato, was that he was a quiet kid. Aizawa had noticed that he preferred to blend in with the background rather than take charge, and that if he had something to say, he’d wait for silence before saying it; which didn’t tend to happen with how loud his classmates got. Aizawa had told the boy several times over the past months that he needed to be more assertive, and that he needed to take charge instead of letting others boss him around. And every time, Sato promised he’d try harder, and would then let himself be swept along.

The only time that Sato ever seemed to take charge, was when he was in the kitchen; if someone dared to enter the kitchen before whatever was being cooked was ready, hell was rained upon them. And no one was safe from it. It was probably the first—and last—time that Aizawa had seen Bakugo cower before one of his classmates. Even though it wasn’t really cowering, more of an intense discomfort. Still, Aizawa had snapped a picture of the scene, not wanting to forget it.

So when Sato’s baked goods stopped appearing suddenly, Aizawa grew concerned.

And when the already quiet boy became much quieter, Aizawa went from concern to worried.

As worried as Aizawa was, he didn’t want to jump to conclusions, not before he found out the whole story. It could be nothing more than an off day, something that all his students went through at least once. Most of them bounced back on their own, but sometimes they needed a helping hand from him or another teacher.

So he did what he did best and observed.

And hoped for the best.

Aizawa was first made aware that something was going on with Sato—although he hadn’t been certain at first—when he walked into his classroom one morning and found the boy sleeping at his desk; a first for Sato. But then Aizawa looked around the classroom and saw that Sato wasn’t the only one asleep or struggling to stay awake. Ojiro was resting his head on his tail with his eyes closed, Kaminari looked more zoned out than he ever had before, and the three interning with Endeavour were all passed out against their desks. Even Bakugo, and that was a first. It left him frowning and concerned about why his students were so exhausted.

“Midoriya.” Aizawa called, feeling only a little guilty when the boy jerked awake in a hurry, blushing bright red.

“Aizawa-sensei!” Midoriya responded. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to doze off!”

Aizawa waved away the apology. “It’s fine. But why are all of you so tired? It’s only Monday and all of you are struggling to stay awake. And some of you have failed to even do that.” He pointedly looked towards the remainder of his sleeping students, yet made no move to actually wake them.

“Um…” Midoriya fidgeted like he tended to do when he knew exactly what was happening, but didn’t want to say what it was. That made it easy for Aizawa, since all he had to do was stare at the boy and wait.

It took Midoriya less than five seconds to crack.

“Well, you see, it’s just… that, um, we’re working hard?”

“Are you telling me, or are you asking me, Midoriya?”

“They’re being overworked, Sensei!” Kirishima called out. The redheaded boy was the only one of his students that looked well rested, and that was probably because this was Kirishima’s first class in months since his leave of absence. “I think the pro’s have forgotten we’ve got school on top of work study and just work us like we’re actually their sidekicks.”

“Not that we’re complaining!” Midoriya continued frantically. “It’s all good experience, and we’re learning lots of new things. We’re just… a little tired.”

Aizawa raised a brow and pointed towards the dozing Bakugo. “I think that’s more than a little tired. I will be talking to all the heroes in charge of your work studies about how hard they’re working you, especially if it got you all like this.”

His class was silent. None of them seemed keen on trying to argue with him.

He sighed. “You can use your first lesson to get some rest. Only, this lesson.”

Soft snores began to fill the room, the rest of his students dropping off into sleep so fast, it had Aizawa concerned for the health of his kids. Aizawa sighed and leant against the podium at the front of the room, mentally preparing the many phone calls he’d be placing during his lunch break; it wasn’t how he wanted to spend his lunch break of course, but the wellbeing of his students came first.

So of course, shit had to hit the metaphorical fan only a few weeks after that incident in class.

Aizawa was in the middle of class, teaching what remained of his students; the others all out with their mentors for their work studies, when his phone vibrated, the pattern signature of him receiving a phone call. He frowned at the device, wondering who would be calling him now when he’d made it clear that this was a time he was in class, working. Aizawa snuck a glance at the screen, all while still lecturing his students and saw Shishido’s face flashing across his screen. The phone stopped vibrating seconds later, only to light up with Ojiro’s face instead this time.

Shit.

“Talk amongst yourselves for five minutes, I have a call I must take. Iida’s in charge.” Aizawa instructed, stepping out of the room and accepting the call in a hurry. If one of his students was calling him during school hours, then something serious must’ve happened. “Ojiro, what’s happened?”

“It’s Sato, Aizawa-sensei!” Ojiro cried as soon as the call connected. “We were doing some training at the agency when he just collapsed all of a sudden. We couldn’t rouse him, so Shishido took him to the hospital. We’re there now.”

Shit, shit, and more shit. Aizawa let out the breath he was holding through clenched teeth. He’d told the heroes to stop overworking his kids, reminding them that they were just kids and still had school to focus on, despite the threat of the League looming over them all. They. Were. Just. Kids.

And now one of them was in the hospital because Shishido had decided to ignore his lecture. The man was going to regret doing that once Aizawa was through with him.

“Aizawa-sensei?” Ojiro’s voice calmed the anger boiling inside of him, and reminded him he needed to focus on the present and not the future.

“I’ll be there as soon as I can, Ojiro. Are you alright?”

“I’m fine. I’m sitting with Sato right now. I don’t know where Shishido went.”

Aizawa nodded despite knowing that Ojiro wouldn’t see it. “Okay. I’ll see you soon then, kid.”

The hospital was busy when Aizawa arrived, but even with his terrible vision, he was able to spot Shishido towering over the staff and other patients, looking just as angry as the man always did. Aizawa found himself briefly wondering whether that was how lions actually acted, or if it was just the way Shishido was. And why were all the top heroes either so angry or ridiculously chilled? It was baffling.

“Shishido.” Aizawa growled, making his displeasure known. “Where is my student?”

“How nice of you to answer my call, Eraserhead.” Shishido spat back, eyes narrowing. “I would’ve told you what happened had you picked up.”

“I was in class, idiot. I would’ve called you back but Ojiro called first. Now, what did you do. To my. Student.”

Shishido waved Aizawa’s words away like he was nothing more than an annoying insect. “I was practicing hand to hand combat with Tailman, when Sugarman just collapsed. I did nothing.” The man’s words were calm, the exact opposite of how Aizawa felt. And he was furious at how calm the hero sounded about what had happened, especially when he made no effort to elaborate on how Sato was actually doing.

“Well, it certainly sounds like you did. I distinctly remember telling you, along with all the other heroes, to stop overworking my students. And yet, one of them is now in the hospital.” Aizawa fought to remain calm. He had to remind himself that he was in a hospital and unless he wanted to get thrown out, he needed to calm down and not yell.

“I wasn’t overworking them.” Shishido huffed. “We hadn’t done anything all day. Hand to hand combat was the only thing planned. I’m not stupid, Eraserhead.”

“Could’ve fooled me.”

Shishido’s eyes flared with fury, and Aizawa was sure the man would’ve leapt at him had a doctor not approached them.

“My apologies gentlemen.” The doctor hesitated, seeming uncomfortable in the heavy atmosphere between the two heroes. “But I am here to update you on Mr Sato’s condition if you’d like to follow me.”

“Yes, of course.” Aizawa kept his eyes on Shishido as he followed the doctor, only looking away when the man fell into step behind him, following quietly.

It was rather unsettling; the feeling of a lion’s gaze on his back.

But Aizawa didn’t cower.

The doctor began to speak as they made their way towards the room that Sato was located in. “Mr Sato’s collapse, to put it simply, is nothing more than low sugar levels.”

Aizawa blinked, confused. With the way Sato’s quirk worked, and also his love for baking, the boy should never have had low sugar levels. “Are you sure?”

The doctor nodded. “Blood tests indicated a low amount of sugar in his blood, which is concerning considering Sato’s quirk.” The doctor came to a halt outside of a room. “Is there any reason why you think he’d have low sugar?”

Aizawa shook his head. Aside from being tired recently, Aizawa hadn’t seen anything to be concerned about. But then he thought back to the way that Sato had slowly started to fall behind in class, the way he seemed more lethargic than normal, and then, the way that the baked goods had stopped appearing overnight. He tried to think back further, cursing himself for missing the signs, as obscure as they’d been, but he couldn’t recall anything.

Except.

Sato’s tiredness correlated with the time he’d first begun his work study with Shishido, and considering that Sato was in hospital, and that Ojiro was fine, something had to have happened outside of school. Aizawa turned towards the hero. “Nothing’s changed except he’s been doing a work study.”

“You gonna blame me?” Shishido snarled, eyes flashing dangerously. “How do you know its not me and some issue he’s been having at school? The kids been fine until now!”

“Because I’ve taught my class to come to me the moment they have a problem at school.” Aizawa shot back. “But when they have a problem with their work study? They don’t come to me. They sit and suffer because they think it’ll make them stronger if they ignore the problem. So you better think back, Shishido, or I will tear your agency apart to find out what caused my student to collapse.”

The lion-quirked hero hesitated, a first since Aizawa’s arrival, and he could tell that the hero was thinking hard; also a first. Aizawa almost wished he had a camera just so he could capture the hero’s expression. After several minutes of silence, Shishido finally spoke. “I might know. But I’ll need to check something first.”

And without another word, the man ran off down the hall, leaving Aizawa alone to deal with the doctor. He sighed and turned to the man. “I apologize—”

“No, please don’t worry about it.” The man chuckled uneasily. “We’re familiar with Shishido’s antics, so I’ll let you know when he comes back. But you are more than welcome to see your student, Eraserhead. He was awake when I checked on him earlier.”

“Thank you.” Aizawa bowed and moved past the doctor to enter the room, visibly relaxing when he saw Sato awake and talking quietly with Ojiro. His student was leaning against a mountain of pillows, looking tired, but alert.

Two sets of eyes looked over at him as he approached. “Aizawa-sensei?” Sato frowned. “Why are you here?”

“Because you’re in hospital.” Aizawa sat in the empty chair beside Ojiro. “Did you think I wouldn’t?”

Sato shrugged. “I’m not really injured, so kinda, I guess. You have more important things to take care of.”

Aizawa tried not to let it show how much it bothered him that Sato didn’t deem himself important, when in fact, he was. All of his students were important to him, and he was going to make sure that they knew that, despite their own feelings on the matter. So, he plastered a reassuring smile on his face and reached out to rest a hand on Sato’s knee. “You’re my student, Sato, of course I’d come. How are you feeling, kid?”

“Tired mostly. And like a pincushion.”

Aizawa frowned, confused until Ojiro snorted and elaborated. “The doctors drew his blood for tests. Apparently, they had some trouble getting the vein. Hence, pincushion.”

“Oh.” He allowed himself to chuckle a little, having been through the same treatment before the last time he’d had to have blood drawn himself. He only hoped that Sato didn’t have to get more blood drawn and be poked even more. “Have they told you why you collapsed?” He wanted to know just how much Sato had been told.

“Low sugar levels.” Sato mumbled, sounding a little uncomfortable about it.

“I still don’t understand how you of all people managed to get low sugar.” Ojiro huffed. “You literally call yourself Sugarman for a reason. Sugar’s like, a staple part of your diet.”

Sato gave an awkward chuckle that had Aizawa frowning. Something was telling him that there was something that Sato wasn’t telling him, and while he wanted nothing more than to let his student rest; he needed to get to the bottom of why Sato collapsed in the first place.

“Sato. What aren’t you telling me?” Aizawa asked, leaning forward in his seat.

“Nothing!” Aizawa raised an eyebrow, watching as Sato began to fidget before sighing. “One of Shishido’s sidekicks is a bit of a health nut, constantly going on about us making sure we eat healthy and all that.”

“Ugh, him.” Ojiro rolled his eyes, clearly not impressed with this sidekick Aizawa didn’t know anything about either. “We’re not kidding when we say he’s a health nut, Sensei. I tried to eat a candy bar once and the guy looked like I’d just killed his mother.”

“I see.” Aizawa did see, for he knew exactly what kind of person his students were talking about. A health junkie. Most of the ones he’d met were pretty mild and kept out of other people’s business, only offering suggestions. But he’d met one or two in his life that had gone to the extreme; one of them even daring to try and demand he change his lifestyle because of how ‘unhealthy’ it was. They’d learnt very quick that he didn’t give in to nobody.

Except Nemuri and Hizashi, but that wasn’t the point.

“And has this sidekick been harassing you about your sugar intake?” Aizawa asked.

“A little.” Sato shrugged. “I just kinda tune him out since I can’t really help what’s apart of my quirk. But—”

The doors flew open, startling all of them, as Shishido marched into the room. “I know what caused Sugarman’s collapse!”

Aizawa felt his eye twitch at the interruption. “Knocking and entering quietly would’ve sufficed, thank you, but what did you find out?”

Shishido didn’t even attempt to hide his glare, pointedly refusing to look at him as he addressed Sato instead, the boy staring wide eyed at his mentor. “I checked video footage of the past week of everywhere Sato was in the agency—with some help of course—and it turns out one of the sidekicks tampered with Sugarman’s food.”

“Tampered?” Aizawa stood from his seat, his anger returning full force. “What do you mean, tampered?”

For once, Shishido seemed unnerved by how angry Aizawa was and hesitated just for a moment, but quickly recovered and growled out. “They switched out his usual sugar snacks for the sugar-free versions. Don’t get your tail in a twist, Eraserhead, I’ll deal with it.”

“You better deal with it. Or I’ll deal with it myself.”

“Sensei, please calm down. It’s alright!” Sato pleaded, effectively drawing the attention of the two adults in the room. “I should’ve realized my food had been switched out.”

Aizawa took a breath to calm himself, turning away from Shishido to focus on his student. “Your food should never have been touched in the first place, Sato. Considering how your quirk functions, you could’ve very well been hurt worse if you hadn’t collapsed today.”

“Your teacher’s right.” Shishido approached, although he kept his distance from Aizawa. “You were entrusted into my care and I let you down. I assure you, kid, that this won’t happen again.” The hero bowed suddenly. “My deepest apologies.”

“Oh, uh… it’s okay?” Sato floundered, having not expected Shishido’s sudden apology. “I wasn’t badly hurt, so can we all just move on from this? Please. Mistakes were made, sure, but it didn’t end badly.”

Curse his students for being so forgiving and understanding when they had every right to be mad about something. But if Sato wanted to move on, forgive and forget, who was he to interfere?

“Alright.” Aizawa nodded. “I’m going to find the doctor and update him on what we found out. And also find out when you can be discharged. Is that alright with you, Sato?”

Sato nodded, a smile on his face. “Yes, of course, Sensei! Thank you for coming to see me!”

Ojiro also echoed his thanks as Aizawa stood and made his way towards the door, nodding politely to Shishido who moved to take the seat he’d just vacated. The lion hero began to talk softly—softer than Aizawa had ever heard the man speak before—to his students, and some of his anger towards the man melted away.

Maybe Shishido wasn’t such a bad mentor after all.

But Aizawa was still going to make sure that sidekick got what was coming to him. He’d just be a little… lenient because that was what Sato wanted.

Just a little.

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