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aliveinacoffin · 9 months

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Hating you as well

(And loving you too much)

PT juan, Part Two, Part 3, part FOUR (awkward)

Part four of Hating You As Well, where if you want the best happy ending, stop reading ^+^

Tw!: Angst, mentions of past suicide attempts, mentions of self-harm, death, talks of death, talks of dying, loss of limbs, angsst

Fem!Reader, She/Her pronouns

You and Shouta have spent the last couple of days in utter bliss. Both of you happily existing around each other now knowing what you were both were, now knowing you both loved each other.

Of course, good things can’t last forever.

It was when Shouta had taken Eri out for a quick shopping trip, you had forgotten to pick up pads from the store, and you were completely out. The stupid man had left his phone, and you tsk-ed to yourself. What if something happened while he was out? He’d have no way of communicating with him. Though, you knew you wouldn’t stay mad. You haven’t been dating for very long at all, you thought to yourself over the stove, prepping dinner for when your two knuckleheads got home, but it almost felt like it had been longer. Maybe it was the long months you spent dancing around your feelings that made the routine much more comfortable, like the last piece to the puzzle that was slowly building, unknown to the both of you. Shouta’s phone buzzed loudly from his table, vibrating itself almost near the edge. You caught the electronic before it fell, answering the call without checking the caller ID.

“Hello, this is not Shouta Aizawa, but I can relay the message to him.” You chirped, already getting a notepad and a pen out.

“Oh? And may I inquire to whom I’m speaking with?” You pulled the phone away from you, confusion written all over your face, even if the other person couldn’t see it. Your heart dropped when you saw it.

‘Hero Public Safty Commission/ICE’

You set the phone down, putting it on speakerphone.

You stated your hero name, then your real name. “I’m Eraserhead's partner and roommate.” There was quiet typing on the other end.

“Ah, you are Eri’s other guardian?” They spoke, and you nodded, before mentally chastizing yourself that they couldn’t see you.

“Yes, I am. May I ask what the message is about? Me and Eraserhead have been very prompt and on time with Eri’s reports.” You quickly transferred the Miso soup to three bowls, picking up the large pot for the rest of the broth to cool for leftovers tomorrow.

“Ah, nothing about Eri. This is more about a villain called Kurogiri I’m afraid.” Even if you didn’t like the commission, not just because they were corrupted on every level, but because they seemed to not care about anything other than themselves. But the person on the other side sounded genuinely remorseful.

“Oh? You’ve captured him, correct? I heard about all of that from the police.” The email that was sent out about the warping villain made you rest easier that night.

“Yes, but I’m afraid that there is terrible news. As you may have known, Nomu’s are made from the bodies of the dead, and subsequently given a multitude of quirks.” That much you did know, the idea horrified you to no end.

“Right.” You set out the bowls on the table, getting spoons at the ready.

“Well, we found out through experimentation that Kurogiri is in fact, a Nomu.”

“Oh, how horrible.” And it was horrible, but you mentally questioned what this had to do with Shouta.

“Yes, indeed. With further study, we found out the body that was used was one of his old friends, Oboro Shirakumo, who had been killed in a terrible accident in high school. We just wanted to request Eraserhead's presence at Tartarus in the hopes that there can be a medical breakthrough with the Nomus.” Their voice went back to curt and cold. Despite that, you froze. Shouta never once mentioned to you his deceased friend, though, you couldn’t blame him. Your eyes went to your bedroom door, the picture of a blue-haired boy with a bandage on his nose flashed in your mind. You never questioned it, since there was another photo of the mysterious boy, Shouta, and Hizashi in it, always just assumed all of them were alive. Your gut twisted in guilt, feeling like you had just exposed a very delicate part of Shouat’s life without his consent.

“I…I will relay this message to Shouta, and-and make sure that he gets in contact with you soon.” Your voice was airy, mind going blank as you stumbled into a chair. Even if you had no idea of this before, now the mere thought of this haunted you.

“Thank you, I will be in contact once more shortly.” The line hung up, but you still held the phone up to your ear.

The front door jingled, and you could hear Eri’s little happy feet tapping from behind the door. It swung open, and the little girl was holding her own grocery bag, already bounding to you. She started rambling about something, maybe another cat she saw or a cool toy she wanted, but it was all water in your ears. You slowly set down Shouta’s phone, hands coming around to wrap the energetic girl in a hug. You looked over to your boyfriend, who was smiling softly at you. He lifted up the bag he was holding, his mouth moving to say something, but no sound came out. You nodded, and he went off to do whatever. Eri hopped out of your lap, already putting apples in the middle of the table, she pulled out a cat toy for Cutie, dangling it in front of the white cat. Shouta came up from behind you, kissing your cheek from your spot and settling down beside you. He thanked you for the food and called over Eri to eat. Obediently, she bound over, taking her spot on the other side of you.

Throughout the whole dinner, it was like there was water in your ears, guilt eating you up inside. Shocked that one of Shouta’s friends had been turned into a zombie, and forced to be part of the League of Villains' evil plans. You had no idea how he would take the news, and just before school started up again? Would he break down? Would he pretend as if nothing is wrong? Or would he do an unimaginable third option? Still, you tried your best to bring yourself back down to Earth, trying to participate in conversation the best you could. Still, you knew everyone could tell something was wrong.

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“‘Zawa?” Eri peeked out from her blanket, watching Shouta try and fail at trying to replicate your burrito.

“Yes, Eri?” His voice was soft, his hand coming up to brush away stray hair. Over time, with proper feeding and no longer being forced to use her quirk every day, her hair grew thicker and shone in a much healthier light. Her horn was steadily growing as well, but each day she had fewer and fewer accidents regarding said appendage.

“Is Ms. doing okay? She was quiet during dinner, and she’s not here to tuck me in, is she mad at me?” Her voice wavered, eyes growing wide. Shouta placed his hands on either side of her face, trying to brush away tears before they fell.

“No, of course not. Ms. is just feeling a little under the weather today. It happens sometimes, but it has nothing to do with you, I promise.” He pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead, smiling softly at his little girl.

“Pinky promise?” She shifted her hand from under the blankets, holding out her tiny pinky. That was another thing, thanks to yours and Shouta’s insistence that she ate, Eri was also steadily reaching her healthy weight diet. You had taken her to the doctor for a check-up, where she warned you two that she may grow ‘fat.’ That made you and Shouta furious, you almost blinded the woman and Shouta angrily demanded that she get her license revoked. Least to say, you got a new, and better doctor.

“Pinky promise.” Shouta reached out, interlocking the small fingers. “Now go to sleep, we have a big day tomorrow, so you need allll the rest.” He crouched down to plug in her nightlight, getting up and walking to flick the lights off. “Goodnight sweetheart.” He whispered.

“Good night.” She whispered back, that young baby voice made his heart melt. He left the door open a crack, walking over to your shared bedroom. Neither of you had renovated yet, both were too lazy to move the beds again. (Even if Shouta hadn’t moved one.) He walked over, peeking behind the curtain to see you already cuddling up with Cuite, petting his purring form while you stared at the wall. He couldn’t see your face, but your energy was all wrong.

“Hey, what’s up with you? Eri thinks you’re mad at her.” He whispered, crawling under the blankest with you. He took his spot by the wall, lying on his side, facing you. He looked at your sad eyes, your eyebrows pinched up, and your mouth turned down. “Hey, what’s going on?” Shouta reached out, grabbing one of your hands in a tight hold.

“Shouta, whose…whose the blue-haired boy from the two pictures on your dresser?” You asked, getting to the point. You had to make sure.

Shouta sucked in a deep and shuddering breath, turning on his back. He stared at the ceiling for a moment, deciding his next words.

“My best friend from high school. He died when we were about sixteen, I think. He was…he was the first person I ever loved.” His voice was now just sad and deep, eyes rolling up to try and keep his emotions at bay.

“What was his name?” Please god, please don't let it be true, please let it be someone else.

“Oboro Shirakumo. Why?” He looked over, surprised at the expression on your face. A deep frown on your face, eyebrows pointed way up, and tears falling slowly from your closed eyes. You took a deep breath, nose becoming clogged with snot. You breathed out, holding his hands tightly.

“The Commission called me earlier, they captured Kurogiri, remember?” There was a slight tremble in your lip, and Shouta became more and more afraid with every word.

“Right.” Shouta decided to be patient, letting you take your time. You took a sudden deep breath in again, eyes filling with newly unused tears.

“Do you remember what a Nomu is?” The answer was rhetorical, he got the same email as you did, you had read it together, and had discussed it together.

“Stop.” His mouth trembled, heavy breathing as Shouta’s stormy black eyes filled with his own tears. “Stop, this is not funny.” His face screwed up in disgust. He sat up, almost folding over himself as he clutched at his chest.

“I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry.” You sat up with him, pulling him into your arms. His strong shoulder dug into your chest, trying to soothe his heaving lungs.

“I-I don’t..I don’t trust myself right now. Don’t leave me alone, please.” Shouta pleaded, placing his mop of black hair into your chest. You felt cold wet drops of tears fall down your chest.

“I won’t, I won’t-I promise.” You ran your fingers through his hair, clutching him close. He wrapped his strong arms around you, shaking.

“I don’t understand. He’s…he’s gone, he’s supposed to be gone. It was my fault.” Shouta mumbled.

“No, don’t say that. The League of Villains-” You shook your head, but he cut you off.

“No, he shouldn’t have died in the first place. If I had been faster, or-or-" How quickly Shouta fell apart alarmed you. Things have been hard lately, you knew that, days of sleep deprivation and being overworked to the bone had done a number on you. But there was also a sense of dread that this was the beginning of the end.

"It's not your fault. You were just a kid, it's not your fault." You whispered, rubbing his head.

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The next morning was rough. It was the first day back to school. Eri was starting her own schooling, a private exclusive elementary school for kids who needed a different learning path than the ones at public schools. In the middle of his lecture, the Commission had called him again, requesting his presence at Tartarus. Principal Nedzu recommended that Shouta take the next couple of days off, but vehemently refused. Even going as far as to say he would bounce between yours, Nemuri's, and Hizashi's rooms.

You spent the rest of the day worried about him, barely able to teach your class. You kept clock watching, waiting for him to text you he was on his way back, or for him to update you.

He never did.

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The night was fast approaching, and there was no word from your dark-haired friend. Even Eri was starting to get worried for him. Even trying to contact Hizashi was futile, not even a sign of life from either of them could soothe your worries. That is, until your phone buzzed to life. In an instant you picked it up, not even bothering to check the caller ID.

"Shouta?" You breathed, heart hammering out of your check.

"Nah, sorry to disappoint." Hizashi laughed from the other end, but it was strained and forced. Like he was the fry middle piece of a breaking rope, and one more thing would make him snap.

"Are you two alright? Why aren't you home?" You immediately started to pace your small living room, unknowing to the large red eyes watching you from a dark corner.

"Yeah, we went out for drinks." He muttered, the slight slur in his voice obvious.

"Are…are you kidding? I asked you two to text me when you were out, and I've had no word from you since nine in the fucking morning. It's seven o'clock at night. I thought something happened." You growled, frustrated tears building in your eyes.

"It slipped our minds, we're sorry. Now we're calling you." There was a bite to his tone, and it was bitter.

"Don't fucking talk to me like that." You barked, the tone he used was dripping with sarcasm. He had no right to sound like that when you had to take over both of their classes unpromoted with no word.

"I'm not talking to you in-what? Fine-" There was shuffling and murmuring on the other end.

Shouta's absolutely drunk voice breathed your name.

"Where are you Shouta Aizawa?" Your voice was low and dangerous, begging to be tested with.

"I'm just out drinkin' with Hizashi. It'ss fine, we're fine. Stop fuck'n worrying, yer not my mother." He grumbled, he was plastered and you could smell his breath from here.

"How can I not worry?! You've been out all day and I have no idea where you are. How are you gonna get home? Where are you so I can pick you up, you're coming home." You were already grabbing your keys before you stopped. Eri, noticing your eyes on her, immediately ran to her room and hid.

"Stay on the line, do not fucking hang up." You set down your phone, slowly making your way to the little girl's room. "Eri, honey?" You called out, slowly opening her door.

Her room was empty, devoid of any human beings. Panic ripped at your throat, and you almost yelled out if not for the little feet that kicked out from under her bed. You got down on the floor, looking up at the ceiling while you lay by her bed.

There was silence for a long while before you heard shuffling. You didn't look at her, knowing that it would make it worse.

"Are you two fighting?" She whispered, that baby voice melting your heart.

"I-kinda? I'm not mad at you, or at Zawa, I'm just scared. Adults are weird, and sometimes when we get scared or sad, we get mad. It's not very good, but it's a reaction that happens. I'm sorry I scared you, honey." You whispered back, laying absolutely still. She didn't say anything for a while again.

"Can I stay with Uncle Mirio tonight?" You slowly looked over, guilt stabbing and twisting your heart at the sight of tears in her big eyes.

"Of course honey, I'm so so sorry." Your lip wobbled, and she immediately crawled out.

"It's okay, don't cry." Eri placed herself in your arms, hugging you close. "If you want cuddles, I'll come back, I promise. I won't be far away." You chuckled when you realized she was parroting the words you had used on her so many nights ago. Though it actually wasn't that long ago, but the way time had been slipping through your fingers felt like it.

You wrapped your hand around her head, giving her a forehead kiss.

"Thank you, honey."

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"Again, thank you Mirio." You bowed, handing over Eri's Hello Kitty bag. She took it out of his hands, immediately pulling out her pink switch. The little girl ran off to go show Hado something on her animal crossing island, seemingly proud.

"It's really no problem! It's perfect timing too! Since we were having a sleepover anyway!" The blonde cheered, smiling brightly. But there was a deep sadness in his eyes, one that made you feel deeply for him.

"I apologize for the short notice. I'm sorry I can't stay longer, I have to go." Anger spilled into your voice again. Despite you clearly telling him not to, Shouta had hung up on you. When you called back, there was no response.

"Don't worry, do what you need to. We'll be right here waiting." Mirio's smile never wavered, shooing you off. Gladly, you stormed away.

You nearly ripped the door off of Shouta's car, immediately speeding out of the facility parking lot. The tires squealed loudly, and the gates of UA opened at a speed you'd never seen before.

"Fucking answer!" You growled, trying again and again to dial the man. Even calling Hizashi provided no help, you nearly thought the blonde had blocked you at the speed of which his calls were declining. But after realizing it took different lengths each time, you realized they were denying them.

You hard braked in front of the dingy bar where the teachers usually met up at, swinging open the doors. They weren't there.

The owner of the bar, a big burly dog, looked up at you with tired eyes.

"Do you know where Eraserhead and Present Mic are?" You asked, hands shaking.

He shook his head, big ears flopping with him. You growled, stomping out, and revved the car again.

Tears pricked your eyes as you looked around for bars. You were angry because Shouta hung up on you, after not calling you or texting you all day. I mean, last night the man was clutching onto you because he didn't trust himself to be alone for fucks sake! Then there was Hizashi, a man you could call a good friend yourself and Shouta's best friend, enabling his bad behavior, even going as far as to get snotty with you for caring. But most of all, you were scared. Scared of what they might do, scared of what Shouta might do to himself. What would Eri do without him? Their kids who looked up to the two men? What would you do without them?

It took you nearly twenty bars after that to find them. Hunched over drinking themselves away. They didn't look over at you while you stomped over, nearly fuming with rage. None of you three even noticed the lights flickering. They only noticed you when your very hot hands grabbed their shoulders, wrenching them to look at you.

"Do you have any idea what time it is? Not only do you have work tomorrow, you're both vulnerable late at night!" You nearly screamed, pulling them both up.

Shouta looked like a mess. His eyes were bloodshot and barely opened, his dark hair wild and everywhere. He could barely stand on his feet, nearly falling over on you. Hizashi on the other hand, was shaking, pure emotions stricken across his face.

"We're fine! We don't need you here to mommy us!" Hizashi screamed at you, grabbing you to turn you away.

"Is that why you're here, halfway across the fucking country to drink yourselves to death?!" You shoved him back, trying to hold up Shouta. The woman behind the bar was giving you three a wary glance, but she turned around to mind her own business.

“Yeah, because you have no idea how this feels! You’re-” Hizashi started, tears welling up as his voice broke.

“Stop. Stop before you say something you’ll regret. You’re both drunk and I’m tired. We should go home.” You grabbed his wrist and hauled both of them men to your car. Throwing them in the back, you went back inside to pay the tab and grab a familiar scarf and iconic leather jacket.

Shouta was pressing his flushed face against the window while Hizashi was glaring off somewhere. He mumbled something angrily, eyes blinking rapidly.

“What? I can’t hear you.” You snapped, reversing the car roughly, driving bad and reckless as angry as you felt.

“I said I’m sorry. For being messes.” Hizashi hiccupped, refusing to make eye contact with you. You sighed, anger simmering away as you realized how heavy your eyes were. Your heart just ached, your body tired.

“It’s…I understand. I was just scared. With everything going on right now, with Eri being home I just…” You trailed off, lip wobbling while trying to blink away tears. You were trying to drive home after all. The whole two hour drive was spent in unbearable silence, you had already angrily shut off the radio and found it too awkward now to turn it back on.

At the dorms, you managed to drag Hizashi back home and get Shouta to sit at your dining table.

“Where’s Eri? I don’t want her to see me like this.” Shouta looked around lazily, movements sluggish.

“She saw me get mad and got scared, she went over to Mirio’s.” You admitted, filling up a large water bottle and grabbing some pain meds for the man. You turned around and saw Shouta staring at your fridge, glaring.

“How could you do that to her? You know she’s been extra delicate because of school, and with her quirk training coming up.” He hiccuped. You sighed, handing him the water.

“I know, I’m sorry. I’ll make it up to her with a girl's day tomorrow.” You hung your head in your hands, nearly falling asleep on the spot. “I worry about you all the time, y’know?” You knew anything you said to Shouta would literally not matter, he was black-out drunk right now, and nothing you said would matter by the morning. “Especially today. You scared me so bad today Sho’.” You admitted.

“Why? I was okay.” He slurred back, confused.

“Because you didn’t call or text me! All day I was wondering how you were, not even Nedzu knew where you were. Eri was getting worried too, and you know how she gets about you, you're her Zawa. You’re her favorite. Then at one point, Hizashi was hanging up on me. Did I do something? I don’t understand.” Looking up, Shouta had already downed his whole glass and had taken his pills dutifully. But he shook his head in response.

“‘M not her favorite. You are. When I visited her in the hospital, all I talked about w’s you. She w’s so excited to meet you, and when she met you, she told me later, ‘She’s so pretty, like you said.’” He mimicked her high-pitched voice, eyes drooping. But his small smile dropped, and he looked at the table dimly. “‘M sorry. I wanted to call you but, I’m supposed to be the strong one, how could I face you knowing I failed-” His voice cracked, big fat crocodile tears spilled down his face. You jumped over to his side immediately, holding his face while you brushed away his tears. Shouta was a stranger to emotions, especially his, so seeing him be so open and emotional meant that he was drunk drunk.

“You didn’t fail anyone, you’re still here, aren’t you?” You whispered, trying to help him. Shouta’s large hands wrapped around yours, curling his fingers to hold your hands.

“But they’re not. He’s not.” Shouta whimpered again, face filled with the years of pain he’d had to go through. His long baggy sleeves slipped down, and while you were no stranger to Shouta’s scars, you’d never paid attention to them. You’d seen the ones coating his forearms at a distance, but you never thought much of them. Now that you were closer to him, your frown deepened at the years-old clean cuts decorating his otherwise pale arms. Each varied in thickness, but you could tell they were all old, all except…

“Oh, Sho…” You sighed, and you held up his arm, the slightly fresh ones close by the junction of his elbows were already scabbed over completely, so they were decently old. “What happened? Why didn’t you come to me?”

“Because you deserve a strong man, and I’m not. I let my students die, I like Oboro die, I deserve to die.” He cried into your shoulder, having shifted from you holding his face to you holding him. How long had this man buried his pain? Masking it into throwing himself into as much work as he could, trying to prevent all the lives he’s lost as a teacher, as a friend, as a person. Shouta was the strongest, most brutal, and hardcore man you’d ever met, but even the strongest of mountains would fall under the constant blow of loss and hardships. You could always see the pangs of loss and hurt in his eyes, but before you could even see what he was going through he masked it under anger. No matter how hard Shouta tried to kill the child buried under false anger and faux strength, it would still cry under the rubble of his past.

“Shouta, you deserve more than life itself. You’ve made so many people proud, and you’ve saved hundreds of lives. I’ve never met Shirakumo, but if he meant that deeply to you, I’m sure he would’ve been proud of you.” That made Shouta lose it, his sobs muffled by your shoulder. He hated it, he hated every moment of this because it meant he’d gone soft. Shouta’s whole hard, no-emotions exterior had been broken down in less than a year, and all because of you. Well, he supposed he couldn’t blame it wholeheartedly on you, a certain little girl who was currently sleeping soundly was another part of this, but still. How long before you died? How long before Eri died? How long before Hizashi and Nemuri? Shouta knew nothing lasted forever, and in his mind, you were already dead. Desperately he was clinging to your ghost, as he did with Oboro, trying to keep whatever he had of you with him, trying not to fail you too. Time and time again, he’d seen it. Shouta knew his job was dangerous, but that's why he preferred to be alone, hell, it was one of the few reasons he loved cats. They were independent creatures, if he ever died, they’d know to move on and live with other humans elsewhere. But if he left you behind, if he left Eri or Hizashi behind, he would be haunted by the guilt even in the afterlife. Shouta preferred to be alone, preferred to clean his own wounds, stitch up his own gashes by himself, it was less people to deal with, less strings he could cut at a moment's notice, less people he’d leave behind, and less people to leave him. But now he had you, and Eri, and all of his students and friends who relied on him. Now he had you to hold his head up high when he couldn’t, had someone to take over his overwhelming workload, someone who could stitch up the cuts on the places of his back that he couldn’t reach. You left a wake in his life he’d never get rid of again, you made him dream again. Something Shouta thought died the moment he realized Oboro was gone under the rubble of that building.

Somehow without his notice, you had changed him out of his work clothes, and tucked him into bed, watching over him over the blankets as you forced him on his side, one foot off the bed.

“This is her side though.” Shouta blinked mumbling to himself. Your hands raked up and down his sides, leaving goosebumps from your touch.

“It’s alright, if you need to puke in the middle of the night, I’d never forgive myself if you choked on your own vomit.” You whispered, tucking your hand under your pillow. “Now go to sleep, I already called in for us, and I’ll pick up Eri tomorrow, so sleep in.” Your voice was quiet and soft, everything Shouta was unused to, something he’d forgotten after so long of the harsh and jagged road he’d been forced to trudge.

“I love you.” He whispered, finally falling asleep after the harsh day.

“I love you.”

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Shouta awoke the next morning with a start, clutching his head at the sudden movement.

“Fuck, what time is it?” The teacher grumbled, and he froze when he opened his phone. It was one, in the afternoon. He immediately panic-dialed his boss, trying not to absolutely flip the fuck out.

“Oh, Ereaserhead, what-” His boss’ squeaky voice greeted from the other end, but Shouta gave him no chance to speak.

“Principal I am so sorry, I have overslept and failed to tell you. I will gladly accept the punishment I will be given out, again, I profusely apologize.” He had a bass in his voice, sleep still evident in his few moments of the waking world.

“Oh, no worries Eraserhead! That was figured out last night, you’re class was already taken care of.” Principal Nedzu happily name-dropped you, explaining that you took over the training for that day. They ended the call with friendly, and relieved, greetings, before Shouta just sat on his bed, trying to calm his racing heart. It was always you, wasn’t it.

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You came home with Eri in tow around four, as you promised you would over text. Immediately, Shouta greeted you with a kiss. Though you were caught off guard, you didn’t reject his advance, knowing these moments where he initiated the affection were rare. When he pulled away, he just donked his forehead against yours, holding your arms while you breathed each other's air.

“Thank you.” He muttered, pulling away with a slight blush on his face. Eri giggled, happily jumping up into his arms.

“I missed you!” She smiled, hugging around his neck. He smiled back, his eyes not so tired today.

“I missed you too.”

“Well, I missed all of you, so I win.” You smiled, setting down your shopping bags on the table, each landing with a heavy thud.

“We had a girl's day! Look, I even got my nails painted!” Eri shoved her little mix-matched colored nails in Shouta's face, and he had to lean back a little to fully comprehend the colors. If his heart could melt, he sure it literally would. It was a mix of all three of your guys' favorite colors, each color on a different nail. “I couldn’t get them clipped or shaved down, but I got them painted.” She looked kind of sad at that fact, looking down slightly in disappointment.

“That’s okay, you were so brave to even go to stores with just Ms. and you, and even more brave to get your nails done with all those scary sounds around you. Maybe next time you could try letting them cut your nails?” He offered, sitting down with her at the table.

“That’s right.” You nodded in agreement. “She was very brave and good today. Why don't you show Zawa all the new stuff you got?” You asked, already opening the bags for her. Eri smiled, jumping up and down on Shouta’s legs, ignoring his look of pain.

She happily showed off the new clothes she got, and the new clothes she’d forced onto Cutie later. Eri also happily showed Shouta all the clothes she picked out for both you and him, matching couple outfits for you two to rock out. He flashed you a look, and you just shrugged in response.

After showing him everything she got, she disappeared to her room to put everything away, demanding independence so she could show how ‘big girl she was’. That left you and Shouta to sit awkwardly at the table. He decided to bring up the first thing that he noticed in the house, a new development.

“You hid all the knives.” He said, leaving it open in the air.

“Yeah, I did do that.” Shouta looked down to see your leg bouncing under the table.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered, scratching his arm, long sleeves bunching under his hand.

“I get it, it’ll be okay. I’m here, we’re here. Hizashi was the one who told me too.” You answered the question you knew he was going to ask.

“Thank you.” He sighed, and neither of you knew what he was thanking you for. Maybe everything.

“You never have to.” You shook your head, tired eyes betraying the strength you were showing.

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The next month was filled with unease, the looming threat of an all-out fight hung over all of your coworker's heads. It made it hard to focus on anything, especially when papers came in the mail demanding you and Shouta update your wills.

You, Nemuri, Hizashi, and Shouta all sat around your dining room table. Eri was in her room, instructed to watch her YouTube shows at whatever volume she wanted while she played games. The sound of some man screaming soothed your nerves about her overhearing, but you all still whispered.

“So you’ll agree to help watch over her in case something happens?” Shouta asked blankly, masking how he really felt. Nemuri and Hizashi nodded, seriousness etched deep in their faces.

“I’ll watch over her with whatever demands you leave me with, I promise.” Hizashi swore, looking over to you and Shouta. The day after the night you picked up the two men drunk from the bar, Hizashi had already gone out to grab your favorite flowers and snacks, profusely apologizing for his abhorrent behavior.

“I’m sorry I was a horrible friend the other day, it was a moment of weakness that will never happen again!” Forgiving him was easy, since you now knew how greatly of a cavern Shirakumo left in his life, Nemuri’s as well. You learned of how bright and happy the blue-haired boy was, how he left an influence on all three of the friends’ lives, even today.

“Thank you.” You nodded, smiling sadly at him.

“Of course.” Hizashi shrugged you off, it was nothing after all, he was merely doing a favor for a friend.

“Now, it’s not as if I do not trust Hizashi with a live animal, but I do not trust Hizahsi with a live animal.” Nemuri sighed, pushing her glasses back up her face, preventing them from falling off her nose. Said blonde gasped with indignity, holding a hand over his chest while he looked at her with absolute betrayal in his face.

“I have been a great step-dad for Sushi! I spoil him with toys every Christmas and for his birthday!” Hizashi argued, pouting at the implication that he could not take care of the cat that was left behind by the friend they lost.

“Yes, but you’re hardly home, ‘Zashi. Plus, you do tend to go overboard with the food.” She countered, giving him that motherly look you’ve grown to love.

“That’s true, I remember you got him fat one year.” Shouta agreed, tapping his cat pen on the table.

“So it’s decided, Sushi goes to those two.” She said it with such tiredness as if it was something that had been argued and not something you knew she had already made up her mind with. Hizashi pouted in response, mumbling under his breath.

The rest of the signing went like that, all of you trying to make light of the fact that you were writing your wills, pretending as if there was no possibility that any of you could die by the end of the month. Because if not, what else could you do?

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Springtime was rolling around again, as proof of the clothes that donned Eri getting looser and more flowy. Currently, she was wearing a Hello Kitty t-shirt with shorts, a sun hat donned on her head. She was holding both yours and Shouta’s hands while she walked to the infirmary, knowing that her Quirk training would start today.

“Now remember, you can stop at any time you want, just say the word and everything will stop immediately.” You assured, rubbing your hand over her smaller one. She nodded, face set. You knew that look, and you knew it meant she was going to push herself to her absolute limits. The look that said, ‘I’m going to show you how far I’ve grown!’

“And we’ll be there every step of the way.” Shouta reaffirmed, holding her close. After what happened, you had asked him to never drink like that again, and he agreed with great fervor.

“I’d never want Eri to see me like that, and I’m ashamed you saw me like that.” Shouta was still feeling heavy guilt after that, no matter how much you reassured him that it would happen. People will always have relapses in their recovery and bad behaviors, but as long as you grow and move on, then so can others. Shouta’s mental health was still rather fragile, but with your and your friend's help, he’s been slowly building back his confidence in himself. Now standing in front of Recovery Girl’s doors, you both turned to look at each other, then Eri.

“You’re sure you want to do this? You absolutely don’t have to if you don't want to.” You said, for what must’ve been the hundredth time in a row.

“I want to! I want to save Mirio like he saved me.” She nodded, holding a fist in front of her face. Shouta, nodded, opening the door to reveal Monoma sitting, already waiting for you three.

The plan was to have Eri try her quirk, then the student would copy her quirk and try to use it as well, in an attempt to have at least someone try and guide her through her quirk.

Eri sat between you and Shouta, and in front of Monoma and tried to activate her quirk. She strained, puffing out her full cheeks and forming tight first with her small hands. Her face grew red with the effort, and quiet humming grew into loud humming. You knew this moment was big for her, so you made a triangle with your mouth as you tried your damnest not to laugh out loud. The poor student just looked at her confused, while Shouta just sighed. He slowly put a hand on the girl's shoulder, snapping her out of her little grunting effort. Better stop her before she shits herself.

“Eri, you can’t force your quirk out like that. In the past, how did you feel when you activated it?” He asked, quickly taking his hand away.

“Uhm, I felt scared.” She pulled up her knees to her chest, picking at her Five Nights at Freddy’s shoes. “And I wished I could just go back and fix everything, or just make everything stop.” Her horn crackled in response, and Shouta quickly shut it down, hair floating up immediately.

It would be of no use for her to correlate her quirk with fear, the baseline of her abilities would be held back if it was plagued with that emotion. She needed to be in full control of her quirk to even be able to live alone, one panic attack and she would send a friend or concerned stranger back into nothing.

“You’re safe now, no one is out to hurt you.” You patted her head, rubbing away the little worry marks on her forehead.

“Yes, instead, why don’t we take deep breaths and look deep into ourselves.” Shouta offered, placing his hands in his lap, closing his eyes he breathed in deeply. Eri rushed to follow his lead, copying his movements exactly. You glanced up to the Monoma who had been sitting there rather awkwardly, motioning him to do the same. He looked at you warily before complying. You kept your eyes open, and Shouta had reopened his to watch over Eri.

“Now take a deep breath in.” The teacher instructed, doing the motion so she could hear him. She did it perfectly, her little body relaxing from his voice. “Now hold your breath, but don’t panic. Everything will be alright.” He waited for a moment, before instructing her to breathe deeply out as well.

“Now look inside yourself. Your quirk is part of you, and you are in complete control of yourself. You can do good things in life without hurting others, all because you are capable and strong. You can save people with your ability because you’re a strong little girl.” You couldn't help but let out a little gasp when she lit up. Energy crackled around the little group. But she must’ve heard you since she immediately stopped and looked up at you worried.

“Did I do something wrong?” She asked, scared.

“No baby, you did so well, you did wonderful!” You smiled, heart absolutely leaping with joy. Just a few months ago, Eri was too scared to even ask for more food on her plate, and now she was taking back every ounce of control she had never been given. And you were just so proud. Happy tears spilled from your face while you laughed, opening your arms for her to leap into. Eri did happily, jumping up and down with joy. Shouta leaned over to rub her back, softly smiling too.

“You did so well, you’re very brave.” He scooted close to you two, happily watching over you with pride in his chest.

Monoma coughed, getting all of your attentions at once. You and Shouta burned with embarrassment, while Eri was in blissful ignorance of the awkwardness. Still, she was just so happy that she activated her quirk on her own.

You and Shouta couldn’t help but be proud of her.

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The plan all along was to get Eri more comfortable with her quirk so meltdowns for her were less dangerous, but there was also an ulterior motive underlying as well. A motive that worked, after weeks of working with Eri non-stop every day, hugging her close when sessions didn’t go the way she wanted, and celebrating with her when they did.

Mirio got his quirk back.

Which opened a new realm of questions, but for now it didn’t matter.

Now all that mattered was celebrating Eri’s development and her bravery, and Mirio getting his quirk back, his life back.

“And how big do you want your slice Eri? It can be as biiiig as you want." You gestured to the cake in front of the little girl. A white cake with bright red lettering that says 'You did it!' on the front. Mirio, Amijiki, Hado, and Monoma surrounded the small table, happy-faced and looking at Eri. Shouta had Eri on his lap, holding her midsection.

"This big!" She made a wide gesture with her hand, far bigger than the cake itself. You all laughed, and you smiled and shook your head.

"How about this big?" You started to cut a piece, big enough for three fingers to be placed at the top of the slice. She nodded excitedly, jumping out of Shouta's grasp to stand on his thighs. He poked the back of her knees, and she buckled.

"Sit when you're eating." He chastised lightly, and she nodded, bringing a plastic green fork to her big slice. You handed out the other pieces to the students around you, Mirio happily phasing through a bite of cake through his face over and over, pretending to not know why he couldn't eat.

"You're using your quirk Uncle Mirio!" Eri squealed, frosting already on her face.

"Am I?" He yelled in a very happy voice, still doing it. Turning around to wash your hands and the knife, Monoma approached you from behind. He hadn't taken a bite out of his slice yet, instead wholly ignoring it because of something bothering him.

"I'm sorry I couldn't be of more help." His voice was smooth, devoid of any teasing or pompous attitude. That was something that gave you whiplash, whenever the boy wasn't blinded by his jealousy of class 1-A, he was a kind and smart kid. Another thing you learned was that he was great with children, also aiding in helping soothe Eri whenever you and Shouta didn't jump the gun fast enough.

"Don't worry about it, Quirks aren't a cure-all, and no matter how OP they are, there's always going to be drawbacks." You shook your head, waving a wet hand at him. But the look on the copycat's face was not one of comfort.

"Still I wish I could be able to be a mentor for her." He looked down like he had failed in the worst ways possible.

"Monoma, listen." You fully dried your hands, putting one on his shoulder to make him look at you.

"There's only so much you could do, and what you did was wonderful. If you want to be a mentor to Eri, be there for her. Help her, be her friend." You gestured your head to the girl happily chattering with Hado. He followed your gaze, tense shoulders drooping at the sight. He looked back at you, nodding with a new determination in his eyes.

"Of course! I'll be the best mentor/friend/guide there is!" He sauntered away, joining in the large conversation. You smiled and leaned back against the sink, crossing your arms to fondly watch them. Shouta was blankly staring away, unwillingly participating in the conversation. He saw you, glared at you, and picked Eri off his lap, joining you by the sink.

"Hey." You smiled and looked at him.

"Hey." He replied back, watching the children.

You wrapped your arm around his back, rubbing soothing motions into it. Shouta’s dark eyes flashed to your face, watching you for a moment.

"I'm so proud of her." He mumbled, barely audible.

"I know, I hope we can keep her this happy." Your voice was fond and soft, love in every syllable.

"Me too."

But his eyes weren't on Eri.

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It was one in the morning, but neither of you could sleep.

Eri didn't know much, other than you and Shouta were going to be in a very big battle tomorrow and she'd be with Principal Nedzu all day. Or more. Or maybe forever.

You tucked your head under Shouta's chin, rubbing his back in circles. He was gently scratching your hair, holding you close.

"I can't sleep." You whispered, stopping your hands to hug him tightly.

"I can't either." He admitted, doing the same as well. "Promise me something." He whispered into your hair.

"Anything." You probably couldn't keep it. You knew it, if he asked you to stay alive, you couldn't possibly be in control of that.

"Don't make me do this without you." Shouta wrapped his legs further around you, unwilling to let you go.

"Of course. Promise me something?" You asked back, an ache starting in your heart.

"Anything." Shouta curled into you, tucking you further into himself.

"Come back alive."

"Of course."

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You and Shouta were separate, which was fine. Your quirks didn't exactly mesh well together, and you both were needed in separate areas. Still, you were terrified.

Your legs pumped as you ran straight into the broken building, the moment Ken had broken the Paranormal League Fronts base, you had been the few to immediately jump to action. Blame Shouta for your quick reaction time. Jumping up, you landed a swift but harsh kick to a villain's head, knocking them out cold. Soon, there were three others on you, quick to action. Thankful for the bright sunny day, you made a long knife with the light, slashing their legs. When they fell, you made quick work of cuffing the hands and wrapping their feet so they couldn't escape.

You did that again and again, perfectly dodging any close-range attacks they shot at you. Distant rumbling filled your ears, catching you off guard for a moment, just for a moment. But that moment was important, worry for your students and your friends distracted you from the person behind you. Barely turning around in time to catch their eyes.

A sudden searing pain filled your right side, blindingly hot and vicious. Your shoulder flung back, but it swung much harder than you intended like you had lost a monumental amount of weight. The air was knocked right out of your lungs when you landed on your back, trying desperately to catch your breath. Your eyes were unfocused, the only things visible were lights and darks. A shadow stepped above you, a harsh contrast to the hot white sun. Someone screamed from a distance, you didn't know who, but it sounded familiar. Slowly, you got your breath back, and just as fast, the pain dissipated. A feeling of floating overcame you, your mind losing all train of thought as consciousness escaped you. Another feeling invaded your stomach, a heavyweight worming its way into your soft belly, squirming and wiggling around in the delicate inner workings of your stomach. Just as it all started, it stopped in a sudden, jarring movement.

Someone lifted your limp head, and you tried to utter out a thanks, but only a quiet whisper came out. Someone was shouting your hero name, but the only thing you could work out was bright blonde hair. There was only one thought that came to your failing mind.

Shouta would be disappointed with how quickly you fell.

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Warm.

Fuzzy.

Floating.

Those were the only things you felt. You couldn't tell where you were, or even who you were, but they didn't really matter when you felt this good. Happiness filled your every atom, joy making your fingertips buzz. You could hear yourself breathing, but you couldn't really feel it, just like how sometimes your vision would go black for a mere millisecond before everything became bright again. What was that called? Blinking? Whatever it was made you upset, why couldn't you see? You sighed, deciding to succumb to sleep before anything else could upset you, too dizzy to try and look around.

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That happened a couple more times, the fleeting waking moments you were granted filled with that dizzying euphoria. Until it wasn't.

You came to with a broken gasp, an electrifying pain forcing you to sit up. But that in itself brought pain to your right side and stomach, something hot and uncomfortable. You tried to protect your middle with your hands, but the feeling of a stump and something missing made you look down in a panic.

Your arm.

Your right arm.

Your right arm was gone.

From your elbow down was nothing, a stump of your upper arm. It felt like there were pins and needles in the arm that was no longer there. Your stomach ached too, like you ate rotten food and ate it far too quickly.

Your breathing was quickening, heart racing as you tried to compile all your thoughts into one coherent train of thought. Loud and insistent beeping made your head swarm, your head snapped in that direction. In a sudden movement fueled by pain and fear, you toppled over the heart monitor. You were upset and so fucking scared. Your arm was gone, you were missing an entire limb. With no explanation as to why. Where was it? Why had it been taken from you?

Suddenly, a hoard of doctors flooded the whole room, one you hadn't even been aware of until now. Two grabbed your shoulders, trying to hold down your struggling form, trying to placate you with soothing words.

"Please, we're only trying to help." One whispered.

"We understand you're confused." Another meowed. Two were trying to set back up your monitor, while another pair tapped and messed with your vitals.

"It'll all feel better in a moment." One of the ones from your vitals spoke up, dropping a long tube that was connected to you on the ground. "We probably should've tried to wean you off the opioid better, but there's only so many of us." They shrugged apologetically, backing up.

The others did the same, giving you breathing room. Soon, your lungs stopped trying to fill themselves with air they didn't need, instead slowing down to a near-alarming degree. That same fuzzy feeling of pure euphoria filled you again, and you slowly slid down on the thin pillow on your cot. The scratchy feeling of the hospital blanket was quickly forgotten, instead replaced by the lack of feeling in your lower half.

Dreams never came to you in your drug-aided sleep.

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The next time you woke up wasn't nearly as traumatizing nor painful. It was still uncomfortable, and you were still confused, but thankfully an angel was waiting by your bedside.

"God? Am I dead? Oh God, I don't go to church nearly enough. Please forgive me Father, I have led astray from the path-" you started mumbling prayer, left hand shakily coming up to grasp out.

"Oh no, please I'm not an angel, even if I get that a lot. I'm a human with a quirk." The woman giggled, guiding your hand back down the cot, her skin was milky white and smooth, her fingernails long and white. Looking up, she had no pupils, only an expanse of white in her eyes. Speaking of eyes, she had much more than two. Nowadays, that wasn't much of a sight, but the upper half part of her face was filled with them. All of them missing pupils, all of them pure snow white. Her hair was long and just as white as her, almost curly. Two wings rested on her head, filled with eyes along the base. Unlike her own eyes, the ones on her wings had golden pupils, though they lacked any iris'.

"My name is Tenshi, and I'll be here to guide you through your confusion and pain." Even her voice was angelic, each note hitting perfectly in your ear.

"You are an angel." You murmured, eyes still fluttering from the bright white light above you.

"Here." She got up, her towering frame would've been overwhelming if you were fully conscious. She flicked off the lights, mid-afternoon light pooling in the room, making the room golden and making the tall woman even more ethereal. She walked over to you, form turning fuzzy and warping as she got closer. Tenshi leaned over, slapping your cheeks to get you to fully focus. When you did, she backed away.

"You must be confused." She walked back to your side, sitting on the side of the bed to face you. She ran a long and thin hand down your upper arm, the feeling making goosebumps rise. She stopped at your stump, instead, she hovered over the spot, the feeling of pillows on your aching stump soothed the pain, almost making it go away.

"Your arm was cut off during the battle, but thankfully one of your students managed to get you to a pro, who was able to cauterize it for you." She pulled back, wiping her hands.

"What…happened?" You gestured to your stump, lifting it up gently before setting it back down. There was also more to the question, like what happened after the battle? Months of planning, months of sitting anxiously for the end to come only for it to be over like that? How much did you actually help? How many did you lose?

“Well.” She sighed. “There is no easy way to put this, many heroes fell. They were either killed in battle, or they quit in the aftermath. Many villains were caught, but many high-level prisons were broken into by a man called One for All. Shigaraki and many of the Paranormal Leauge Front are still missing. One of your students briefly went rogue as well, but he returned safe and sound. And I think that's it!” She cheered, adjusting you more. “Now, I’ll go fetch your husband, bring some food and water, and leave you to your rest.” Tenshi sat up, wiping off her manicured hands and leaving before you could protest.

It was probably Midoiya who left.

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So first of all, you were right. That little shit went off on his own, weighed down by the guilt of Shigaraki’s escape and his self-acclaimed failures led him to believe he had to single-handly take on the world. Secondly, there had been a traitor amongst you, but it hadn’t been one of the staff, it had been a student. While it shattered your heart to hear the news, it also perplexed you, Aoyama of all people? It made sense why he never took his hero name seriously though, but that made you hurt more. Thirdly, society was falling apart behind the senses. People no longer trusted heroes at all, how could they when one by one they were all dropping? When their current number one had come out as a child abuser and wife beater, who bought his wife to use her quirk. Especially when his first child accidentally ‘killed’ himself at the age of twelve, and then turned into an arsonistic serial killer. But most importantly, last but not least.

“You cut off your own leg?” You yelled, incredulous. “I thought someone got you, like me, but no! You just fuckin’.” You made wild gestures with your hand, stump flailing along, still in absolute shock that your dumbass boyfriend cut off his own damn leg.

“It was the best course of action. It was either my leg or my student. The decision was easy.” Shouta shook his head, one eye closing. You sighed, shoulders slumping heavily. Your eyes trailed across his face, analyzing his lack of an eye, and lack of a right leg.

“Guess we’re both fucked up now.” You laughed emptily, flopping back on your cot. You brought one hand to softly trace your bandages, your wound didn't hurt as much anymore, bt the phantom pains were brutal. They often left you biting down on your pillow as your right side seized up in angry pain.

“We’re not fucked up.” He mocked your words, and you could hear him lean forward, metal leg creaking with him. “We’re scarred.” He reassured, reaching you to your bed. You looked over to him, eyes heavy and empty.

“Yeah, and it’s not over. Shigaraki is still out there, and All For One is out there now. I’m…tired Sho’. I’m so fuckin’ tired.” You put one hand up to cover your face, momentarily panicking when there wasn’t another hand to cover your right side. There was a pregnant pause.

“There is, something else I need to tell you.” You looked back over to Shouta, now fully taking in how beat the man was. His strong demeanor broken down to a hunch, hands limply hanging off his knees.

“Yeah?” Your heart leaped to your throat, please god, or anyone if you’re out there, if you’re out there, don’t let it be Eri.

“It’s about Nemuri. She’s…gone, they’re giving us her part in the will sometime next week.” Shouta’s voice was soft, devoid of any negative emotions. Even if your eyes filled with tears, you shook your head and laughed.

“Don’t mess with me like that Sho’, it’s really not funny.” You stared at him, your smile falling when he just gave you a sad look. His lips pulled in as a frown etched into his rugged features. He didn’t say anything. He didn’t need to.

“I’m so sorry.” You whispered, opening up your arms to him again. Shouta closed his eyes tight, falling into your arms. You both cried together, sobs heaving out of your bodies. Another one of his friends gone. One of your friends died.

Even if you both were older, no longer trapped in the awkward stages of young adulthood, you both felt so small at that moment. The whole world was tilting, and you had no choice but to fall into the inky black abyss of the unknown, no matter how desperate your attempts to flee were.

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You were scared. You were cold, and it was a terrible day for rain.

Your leg was slowly crumbling under your sight, there wasn’t even any pain as your left leg slowly disintegrated before your eyes. A flash of green filled your eyes, quickly pulled away the hand that had been gripping your ankle in a painful grip. But it did nothing to stop you from plummeting to the dirt, hundreds of feet off the ground.

Technically, you shouldn’t even be here, in the heart of the battlefield. But during a national emergency, the Japanese government had to pull out all the stops, especially after the fall of the Commision and the death of America’s number one. So you and Shouta and many others had been pulled out of recovery to be put on the front lines, with little to no warning. Both of you had sat in his hospital room, just sitting side by side. The memory was clear in your head as the wind rushed by your ears.

“What about Eri, who will take care of her?” You whispered, not able to look at Shouta, instead your eyes hyperfocused on the white walls in front of you two. The man’s arm was wrapped around your shoulder, making sure he would not disturb your stump. You decided not to wear a prosthetic, it would only get in the way of you Quirk anyway.

“Worse comes down to worse, Nedzu will do a decent job. She’ll come out smart at least.” Shouta shrugged as if the thoughts of leaving the child you two had been raising and taking care of side by were nothing. It was so much more than that, Eri was basically your daughter at this point, having spent so much time with her, giving her the right environment for her to grow and learn, giving her the school to go to school. She was the child you never wanted to have, and now the one that you couldn’t bear to leave.

There was a pause as you rubbed your only hand on Shouta’s left side.

“Don’t die on me Shouta Aizawa.” You lolled your head onto the expanse of his chest, his usual blue nightgown replaced by a thick dark blue sweater.

“I could say the same.” He whispered into your hair, tugging you close. The dead night air only made the silence in the room deafening, every and all noises amplified a hundred times. Still, you’d never replace this moment with anything else.

You smiled sadly at the memory, fat tears rolling up into the sky.

“Sorry I couldn’t keep my promises.” You laughed, the ground getting closer and closer. There was a cacophony of noises around you, the sounds of crashing buildings, sirens, screaming, shouting, things breaking and crumbling beneath your eyes. The disintegrating had stopped, the only thing remaining of your left leg was a dusty stump ending mid-thigh. “Sorry I couldn’t stay Sho’.” Your smile was becoming one of a grimace. “Sorry I’m making you do all of this without me.” Someone was shouting your name, but your vision was too clouded with tears, too busy coming to tears with your own impending death to care. “Sorry I’m not just a call away, I’m sorry to everyone I failed.” You finally sobbed, the hand you had left was covered in blisters and burns, but you had only barely noticed. Suddenly everything was dark, and the feeling of absolutely nothing engulfed your whole body.

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“You’re…alive.” His hand reached out to you, covered in mud and blood, his dark hair wild and splayed across his head, like a dark halo.

“You’re alive.” You breathed back, trying desperately to reach over with your other hand. You were so tired, every bone and fiber in your being filled with lead, the energy sapped out of you. There was screaming, sounds of crying and yelling surrounding you in every corner. But none it mattered, all that mattered was who was in front of you.

Shouta Aizawa.

“Not even death himself could reap me. Not without you.” He laughed softly, tears filling his dark eyes, falling down his pale cheeks. You laughed wetly with him, pain choking you off. Still, that didn’t stop the pure bliss that filled you.

“You know, I used to think you hated me. And for a little, I hated you as well.” You admitted, trying to scoot closer to him. The hard cold ground made it hard, dirt and rocks digging into your delicate body.

Shouta shook his head, trying to scoot closer to you too.

“No, I never hated you. I knew the moment I met you, that you’d be the biggest pain in my ass.” You brought one shaky hand up to brush through your hair, fingers gently caressing your sweaty and bloodied face. He paid no mind to your black eye, or the cuts and scrapes littered across your face.

“I knew from the moment I met you, that I would love you.” Shouta admitted, eyes never faltering from yours. Finally, his hand met yours, interlocking your fingers as you both had wormed each other into one another's lives. Palms touching, ignoring the sting of pain and blood that emerged from the touch. You sobbed out a laugh, and he did too, uncaring of who saw you two. Shouta let out a real, belly aching laugh, dissolving into sniffles. How you made him so weak, he’d never know. Not even the highest ends of Nomu’s could do that, but you?

Anything.

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no body talk to me,, im so upset,,MY BABAYYYYY WAHHGHGHGGH

anyways, i have a small thing for pt five imagined, but I'm gonna focus on other projects, more specifically try and finish two asks that have been rotting in my inbox,,oopsies,,but I'm literally so sad to know this is overrrrrr,,I lowkey struggled with the end, since I love canon and the ending isn't over yet, but the idea of aizawa dying literally rips my heart open so I'm gonna pretend he literally can't

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sillyunknownkitkat · 5 months

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Bnha/mha Masterlist

❤️ Fluff

🩵 Angst

💜 Suggestive/nsfw

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Tokoyami Fumikage x bubbly goth reader headcanons ❤️

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colourstreakgryffin · 10 months

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Thunder and Hugs; NejiTama Fluffshot

(Just wanted to write about my favourite Boku No Hero Academia/My Hero Academia ship, please don’t judge me or eat me alive)

Nejire whines softly under her breath, holding a mug of piping hot cocoa to her chest as her lengthy periwinkle hair wrapped around her waist firmly like cuddling arms. She hadn’t even been bothered to fix herself up, she felt like iron dumbbells were attached to each limb, it was suffocating

Nejire has been awake for a whole 106 minutes after being woken up by thunder. She can’t go back to sleep and it’s frustrating! Fear shot through her bloodstream at the sound of thunder crackling at random points each and everytime.

The beloved hot cocoa had most definitely spilled little puddles on the carpeted floor more than once, thankfully, not on the couch nor her beloved PJs!

Despite her brand new proposed position, a recognised student with the potential of becoming a highly talented persona in U.A. Only after a few days and she had won this title a lot quicker than she suspected! Even with her otherworldly strength, she had quite the childish fear she felt so embarrassed to merely think about

A fear of thunder

Silence overwhelmed her, slightly relieving her tense muscles. What would she have given for the thunder to disappear! Her heavy head slowly laid down on the cushioned armrest and eyes fluttered in a fight to stay open

Nejire, moments after silence and exhaustion taking over, suddenly shot up in fear from her dozing-off state, almost screaming outloud as she bit down on her bottom lip to prevent herself from waking up all the other first-years who were peacefully sleeping

Every a new strike of the mighty thunder violated her rather sensitive ears and made her body shook intensely. Her hands abandoned the reach for the hot cocoa and tightly clutched the cute cat plush in her lap instead

Her knees rose to met the back of the plush then her bundled body fell on the cushion in a side drop. She didn’t know how to get rid of her fear, she only knew she could wait through the rounds. Despite how tired she is, she tried her best to beat the fear so it didn’t beat her. Looking around the magnificent dorm building in hopes her heart will go back to regular speed

Down one of the many moonlight-lightened hallways, Tamaki yawned a soft kitten yawn, stretching out his arms with sleep still ingrained within his senses

He was exhausted but plagued with a classic case of inability to sleep after waking up all so randomly. Deciding to get up, Tamaki walked over to the dorm’s kitchen fridge with his eyes shut, opening the appliance slowly and fishing out the half-empty milk carton

A warm glass of milk sounds like a good idea to help put himself back to sleep. He did need a plentiful amount of sleep, a important assembly was to take place early in the morning the next day. Opening two of the spacious bottom cupboard of the dorm room’s big kitchen, he craned out a tall glass and placed it with a light clink on the counter

Tamaki carefully filled up the glass, watching the thick snowy liquid rise up high and high until the flat sheet merely shimmed against the edges of the glass’s rim. Turning around on a heel spin, he lazily threw open the fridge door, placed the carton back with little care and shut it as he twirled back to where his glass sat

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH

Tamaki leapt upwards in surprise of the horrified blaring scream his skin jolting for the skies. His hands crumbled into tight fists defensively, not knocking the just filled glass over. His instincts reacted quicker to prevent himself from making a mess he’d knew would be a hell to clean up

Who… who screamed? Is there somebody in danger? What happened? So many questions ran through his mind as he slowly, with his hands grazing the marble counter, manoeuvred around it to locate where the scream came from

Tamaki’s senses kicked into fight mode when he heard sobbing. Gentle feminine-like sobbing, it sounded helpless and scared. Somebody was in danger here, he was certain of it. He ran a hand down his side to his pyjama pant pocket for the packet Takoyaki he had prepared for any emergency

Yanking out the Takoyaki and stifling the noise of crinkling and ripping, the open tear let Tamaki fish out the food piece and swallow the small round ball down in one whole gulp. He may have to fight a villain, if the crying he hears belongs to a victim

Tamaki thought out what may be happening as he slowly walked up to the back of the comfy couch, not wanting to scare whoever may be there. The sound of the same sobbing hugged his ears and his heart dropped in empathy

Did a victim of a villain find their way into U.A? His question was answered when he noticed the visible colour of periwinkle blue from behind the tall back cushions

Nejire whined, covering her soaked red face and tired, sore eyes with her hands. Tamaki’s eyes blinged, he recognised her in a instant. The new girl with a quirk so unbelievably impressive, she was shot into potentially a extremely skilled student after a single training session! Sure, he and Mirio were the same but it still impressed him

She is not okay… what… should he ask her what’s wrong?

“Are… are you… okay?” Tamaki asked in a shy stutter, his voice soft but noticeable enough for her to hear, his hands tangled around each other behind his back as his head was lowered slightly. Thankfully, the thunder was silent so her shoulders jolted to sign that she heard him

Tamaki knew he couldn’t ignore the poor girl, he had to help her. Even if he felt far too nervous or unskilled enough to fix the issue, he’d be a cruel monster to leave her to deal with whatever issue that’s bothering her on her own

Sure, he did just waste his emergency Takoyaki but at this rate, he didn’t mind. A fellow student needed his help so he was happy to oblige in the best way he could

Nejire eventually lifted her head again after seconds of deep consideration, her hands raking off her cheeks as her glassy eyes glimmered in wonder at the person before her. Like a angel had just blessed her vision

The timid friend Togata-san had with him! He has a really cool quirk of big food accessories from what she seen! Nejire said to herself as she forced out a smile, stuffing the cat plush into the gap of the cushion and her hip. She didn’t want to seem helpless or weak, why should she worry somebody else with her own issue?

“O-of course! Sorry, I accidentally h-hit my foot, I’m okay!” Nejire lightly stuttered, hoping she sounded optimistic enough as she kept herself smiling and rubbed a spot in her foot as to fake trying to ease pain. Though, the hope to act out her stability crumbled on the spot when a very loud bang of thunder erupted, causing Nejire to scream quickly in pure shaken fear

Tamaki‘s brief surprise faded into a soft smile as his heart drowned in raw empathy. He had the same fear of thunder back as a child. Mirio helped him quite a lot to get over it but that doesn’t mean the thunder still isn’t as intimidating. He related to the fear very much, it disturbed his sleep more times then he can count

Tamaki took a deep breath after snapping free of his thoughts, his cheeks burning red in nervousness. This situation would be different if it was anybody else but it had to be the new beautiful girl? Tamaki didn’t have the gut to even look at the known pretty 1st year girls. How could he possibly comfort this one?!

Nejire whimpered outloud as the thunder died down in a long dragged out pace, pressing that rather colourful couch cushions into her face again to stifle her crying. She hated this so much, she was so tired. All she wanted was to be able to go back to sleep without being awoken by annoying scary noises!

Tamaki knew in that moment he had to help Nejire with the teachings Mirio gave him. How to get over the thunder quicker. Running a hand down his wrist from behind his built back, he pinched the skin to try ease himself and prepare. Nejire was occupied with trying to pcontrol her violently beating heart and growing whines that she gasped surprised at the feeling of the couch dipping with extra weight

Nejire lifted herself up from the couch, fingers splitting apart to look through the gap. She was curious to know what Tamaki had planned to do now. Though, she was quite shocked that he was able to talk to her, he seemed so shy that he hid away from her when she first met Mirio

“M-may… may I help?” Tamaki asked another question, shuffling closer very slightly as his heart went wild. Nejire was more than beautiful and it was kinda distracting to a point, his voice trailed as he examined her face. Smooth clean skin, big sparkling blue eyes, prominent long lashes and plump lips. This girl has model-level looks, it added another good quality to her already impressive resume

Tamaki swore his face exploded when her rosy lips curled into a gentle smile directed at him and her eyes glittered. “I-I’d love that b-but how?” Nejire asked in a bit more enthusiastic tone, pulling out her infamous cat plush and pressing it to her bust with her arms squeezing it in a snuggle trap. The one-sided hug helped make her feel a bit safer

“Mirio taught me the best way to get over the Thunder is to distract yourself, it won’t be so scary if you don’t focus on it. That’s what makes it so scary, waiting and waiting puts pressure and the suspense leaves you terrified when the strike does arrive” Nejire’s frightened heart flipped, her cheeks flamed in pleasure. She was very flattered at the young man’s consideration and her hands resisted the urge to cover her warm cheeks

Sure, lots of guys had approached her on her first day, though, most were hitting on her. For once, a guy who seemed to genuinely care for her and not see her as just a pretty face or a hot body. She couldn’t be more thankful as she bounced up to her knees and smiled genuinely

“That can work! What do you think we can do? A game? I have—“

Nejire screamed louder at the most powerful thunder strike so far, leaping at Tamaki and clinging onto his built torso. Tamaki, on the other hand, almost flung out of his skin a second time at the feeling of the young woman’s more dainty arms wrap around his waist and her breasts push against his sheathed abs

Her worried eyes locked over the open window, battered with heavy rain and light flashes of lightning blue fading into the pitch black night. This was simply the worst night for her ever, in her whole life!

Nejire stuffs her face into his shoulder with a annoyed saddened whine. “It’s so loud” Her words was muffled but Tamaki knew exactly what she said

Tamaki’s hands trembled intensely, could he…? He wouldn’t get in trouble for it, would he? After almost a whole minute of deep rushing consideration, he wrapped his arms around her back

Nejire was definitely surprised by the sudden touch but melted into the warmth, his built arms were soft and big, she gently untangled her arms and pulled them up to lay on his chest, face buried in his built torso. She absolutely loves hugs

“Thank you…” Nejire expressed her gratitude in a gentle voice that was muffled, she hopped over his thigh so she was sat inbetween Tamaki’s legs, she felt much more comfortable in this position

Tamaki blushed so heavy, he was certain all his blood was beating against his cheeks. His fingers drew meaningless patterns on her back, her long periwinkle blue hair wrapped around his forearm as if it was sentient

Her occasional sniffs died out as minutes stretched out. Her breathing was very gentle and her clutched fists loosened from it’s slightly tight squeeze. A new sudden strike of thunder bashed against the window but Nejire didn’t jump this time, she was falling asleep and tuned it out. All it took was a hug from a kind person she knew she liked to let go of her fear for once

Tamaki sighed in a mix of relief and anxiety, leaning his head back to start controlling his frantic heart but his eyes widened in shock at what stood behind them. Mirio smiled cheerfully, head hung forward to met eyes with his childhood best friend, his arms laid crossed on the back of the couch. The taller man smile grew bigger with pride, and joy lacing his expression

“Hello, ladiesman!” Mirio smirked in a slightly teasing sense, voice ever so softer than usual as Tamaki’s face burned strawberry red in embarrassment, his legs almost curled up to hide his face but he prevented the instincts so he didn’t wake up Nejire. Of course he had to get caught hugging the new girl by his best friend, who loved to push buttons

“I-I… n-no… I!” Tamaki stuttered helplessly, his hands rubbing a now sleeping Nejire’s head, he didn’t want to let go of her. She was having a wonderful sleep from how soft her breathing is and how her pretty eyelashes rested on her rosy cheeks

“It’s fine, Tama! I know that you like her! I won’t tell anybody!” Mirio cheered, covering his lips with his pointer and winked playfully. Tamaki sighed in defeat, craning his head back down to look at the cute, peacefully sleeping Nejire as he thought intently

This will be quite the hellish night

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sannasruins · 11 months

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blue haired girl

hado nejire x reader

warnings: growing apart, unrequited feelings, abandonment, non-descriptive self-harm, lesbians (the horror!)

a/n: there's a bit of time skipping in this, so i’ve labeled things as their verses in the songs and the years (1, 2, and 3A) + semesters of high school they took place in. is nejire adhd/autistic coded? i cant tell, maybe its because i see the way she is as my normal (adhd) that i cant tell. i'm basing her personality strongly off the wiki bc she really hasn't had that much air time.

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inspired by and based on tv girl's- blue hair

Verse 1 - First Semester 1A

You and Nejire met on your first day of high school, class 1A. Both of you had quirks that were more powerful than the rest of the girls in your class, assuming that the two of you thought that you were superior to them and were already looking down on them, they took initiative and distanced themselves from you at the start. This left the two of you with only two options, have no friends, be a lonely outcast for the foreseeable future, or become friends. Obviously, it was an easy choice, and it was nice that the two of you got along well, and probably would have become friends even if you weren’t put in that unfortunate social situation.

She was a blunt girl, not really knowing when it was the appropriate time, if at all, to say something that she wanted to say. She often ended up saying things that were accidentally hurtful, though if you let her know, she would instantly feel remorseful and apologize incessantly. She wasn’t always sure how to make a joke, often her attempts falling flat, but she was bright, and cheery, and had so much knowledge that she longed to share. You couldn’t help but find yourself smiling at her as you listened to her ramble about the newest thing, she learned that week on national geographic.

One day, in the middle of your first year, she asked you how to be funny. You were taken aback, and asked her back, “you think I’m funny?” She nodded with a small smile.

You contemplated on how you should respond to her difficultly abstract question, “I don’t think that’s something you can teach.”

She looked down, her smile falling off her face sent a pang of guilt to your heart. You quickly tried to backtrack, “I think you’re funny though Hado! You’re constantly making me smile and laugh!”. Her eyes met yours, a furrow forming on her brow, you stammered on, “Maybe not everyone thinks you’re funny, but I think that’s true for everyone! You just got to find the people that do think you’re funny and like being around you… like me.” You held eye contact with her despite the bright flush that made its way to your cheeks, ask if you were trying to transfer your conviction over to her. She brushed off your almost confession with a giggle and a change of topic.

Chorus 1- Second Semester 2A

As you both aged, Nejire started to get more notice than you. Not that you were jealous, you being too enamored with her to care, no, you were just happy that she was getting the recognition you thought she so obviously deserved. It did sting though, when she would turn down your invitations for afterschool dates poorly vailed by you as hangouts. She needed to train though, she would say, and dismiss you with a “next time, okay y/n?”

Sometimes as you left the school building on your way home you would take the long way, past the training fields to watch her for a little bit, training with two boys from your class. You wondered why she didn’t ask you to train with her, to help her. You would never ask though, far too afraid of the answer that seemed to be pulling at the hem of your shirt, demanding your attention. She’s just focusing on training, it’s not like she suddenly stopped liking you. It’s not like she wanted to stop being your friend. It’s not like she was purposely ignoring you. Right?

Verse 2- Third Semester 1A

The two of you were sitting in a cafe after school, one that Nejire had shown you a picture of on Pinterest and said the two of you had to go for their cute specialty foods. You had gotten a parfait, the cream on top having been manipulated into the shape of a cat, Nejire got a jasmine tea latte, the art in the foam had her swooning and whipping out her phone to snap pictures of it in multiple angles as she told you about her Pinterest page’s aesthetic, you listened along, slightly confused at the idea of people posting on Pinterest like it was a social media but not questioning it. After she had taken enough pictures of both her and your orders, the two of you started on your treats, she took a long sip from her latte and when she placed it back down on the table, she had suddenly grown a distinguished mustache made of foam. It made you smile so hard your cheeks hurt, trying to keep your laugher a courteous volume to the other patrons was exceedingly difficult as she didn’t seem to notice her new facial accessory and was looking at you very confused. In spite of your shakes of laughter you managed to raise a shaky hand to point at your upper lip, signaling to her what you had found so funny. She raised a finger to her top lip, touching the foam and then pulled it back to see what was on her face. Realizing what she had done, her face blushed a warm pink as she quickly grabbed her napkin to wipe it away. You had finally calmed down and noticed that she had missed a little bit on the far edge.

“Nejire, you still have some,” you told her and pointed on yourself where it was on her, picked the napkin back up and scrubbed at her face, but on the wrong side.

“No, other side,” you specified. She again rubbed at her face with the now crumpled napkin but somehow still managed to miss the small smudge of foamed milk.

Not thinking, you rose and leaned across the table, before wiping the white away with your thumb. You sat back down, and without a thought in your head, licked it off of your thumb.

You noticed her face flush, even more than before, now a hot red; you realized the suggestiveness of what you had just done, and at the same time, felt an explosion of butterflies manifest themselves into your gut.

She tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, looking down with a slight smile on her face, and you reddened.

The two of you sat in silence for a while before she broke it.

“Do you think I’m pretty?”

You didn’t think before you responded.

“Yes.” You hesitated and then added on, “I think you’re really beautiful.”

The two of you fell back into silence.

The purgatory of not knowing how the two of you felt about each other was horrible, but the fear of rejection, not just of a confession but of you as a person, rejecting your identity, kept you in your place.

There really was no winning.

Chorus 2- First Semester 3A

It hurt, seeing her every day, but not being able to talk to her about anything and everything in the way that you had grown used to. She was part of the big 3 now, she was revered by everyone now, she was strong and kind and smart and now they were all seeing what you had from the start. It was selfish of you, you knew, but you wish they hadn't noticed.

She wasn’t being purposefully cruel in her withdrawal from you, she wasn’t doing it to be mean, she had just forgotten, she had just been stretched too thin and something had to go. It was still mean though, and it was still cruel.

You felt the loneliest now, so much so it was almost incomparable. Your days now spent in silence, and slowly falling into the motions. School, train, sleep, school, train, sleep, school, train, sleep. With nothing to break the monotony, life became dull, and you were sinking into a different kind of blue, not the blue of an eye like you did when you first saw Hado Nejire, but into the blue of the mind, getting darker, muddier, harder to see what’s in front of you.

You became more reckless, not in retaliation but due to a slow building and concerning lack of self-preservation. Often throwing yourself into dangerous positions with villains, jumping solo into fights, you had no probability of winning alone, asking for more and more hours at your internship. It kept it at bay for a little while, the numbness, but as with most things, it did not last. You feared you were slowly but surely becoming a shell of your former self.

You needed something more, you needed to keep yourself feeling, needed to keep yourself human, needed to keep yourself. So, you resorted to means you probably shouldn’t have. Flame, blade, burns, blood. You knew it wasn’t healthy, but it was something.

On an especially hot September day it was odd to see students wearing their long-sleeved winter uniforms, but not enough to raise many questions. One girl asked, “Aren’t you hot?”, but you brushed it off, explaining that you just ran cold. A bold-faced lie to anyone who knew you, but none of them did.

As you were working on your lesson book, Hado Nejire walked past your desk on her way to the front of the room, glancing down at you, maybe out of habit, she got a glance of lines of damaged skin, some already faded, but many varying degrees of red. She faltered in her step, double taking, confused as to what she was seeing. Not wanting to cause a scene in class or be caught staring, she almost seamlessly continued walking, and if one hadn’t been watching her, they wouldn’t have noticed her split second reel.

She stopped you by the door after class, and when you tried to scoot by her, thinking she wasn’t aware she was in the doorway, she blocked its entirety with her body, staring you down. She grabbed you by the hand and led you to an unused stairwell as you stumbled behind her hastened pace. You didn’t notice it at the time, but she was especially careful when grabbing you, fearing that she would take hold somewhere that would cause you pain, fearing to reopen possible wounds.

There was a furrow in your brow as you looked at her, wordlessly questioned why she had dragged you there. She turned your arm over, her hand still holding yours, and gently raised your crisp white sleeve, a gasp of dismay escaping her lips as her eyes raked over your battered arm. She dropped your hand only to quickly grab your other one, pulling the sleeve of that arm up too. You were watching her face as she grit her teeth at the sight, her eyebrows pushed into an expression you didn’t know, one you had never seen before even after all the years you had known her. Her head turned and her eyes met yours, weirdly, you thought, they were filled with tears.

“Why?”

This pushed some button you did not know you had, and an unexpected, hot rage filled you.

“What do you mean, Hado?” you did not spit her name, but she flinched as if it was filled with venom.

“Y/n…” she trailed off. You remained silent, seething.

“This isn’t like you, why would you do this?”

You didn’t answer her for a long time before sighing, “You wouldn’t know Hado, you haven’t spoke to me in well over 5 months.”

“I’m sorry, I-” her words almost a whimper, but you interrupted her.

“Please, don’t. I don’t think I can stomach it Hado, I think, whatever you’re going to say next, will only make things worse.”

She clamped her mouth shut, her lips in a pale line, and nodded tearfully, before choking out an “okay”.

Things didn’t change much after that, though she was more watchful of you, you could, at times, feel her eyes boring into you from across the classroom or training halls and fields, and you started feeling a little different, slowing down in your efforts to drive away the numbness, as the numbness seemed to seep away from you. Less and less, you found yourself feeling as if there was nowhere else to go with a knife in your grasp.

You also no longer prayed that she would make time for you, disillusioning yourself, and realizing that she was not perfect, though feelings as strong as yours don’t just simply disappear due to disillusionment.

Verse 3- Third Semester 3A

Her hair had been burnt off, now in a blunt bob, and what once had been marred and blistered skin was now just slightly tinged pink. It still hurt you to see though, quietly observing. She was different now, bolder, more self-assured, Maybe, you mused, something had been burnt off along with her hair. You were different now too though, you were better. You had sought counseling, speaking to the trusted hero you were interning under, and they helped you find and utilize resources to mitigate your mental health. You felt lighter, you were still lonely, but you were now a little bit more at peace with your solitude, and less afraid to put yourself out there, slowly becoming friends with the sidekicks at your internship who were just a couple years your senior.

Chorus 3- After Graduation

Sometimes you would see her on TVs in coffee shops, or in ads in magazines, though if you looked you could find yourself too, maybe not as often, but still there. Both of you were making a name for yourselves in the hero world.

You had started dating a pretty sidekick from your agency, she was one of the first people you had befriended when you started putting in the effort to get better, she had been there for you through many bad nights, and many more good ones. You really, truly loved her. And yes, sometimes you would miss your first love, but not in a way of current longing, but for a past. You would never leave your girlfriend though, even if you got the chance to go back, even if they told you everything would turn out the way you had begged and hoped and dreamt. Those were no longer your dreams.

It was in line at a coffee shop that you ran into her. She looked nice, more mature, gracefully slipping into her early 20’s, face less youthful, but still bright with a smile.

The two of you chatted as you waited for your orders to be taken, and continued afterwards, as you waited for them to be made.

She was direct in her flirting, touching your arm, complementing you, laughing a little too much at things that weren’t that funny. You did not reciprocate. 5 years ago, if she had been doing what she was doing now, you would have been over the moon, indescribably happy, but now, you didn’t feel much of anything at all. You were flattered, maybe a bit annoyed, but the feelings were so watered down, so muted that you could barely describe them as anything. You were happy to talk to an old friend though.

“We should hang out some time,” she told you after your orders had been picked up from the counter and the two of you started towards the front doors, “go on a little afterschool date like we used to.” She smiled and winked.

You politely smiled back at her and opened your mouth to reply, when your phone started going off, the ring tone you had affectionately assigned to your girlfriend, playing.

“Oh, sorry it’s my girlfriend, let me answer real quick,” not waiting for a response from Nejire, you picked up the phone.

“Hey love, what’s up?” You inquired through the phone.

“Are you almost home yet?”

“Yeah, I just picked up your coffee from the coffee place two blocks down.”

“Oh yay! Thank you baby, see you soon, I love you.”

“I love you too.”

You ended the call and turned towards Nejire apologetically, “Sorry about that!”

You exited the shop, Nejire holding the door open for you, and stood next to her on the sidewalk, close to the building and out of the way.

“Oh!” you realized you hadn’t answered her question yet, “yeah, it would be nice to hang out and catch up.” This time, hangout had no hidden meanings or crossed fingers. It was purely platonic. “I miss you,” she confessed. Your eyebrows shot up in surprise, you were really never expecting her to say that.

“I guess things ended up differently, not the way I wanted I mean.” she clarified. “It’s hard seeing you in the news, or in my fashion magazines, but not being able to see you in person anymore. I just… miss you a lot y/n, even though you’ve not gone anywhere.”

You hmm and nod, “you’re right, I haven’t gone anywhere. That was you, Hado Nejire. I’m proud of you, you're becoming a great hero.” You smiled at her softly. She stood, unmoving, looking at you, maybe waiting for something more, but you were no longer the person who would be able to provide that.

“Well, I need to get going before all this ice melts,” you shook the iced coffee in your hands, “or my girlfriend will have my head.”

“Oh, uh, okay” she stammered.

“Message me! My numbers still the same, if you still have it. You could meet my girlfriend too, I think you’d like her, she’s amazing.”

Nejire nodded, watching your figure as you walked away, bitter jealousy and remorse making their home in her sour stomach.

Hi! I know it may seem like I am romanticizing self-harm in this but I promise I am not. As it is something I have struggled with for many years I am just reflecting my own struggles and thoughts, and trying to represent a mental illness as what it is. That doesn't mean it is something you should do, and if you struggle with it and are tempted after reading, here are some healthier alternatives. Please do not hurt yourselves, lovelies.

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parkerthewaterbender · 2 years

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So... Half moth/butterfly/dragonfly! Reader...

Who is graceful, agile and fast. They aren’t strong, but their speed is known in all of japan. They are a students at UA and is classmates with the Big three.When Y/N first met them, Mirio and Nejire were curious and obviously bombarded them with questions... while Amajiki looked at them with awe.

Tamaki always liked, no, loved butterflies and seeing the delicate beauty Y/N holds while being a complete kickass of a person made tamaki flustered.

Whenever he was near them, his face became a not-so-subtle shade of cherry red, his heartbeat jumped like a grasshopper yet his heart was flooded with a warmth he couldn’t get rid of so easily. Yet his infatuation with you remained a secret to you, no matter how obvious it seemed.

Mirio at this point, saw months fly by but his dear friend never acted upon his thoughts of admiration for you. He wanted his friend to be happy- so happy in fact, he just had enough of him holding back his confession. Nejire was also getting kinda grumpy about him not dating you... she also knew Y/N had a crush on Amajiki and with Mirio they set you up o a date in the nearest botanic gardens that afternoon.

When they saw you holding hands the next day in the school halls, the two almost screamed from joy.

#tamaki amajiki #tamaki amajiki x reader #tamaki x reader #mha mirio #my hero academia #my hero academy fanfiction #my hero imagines #boku no hero au #boku no hero academia #boku no hero fic #boku no hero imagines #the big three #nejire hado #tamaki headcanons #y/n

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phantomstatistician · 1 year

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Fandom: My Hero Academia

Character: Nejire Hado

Sample Size: 784 stories

Source: AO3

#nejire hado #izuku midoriya #tamaki amajiki #yuyu haya #mirio togata #ochaco uraraka #ryuko tatsuma #shoto torodoki #mina ashido #natsuo todoroki #eijiro kirishima #my hero academia #mha #boku no hero academia #bnha #fanfiction #ao3 #statistics #phantom statistician

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pumpkinspiceshiplover · 6 months

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My Hero Academia fanfic idea 💡 👏 😍

The Big 3 (Mirio,Tamaki,Nejire)

reminse on their first year as UA students

(I might just Low-Key write this and publish it)

#have a good day #original #mha #headcaons #scenario #mirio togata #nejire hado #tamaki amajiki #past #fanfiction #writing ideas #the big 3 #my hero academia #boku no hero academia

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tonberry-yoda · 2 years

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(platonic) headcanons for nejire with a younger sister in 1-a? just in general, what kind of older sibling would she be like?

this feels like such a cute + wholesome sibling dynamic hehe. nejire has a ton of older sibling vibes already tbh so this seemed really cute to me!!

tysm! ♡♡♡

omg this is so flippin cute! thank you so much for requesting anon!!! i love nejire, so her as an older sibling would be so cuuutee! thanks again and have a great day!! <333

Nejire Hado as an older sister headcanons

Warnings - none!

Notes - THIS WAS SO MUCH FUN TO WRITE! she would be such a good big sis. thank you so so so so much for requesting and i hope you have an amazing day anon!!! <333

And don’t forget, REQUESTS ARE OPEN! So if you want to request any writing, please don’t hesitate to ask, but please read my pinned post before requesting! Please enjoy!! Don’t forget to stay hydrated! <3

she would be the best big sister on god on god

i mean, she's basically the big sister of the big three, so she's already got it in the bag

first of all, i think she would love to dress up with her little sister

she doesnt care if she doesnt like wearing dresses, she will dress her up anyway

nejire is SUPER overprotective tho

her sister may have a powerful quirk, but that does not mean she will take a bullet for her and do anything to protect her from harm

she would buy her sister coffee CONSTANTLY

will literally show up to her homeroom and interrupt Aizawa just to hand her a starbucks lmaoooo

she would let her hang out with mirio and tamaki and it would always be a good time

she would train you and be the best at it. she would take her to certain areas of the school that she doesnt know yet and just train her teaching her new tricks and it makes both of them so much stronger

she would help her with any relationship issue and if she's into boys, she would just reply "men are trash" while doing her lipstick like the icon she is

if her sister is having insecurity issues, nejire is on it. self care day immediately! she would be her hype man, telling her how beautiful she is

she would overall just be an amazing big sis

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pheonix358 · 1 year

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Ok very important kinda

I really want to read a decent fanfic of Q meeting MHA in like a maybe the have a idk but Class- 1a comes across Q and realize how traumatized he is maybe sees some injuries idk and then see Mori or a Port mafia executive come along to get him and put him back in solitary confinement and they tell him that that's what they're going to do so Kirishima and Tamaki are like what the hell so they tell the pros who then look at security cameras that just so happen to be facing where it happened and see who Q is and who came to get him. They conduct research and find out that they're part of the PM which they're like well idc what's happening this kid who we luckily have files on is thirteen and he's apparently been in the Port Mafia since he was six and they can't find anything on him other than his name, birthday, family, and the age he went missing which is when they believe he was forced into joining the port mafia. So they go onto a mission and rescue him from the PM, they lose the battle but still manage to technically kidnap Q. They bring Q to a hospital where he has a panic attack caused by undisclosed trauma relating to hospitals/doctors caused by Mori. He goes through the process of healing which includes bandaging wounds, removing the blades taped to his skin used to cause harm to him and those who touch him. While he's in healing he meets Eri and the rest of class-1a and the big three. He eventually gets fostered by Aizawa and Present Mic and joins there little family and has some fun with class 1a. While hanging out in the park or something with 1a Mori finds them.

Or or or

Nejire and Momo are related to either Q or Mori (ew) and babysit Q often.

One day when Mori asks if Momo could babysit Q overnight and we'll into the next day Momo has to ask permission for Q to spend sometime with them at the dorms and Aizawa says 'ok'

Momo gathers everyone including Aizawa into the living room and tells them about how Q hates being touched, specifically there arms, doesn't like it when people touch there doll, despises hospitals, doctors, needles, and has a fear of being alone. Momo tells them that Q is very religious but doesn't talk about it much, Momo tells them about Q's likings and how they were kidnapped recently but gives no other details.

All of those worry Aizawa.

Q spends time with 1a and gets to know them, they (most of them) take a liking to Q.

Mori and Elise come to pick up Q from the park they dropped Q of at. Elise whispers something in Q's ear that clearly scares them and when Mori puts his hand on Q's shoulder they see them flinch.

They noticed that when Mori picked up Q, Q's personality changed a fair bit from a normal yet slightly sadistic kid to a shell of who they got to know, Q becomes shy, quiet, obedient, and scared.

Class 1a and Aizawa try to question Momo and Nejire about this changes but get told nothing.

I do headcannon as Q as non-binary.

Idk what happens next I just really want to read something that happens like this but I don't think I'm a good enough writer to write it successfully.

#bsd q #yumeno kyusaku #momo yaoyorozu #my hero academy fanfiction #mha #mha nejire #nejire hado #mori bsd #tw mori #momo mha #port mafia

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mitsua · 2 years

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Warnings : Bad grammar and spelling mistakes

Genre : Fluff

Serie : 𝐁𝐨𝐤𝐮 𝐍𝐨 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐨 𝐀𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐚

Y / n 's . . . GN !

BNHA CHARACTERS REACT:

Their S/o inviting them to go to what it'd be their first concert.

🪼 : Please don't hate on me because I'm actually the one who's never gone to a concert... there's where the idea came from, am I proud about it ? Not even a little.

You've told him your favorite band/singer once.

It's not because he didn't like their music, of course not; it was more like you didn't want to talk about it since you've been wanting to go to one of their concerts at least once in your life but have never gotten the chance.

You never really mentioned what you wanted to do.

It was just one little mistake from Jirou that took himself to notice why didn't you play music while being with him or even anywhere with people.

It was just a little mistake that took him to buy both of you tickets for each concert in the country they'd have this year.

" Hey Y/n, did you get that figure from (favorite band/singer) you wanted so much ?" -Jirou asked innocently while you were playing with your phone at the couch in the common rooms, Shoto next to you reading some news at his phone as well.

You turned to look at her as fast as you could with a shocked face, not really knowing how to reply since; first: you didn't get it, sadly, second: you've agreed with her to talk about music when being alone.

" Everyone got their reasons for each action or decision they took " that'show you excused yourself that first time talking about music with her.

" I-I mean, how are you guys doing ?" she changed the subject quickly, but Shoto of course noticed her slightly scared face from looking at yours, which he couldn't since yours was turned at her.

You've been wanting to buy a new figure ? now that he thinks about it, yes, he's seen some special or limited edition packed things in your room in a super secluded area inside a cabinet.

So he proposed himself to get know a little more about them, and maybe one day subtly ask you to know how much a fan are you or if you've gone to a concert.

Yes, concerts, loud music, many people singing, blinding lights, dancing or anything that had to do with expressing yourself through some kind of art has never been his forte. You knew it too, that's why even having this year the opportunity to attend to one of ( favorite band/singer )'s concert you didn't even considered it as an option.

Lying to yourself saying there's not enough time for studying if you so wanted to go.

That's also why you never expected him to invite you to their concert.

" Y/n, do you want to go to a concert with me ?" he asked as bluntly as ever. One week before the special date.

Your eyes lighted up along with excitement and shock. Have you made obvious about not ever going to a concert ? Why so sudden ? Is it coincidence it's this close to ( favorite band/singer )'s concert ?

You stared at him maybe a little to much. " Y/n ?" he kept looking deeply in your eyes to search any hint of happiness to know if that's what you've been really wanting to do.

Tilting his head a little to the right, he seemed like a confused kitten right now.

Focusing on the main question again, you answered " Y-Yes! which band or singer ?!" you asked back, your mind going wild with thougths of it being your lovely ( band/singer ).

" U-Uhm I guess you know them too, you talked about it when we started dating and even Jirou asked if you got the opportunity to buy a figure of them... " he couldn't remember the name of the band at the right moment since watching as your face turned as bright as the sun caught him off of guard.

" ( FAVORITE BAND/ SINGER ) ?!" you exclaimed standing up from your bed, grabbing his hands with an unimaginable delicacy compared to how you were expressing yourself.

He couldn't hide the little smile from his face at your excited one " Yes, I thought you'd like to go " " Of course !".

" Perfect, because I wasn't going to take no for an answer ".

He notices when your mood drops.

So when he saw a little pout on your face while you were watching some news in your phone, he knew something was going on with you. And decided to ask without further ado.

" What's wrong my lovor ?!" ( 🪼 : Don't mind me, I just came up with the idea of mixin the word: love and: amor ( love in Spanish ) = lovor... sounds just like you pronounce lover ) he said with his characteristic and beatiful smile and a little frown meaning he was confused at your sudden change of behaviour.

" Look at this... " you showed him the article you were reading, announcing ( favorite band/singer )'s concert in Japan for the following month but as his eyes read more, he found the price of the entrance tickets. Almost 50,000¥ each of them.

His eyes told you everything, he knew how much you loved ( favorite band/singer ) since he's a big fan himself too. Ever since the day you showed him which music you liked the most he was eager to hear more and talk about your likings or new songs from different genres, different languages and, who knows, maybe end up dancing some of them in one of your dorms.

After some silence, he finally came up with an idea.

But decided to hide it from you for a while until you caught him red-handed working at some shop to save money and pay those tickets for you.

" Sero! You shouldn't have done that... I know you like ( favorite band/singer ) but at least you would have let me help you " you said ashamed and flustered by Sero's pure actions.

" Well, fortunately, this was my last day here, since I've already saved enough for the tickets and maybe some more for ( favorite band/singer )'s signed T-shirts which we can get at the same event ! Now, the important question, would you like to go with me ?"

She didn't notice right away, but when she did, oh my, she was all for it.

She started taking note from some odd behaviour you showed the last two months.

How long you spent talking and dancing some ( favorite band/singer )'s songs. Of course she loved it, and maybe even joined you for a couple of dances, but didn't take the hint.

You knew she wouldn't understand at first, but didn't want to just tell here to accompany you to the concert, which was 3 months after you started showing off more and more about it.

The clock was ticking and the date before the event was closer, Nejire still not knowing what was wrong with you.

It was only one night when you had invited her to come in your room to watch some movies at night, at the time she had arrived, you fell asleep leaving the door open.

She couldn't hold it, maybe she'd find what was bothering you, she started picking and observing many things at your dorm.

Until she accidentally dropped little-rectangular-paper forms, and with the bare light lighting that precious space of yours, she had to use some of her quirk to read what was written on them.

"( Favorite band/singer )'s concert at Japan, date, place, thanks for your purchase !" Signed by the same one( s ) that you were always so happy to hear, Nejire finally connected everything.

The following day, expect her to be pouting showing you the tickets she found searching for an explanation of why didn't you tell her sooner. But just as you tell her the reason, she'll be hugging you.

" Thank you my dear, but next time I'll be the one taking you to another concert, and don't be ashamed to invite me !" each word said smiling closing her eyes.

🪼 : I'm sad 😔 probably the next headcanon will be about them during the concert ? ... however, thank you so much for reading, you, my precious story ! ( I like to call you like this since I think about people being a different story, each one with their good and bad things, experiences and all of them being loved ( by me ) ).

Bored and wanna see some edits or mini stories 'bout BNHA characters? Follow my TikTok account! Not obligatory, but truly appreciated <3

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lunarmoonanons · 2 years

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Sixth Sense

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Quirk: Sixth Sense

YN has the ability to sense things that are about to happen. He does not see the future more like feel the future. If the future events are bright, YN will be at ease and sometimes joyful. If the future is dark, YN will get increasingly anxious before the event happens.

YN’s sixth sense can only go up to three days, anything after will be unclear. The sense is more exact if YN focuses on a specific event.

Male YN,

TW: gunshot wound

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‘In sixty seconds someone will try to rob this store.’ YN thought.

He stood in the farthest side of the corner store, trying to browse the chips section and keep a calm demeanor. Yesterday YN felt some sort of danger when passing by his favorite corner store, it only meant that someone would come to do something terrible. As the moment came closer and closer, YN understood what actions would happen.

Someone would rob the store. There would be a gun that would go off. A student with a strong quirk would try to subdue them. The robber would frantically shoot into the store…… YN would get a bullet in his shoulder.

YN had tried to tell the police this, but they didn’t want to hear it. If YN wasn’t able to definitely SEE the future then they couldn’t do anything. They wouldn’t do anything, and sent the boy out.

The middle schooler let out a shaky breath as he grabbed his favorite snack. With another look around the store, his eyes locked onto a student in a UA uniform. So that must be who would take down the robber.

‘15 more seconds.’

The door opened with a jingling bell. YN tried to get a peek at the new patron, they looked fidgety and were clearly holding a weapon in their jacket pocket. YN braced himself for the drama that was to unfold.

‘5… 4… 3… 2… 1’

The robber walked up to the cashier and pointed his gun at the worker. Screaming about handing over money and that everyone in the store was to go to the front of the store or he’d start firing. So YN and four others in the store reluctantly made their way to the front.

“Great. Great. Good. Now everyone is gonna empty out their wallets and hand over their jewelry. Or I might get a little more trigger happy. Understood?!” The robber frantically waved his weapon at the people, three of which started to comply.

YN turned his curly haired head to the UA student who stood next to him. She was taller than him by a few inches, with pretty periwinkle hair. The student turned to the younger boy, giving him a comforting squeeze on his shoulder. The comforting moment was cut short when the thief shot into the air. Making YN jump in fear.

“Didn’t you hear me?! I said hand it all over!”

“You need to calm down now. You’re gonna end up causing a bigger mess than intended.” The student slightly made her way to the robber, who then responded by pointing his weapon at YN. Even though YN knew what was gonna happen, he was still scared. He didn’t want to get hurt.

“Hurting a kid isn’t going to help you. You’ll get a worse sentence by doing that. Put the gun down. If you don’t think things through properly, things will get rough. Really rough.” She got closer and raised her hands.

Before the robber could attack her, the student let out the yellow-golden waves from her hands. The attack knocked the robber off his feet, giving one of the larger patrons the chance to get on top of the man and force him down. But before the larger man could get both of the thief’s arms behind his back the robber waved his weapon around once more. And let out a final shot.

YN was knocked back onto the floor. A burning pain ripped into his arm and he began hyperventilating. Another patron stomped the robber’s hand, as the student ran and knelt next to the middle schooler. YN sobbed as she cradled his head.

“Hey hey hey. It’s okay. You’ll be okay. He just got your shoulder so you’re not going to die.”

“I knew that it was going to happen.” YN sobbed and held her hand.

“You knew? Is that your quirk? You can see the future?”

“I can sense it. I can’t see it. No one wanted to listen. The police didn’t listen to me.” YN sobbed and babbled. Talking to her helped distract from the pain and he held her hand tightly. “Please keep talking to me. It hurts so much.”

“Okay, okay. My name is Nejire. What’s yours?”

“YN…”

So Nejire talked and talked. Nejire was naturally a very kind, talkative, and endlessly curious girl. She had a sweet smile and kind voice. While they waited for the police, she distracted the small boy in her arms from the pain.

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By the time the police came, an ambulance had also arrived and YN was being wheeled out on a stretcher to the ambulance. Nejire held his hand as they made their way to the vehicle. Passing by the officer that YN had spoken to about the robbery. Numbed from pain killers and feeling spiteful, YN snarked at the officer.

“I told you so.” YN spit at him, making Nejire slightly laugh.

When they placed YN in the vehicle, he leaned up to look at Nejire.

“Thank you.. Will you check on me? Please?”

She smiled and nodded. Promising him that she’d visit and make sure that he’d get a good recommendation for any school he’d want to go to.

As the doors closed and the ambulance drove away, Nejire took out her phone to Ryukyu. To explain what happened before the news did, and to suggest keeping an eye on a clairvoyant boy that would make a great hero.

The Sixth Sensing Hero.

#nejire hado #neijire hadou #nejire x reader #nejire x reader platonic #male!reader #male reader #mha #mha fanfiction #bnha #bnha nejire #Different Quirks

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silvfyre-writings · 2 years

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Aizawa Cares Pt. 15 (MHA Fanfic)

Note copied from AO3:

Now I love the dynamic's of the big three, Amajiki is my favorite of them all because I just relate so much to how anxious he is, especially in social situations. I wish there were more fanfics of him struggling with it honestly. But I guess that means I'll just have to write some myself!!!

I'd also like to say that I will now be moving to FORTNIGHTLY (that's every two weeks for those that don't know what fortnight means) chapter releases now. I'm doing this because I have original projects--and other fanfics--that I'd like to work on, but I find that I can't do that when I'm pumping out chapters every week. And I hope that the extra time means I can give you chapters of better quality. So that means the next chapter will come on the 4th of August.

And FINALLY, if you'd like to see me write something in particular, feel free to leave a comment requesting it. I can't guarantee anything, but I'm always happy to be given ideas for future chapters!

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Aizawa observed his class carefully as they trained their combat skills. He’d asked for the help of the ‘Big Three’ as they were known to the rest of the school, the three third years having gained skills from their internships that could benefit his students. Since he wasn’t their homeroom teacher, he hadn’t really interacted with them much over their time at UA, but his colleagues were always praising them so he’d followed their progress to some extent. Which was what led to him asking them to help out his class if they had time. He hadn’t expected his class to latch onto the three student’s and not let go.

“Are you going to go back out there?” Aizawa glanced at the curled-up figure beside him that was Amajiki. The kid had taken a single punch to the face which was all it had taken for the third year to lose any and all will to fight. He’d been trying to coax the kid into trying again, but to no such luck.

“No. I’m fine here. Thanks.” Amajiki’s voice was quiet, and the boy’s shoulders shook at the effort of speaking. Aizawa was glad that he hadn’t ended up as the kid’s homeroom teacher; he doubted Amajiki would’ve survived dealing with his own strict nature.

“Are you sure?” Aizawa pushed. “You can’t just give up after a single hit, especially since you’re going into hero work.”

“That’s different.” The boy protested, but didn’t elaborate. “Besides, Nejire and Mirio are better. They aren’t like me.”

Aizawa hummed, choosing to let the boy sit out whilst vowing to talk to Amajiki’s homeroom teacher to learn a bit more about the kid. Obviously, he was more than capable, or he wouldn’t have made it to his third year, but Amajiki’s timid nature had him a little concerned. Instead he turned his attention back towards his students, watching as the Togata worked with the close combat fighters of his class and Hado instructing the long range fighters.

As he was observing, Hado chose that moment in his direction. He caught the girl frowning and watched as she left his students with instructions and made her way over. “Oh Tamaki, you can’t be done already! We’re not even halfway through class yet!”

Aizawa hadn’t thought Amajiki could make himself any smaller, but the boy proved him wrong by curling up even tighter. That can’t be comfortable at all.

But despite Amajiki not saying anything, Hado wasn’t deterred at all, instead crouching beside her classmate and patting him on the shoulder. “You got hit once, so what? That doesn’t mean you failed or anything. You just have to hit back harder!”

“No thanks. I want to go home.” Amajiki responded.

Hado huffed, resorting to trying to pull Amajiki to his feet. “No way, you told Mirio and I you’d try and make it through the whole lesson. And this isn’t the whole lesson. Once we’re done, you can go hide in the corner, but until then, you can hang with me and the long-range fighters if Mirio’s group is that terrifying to you. Besides, the first years want to get to know you and they can’t do that if you hide the moment they look at you. Heart of a lion Tamaki! Remember that!” Aizawa watched with wide eyes as Hado began dragging Amajiki behind her, the boy desperately trying to stop her. All the while, Hado kept up a steady stream of chatter, until Aizawa could no longer hear what she was saying.

In that moment, Aizawa decided that Hado’s enthusiasm was a little terrifying.

The next time that Aizawa ran into Hado was after the school festival, and there was something in his gut that was telling him that something was wrong. He’d been walking past the cafeteria when he’d noticed her, or rather, how quiet she was. And it looked like he wasn’t the only one that thought it was odd, because Amajiki was beside her, looking extremely uncomfortable at the current situation, and Togata was clearly trying to talk enough for all three of them. Aizawa frowned, wondering if he should say something, but decided not to. Everyone had a bad day, which is probably all that it was, and it wasn’t like he was the girl’s teacher anyway. It wasn’t his place to step in. But he made a mental note to bring it up with them if the behaviour persisted.

It was by chance that the next day had him going upstairs to the third-year classrooms to drop off some paperwork. And it was by chance that he happened to walk by 3-A’s classroom just as Hado slammed her head into her desk—well, slammed was an overstatement when it was more like the girl had just ceased sitting upright entirely. Aizawa frowned and stopped by the doorway, observing Hado to see that the girl’s shoulders were trembling slightly and that the rest of her was coiled like a spring ready to break free.

“Are you okay?” Aizawa found himself asking, taking a single step into the room.

Hado turned her face so that she was looking at him, giving him full view of the tears running down her face—and the bruise that was blooming on her cheek. His frown grew and he quickly strode over, dropping to a kneel beside the girl. “What happened?”

“Nothing happened, Aizawa-sensei.” Hado sighed, her voice dull and depressed. Another sigh fell out of Hado’s mouth as she continued. “Well, something did happen, but it’s being handled.”

“You’ve told your homeroom teacher?” Aizawa asked, remembering the frustrated look on the woman’s face when he’d stopped by.

Hado nodded. “She wasn’t very impressed by what had happened, especially since we’re all third years now. She looked so disappointed in us.”

Aizawa was lost, but he figured that’s what he had coming when he butted into another year level’s problems. Still, the teacher within him couldn’t leave a student that was clearly distressed, alone. Even if he had no idea what was going on. “Does what happened have something to do with that bruise on your cheek?”

A slender hand reached up to hide the bruise from view, more tears welling in Hado’s eyes. “It wasn’t his fault, Sensei, you have to understand that. He looked so terrified after it happened, and I don’t blame him because it was my fault anyway since I pushed a little too much and—”

“Hado.” Aizawa interrupted before the rambling got worse. “Breathe. I’m not sure what happened, but I doubt it was your fault either. And I’m sure it’ll work out.”

The girl took a breath, and then another, slowly straightening in her seat before turning to face him properly. Hado wiped her eyes, although it didn’t stop her from looking absolute miserable. “I know, Sensei, but it shouldn’t have happened in the first place.” The girl covered her face with her hands. “It was me running my mouth like always that caused it to happen.”

This is going nowhere. Aizawa bit back a sigh, knowing that it wouldn’t help the situation. Instead, he needed to sort through the puzzle that was what Hado was telling him in order to figure out what had happened and help the poor girl come to solution. So, he sat on the ground, looking up at the third-year, and resting his head against a hand. “Maybe so, but you being talkative isn’t a good reason for someone to hit you.”

“It was Tamaki that hit me.” Hado said as if that would explain everything. Which it did, because Aizawa had witnessed Hado’s classmate get so overwhelmed to the point that he’d flee. So it made sense that he could’ve been pushed to the limit of lashing out at his friend.

“Why did he hit you?”

“I—We—He—It’s hard to explain…”

“Take your time.” Aizawa reassured the girl. He didn’t have anywhere else to be until the end of the day, so he would happily sit here and wait for as long as Hado needed to get her thoughts together.

After a few minutes of silence, Hado finally began to speak. “Ever since Mirio lost his quirk, Tamaki’s been quiet. And well, I guess I have been as well. He’s our best friend, so it was a little bit of a shock to learn that he was taking a break from school because he’d lost his quirk.” Hado paused for a moment to collect herself. “But I think it hit Tamaki pretty hard. He’s known Mirio since elementary school and well… he’s a little dependent on him. Sometimes! Only sometimes!” The girl waved her hands around as she realized what she’d just said.

“I understand.” Aizawa said, thinking back to what he knew of these three kids that had bonded with his own student’s. When he’d first approached them before everything with Overhaul had happened, he had, of course, noticed that Togata and Hado were more than a little protective of Amajiki. Hell, when he’d gone up to them, he was almost positive that he could see the anxious boy’s heart ready to leap out of his chest. And he’d also noticed how Togata, without even hesitating, had stepped forward to talk to him. In a way, Togata had been the leader of their group, and now he wasn’t even at school with them. All because of those damn bullets that Overhaul had made. “So I’m going to guess that the stress of recent events led to you two arguing?”

“Kind of.” Hado sighed. “You’ve met Tamaki. He’s got the makings of an amazing hero, but he can’t handle the pressure that comes from being noticed too well. He’s doing way better than first year, but he still struggles—”

What was he like in first year if this is what he’s like now?

“—and well, I tried to be encouraging, you know? He took down three of the Shie Hassaikai all on his own! So I tried telling him how brave he was for doing so… but I ended up saying that if he could be that brave then, why couldn’t he be that brave doing regular hero work? And… he told me to stop but I kept pushing, and pushing, and then I stupidly told him that Mirio wasn’t here to hold his hand anymore, and that’s when he hit me.” Hado finished, eyes brimming with tears that stubbornly refused to fall. Shortly after, the tears began to fall. “He looked so terrified after he lashed out, Aizawa-sensei. Our homeroom teacher walked in at that moment, and then Tamaki fled.”

“You didn’t try to follow him?” Aizawa questioned. He understood what Hado had been trying to do, even if it hadn’t worked out the way she had hoped. And it certainly hadn’t been her fault at all for what had happened. It was simply a case of someone’s emotions getting the better of them and not knowing what to do with them.

Hado shook her head. “I called Mirio, and told him what had happened. I don’t think Tamaki would want to see me right now.”

“That’s a fair assumption. You should probably still go see him later since he’ll probably want to apologize for hitting you, but it’s okay if you want to put it off until later.” Aizawa stood from where he’d been sitting and placed a hand gently on Hado’s head. “And it’s okay if you’re struggling to cope with what happened to your friend. It was a traumatic experience for all three of you, and none of you should have to deal with it alone. And my office is always open if you need someone to talk to.”

Hado sniffed and looked up at him, a broken smile on her face. “Thank you, Aizawa-sensei. I might come by some time.”

Aizawa nodded, glad that the girl had accepted his offer without much of a fight. It was such a difference to his own class. He hesitated where he stood, unwilling to leave Hado on her own while she was still upset, but also wanting to locate the rest of the upset party. But it seemed that Hado answered his dilemma for him.

“You can go find Tamaki if you want, Sensei. Yuyu’s coming by soon so I won’t be alone.”

“Are you sure?”

Hado nodded. “I’m sure. I’ll be fine after I talk things over with her. But Tamaki will probably need some help.”

“Okay. Come and find me if you need me though.”

“I will, Sensei. And um… can you tell Mirio I’m sorry for disturbing him with this?”

“Sure.”

As it turned out, trying to find someone who desperately didn’t want to be found as extremely hard. He was glad that Amajiki wasn’t one for causing trouble, because he had no doubt that the kid would be capable of getting away with anything purely based on his ability to hide. Aizawa felt like he’d searched the entire school at this point, the lunch bell having run long ago, yet he hadn’t found the student he was looking for. He’d even swung by the 3-A classroom after lunch to check if the kid had gone back to class, but had only seen Hado, looking much brighter than she had been when he’d left. She’d spotted him before he could continue searching, and had told him that Amajiki had a penchant for quiet corners. Which was both helpful and not helpful since there were many places that fit the criteria within UA’s campus.

He ended up finding Amajiki only because Togata dropped his location to him, and he had a feeling that Hado was to thank for that. Either way, he finally knew where to go, and he was questioning what Amajiki was even doing in the Business Course side of the building, and also how he got there so fast. Aizawa pushed those questions away, instead focusing on what his current goal should be; helping Amajiki.

When he finally found the corner that Amajiki had tucked himself away in, Aizawa had to stop. It was the landing between the second and third floors, and Amajiki was pressed against the wall, body trembling violently, although his forehead was pressed into Togata’s shoulder. Togata was sitting with his back against the wall, opposite to his friend, with one arm wrapped around Amajiki’s front. Aizawa noticed that a jacket that could only have belonged to Togata was draped over Amajiki’s back.

Togata’s eyes met his own, and the boy motioned for him to stay where he was. Aizawa did, watching as the boy leaned over and said something that he couldn’t hear into Amajiki’s ear. Amajiki’s head spun around so fast, Aizawa was surprised that he didn’t hear the kid’s neck snap from the force of it. Frightened eyes met his own briefly before they went back to Togata’s shoulder. He took a mental note of how the boy’s trembling increased.

“You can come over now.” Togata called.

Aizawa made his way over, coming to sit on the other side of Togata so that the third year was between him and his friend. He had a feeling it would make Amajiki less stressed, and was rewarded when the trembling eased a little. Opening his mouth to speak, he closed it abruptly, thinking about a different course of action he could take. He didn’t know Amajiki well, not well enough to help him through the obvious anxiety attack he was going through. But Togata was here and he did know a little about the kid, if only what he’d heard from Midoriya and Sir Nighteye before the raid. And he knew that Togata had the benefit of being friends with Amajiki since the two were young children.

“He’s not in trouble.” Aizawa spoke to Togata, making it very clear that he was talking to the third year, and not the anxious mess beside him. “I also spoke to Hado earlier and she’s not mad either. Upset, yes, but not mad.”

“I knew she wouldn’t be mad.” Togata gave a sad smile, his arm squeezing Amajiki gently. “She’s too good a friend to ever be mad at us. Is she really okay though?”

Aizawa nodded. “Her friend is with her right now, but I spoke to her and she told me what happened. She blames herself for what happened.”

“Did she tell you I hit her?” Amajiki whispered, the suddenness of his words surprising Aizawa.

“She did.” Aizawa confirmed. “But she also told me what caused you to hit her. You got overwhelmed, didn’t you?”

Amajiki turned his head slightly to stare at him before giving a single nod. “She was just being nice. But I couldn’t handle it. And she said that Mirio wasn’t here—”

“Which is false, because I’m right here.” Togata interjected quietly.

“And my thoughts just kind of spiralled and I lashed out without thinking.” Amajiki continued, ignoring his friend’s interruption. The boy let out a heavy sigh. “I just made a mess of things. Like usual.”

“No you didn’t! This is your fault, and it’s not Nejire’s either!” Togata exclaimed before Aizawa could even say anything.

“It is though.”

“I agree with Togata.” Aizawa said before either boy could continue to argue. “None of this is your fault. It was simply a case where everyone involved got overwhelmed. Could it have been handled better? Probably, but what’s done is done, and we shouldn’t dwell on the past.”

Togata nodded his agreement whilst Amajiki merely sighed, but he pulled away from his friend slightly, unfurling his body from its curled-up position. Aizawa was pleased to see that the trembling had mostly eased off by now, whatever emotions that had been running through Amajiki’s body finally leaving the boy alone. And then with a deep breath, Amajiki stood up, although he looked terrified at doing so. Togata was quick to follow his friend up, and Aizawa slowly stood up, wincing slightly as his joints popped back into place after sitting for so long. His body was starting to get old.

“I’m going to apologize to Nejire.” Amajiki declared, his voice wavering just a little. “And then I’m going home.”

Aizawa sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose at the third-year’s favorite saying whilst Togata just broke out into laughter. “You do that.” This was not at all the way he’d expected the conversation to go. From what he’d known about Amajiki, and from what Hado had told him, he’d expected an inconsolable student, not… whatever had just happened. There was a lot he had to learn yet about the older students it seemed. “Will you be okay?”

Amajiki looked thoughtful for a moment before giving a nod. “I will. I think. Maybe.” The boy dropped his head to stare at his shoes. “I might go see Hound Dog-sensei.”

“Sounds like an idea.” Togata reached over to ruffle his friend’s hair. “I’m going to stay and talk to Aizawa-sensei for a moment, so you’ll be okay on your own?”

“I’m a big boy, Mirio. I can handle apologizing to Nejire.” Amajiki protested before bowing suddenly to Aizawa. “Thank you for coming to my aid, Sensei.”

And then the boy was gone. Just like that.

“That’s normal for him, don’t worry too much about it.” Togata laughed, scratching the back of his head absentmindedly.

“It’s fine.” Aizawa moved to lean against the wall. “What did you want to talk about?”

Togata sighed, a worried look on his usually smiling face. “I’m worried about my friends, that’s all. Ever since the Shie Hassaikai raid, things have been different between us, especially since I’ve been out of school because… you know.”

Aizawa hummed, remembering visiting the student in the hospital after the raid, and learning that from the doctors that the boy’s quirk was gone. Gone. Just like that, by the hands of a bullet. Bullets made from the body of a six-year-old girl whose only crime was to be incapable of controlling her quirk.

Yet despite losing his quirk, Togata had remained a ray of sunshine, leaving the hospital and immediately migrating to the students of his own class that had been affected by the raid, and also being by Eri’s side when she needed a familiar face to take care of her after a nightmare. Aizawa didn’t know how the kid did it. Togata was certainly a unique person with how strong his optimism was.

“What about them is worrying you?” Aizawa asked.

“They’ve become a bit withdrawn I’ve noticed, and I think it’s because of me.” Togata explained. “Sure, Nejire and Tamaki get along fine without me, but you saw for yourself that Nejire didn’t know what to do when Tamaki got overwhelmed.”

“And you know how to?”

Togata shrugged. “We’ve known each other since we were kids. I’ve caused many breakdowns over the years, so you kinda learn how to deal with them.” The boy’s eyes widened. “I’m not saying that Nejire’s a bad friend or anything! She understands us both fine!”

“Kid, it’s okay. I understand what you meant.” Aizawa raised a hand to stop Togata from continuing. “I’m sure your bond is fine. But why are you telling me this? Why not your homeroom teacher? Or theirs?”

“Well… you were there at the raid.” Togata gave an awkward chuckle. “And while you might not know us well, your students have said that you give good advice, even to kids that aren’t from your class.”

Ah, I see. “I’m not sure I can offer much help, since I’m not your teacher and as you said, I don’t know any of you too well.” Aizawa paused to think for a moment on what advice he could give the kid in front of him, when he recalled something that Amajiki had said. “Amajiki said he was going to see Hound Dog?”

“Hm? Oh, yeah, he’s been seeing Hound Dog-sensei since first year. His homeroom teacher made him go after his anxiety got really bad, and the sessions helped, so he kept going.” Togata explained. “Why?”

“Why not go see him together? The three of you.” Aizawa suggested. Maybe if all three of them got together in the one room and talked about what was bothering them, then maybe they’d be able to overcome it and get back to some sort of normalcy between the three of them.

“Can we do that?”

“Of course. It’s not the first time we’ve had to have groups go to Hound Dog for counselling, and it could very much be the solution you need for your problem.”

Togata stood in front of him, a very tense thinking expression on his face as he mulled over Aizawa’s words. Finally, the boy clapped his hands together and smiled. “Sounds great! I’ll mention it to Nejire and Tamaki. Thanks, Aizawa-sensei.”

“No problem. Anything else you need?”

“Nope! I’ve got it from here. Bye, Sensei!” Aizawa watched in surprise as Togata rushed off, leaving him alone on the landing. He certainly hadn’t expected his day to go the way it did, but he was glad that he’d been able to help the third-years out in the end, even if it wasn’t the way he’d expected to help them. It made him fear for when his own class became third-years, which would hopefully come for them. He’d like to see them grow up. And also see whatever mischief they’d find themselves into; no doubt with Bakugo or Midoriya at the front of it all.

And he’d hold onto that hope if it was the last thing he did.

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