#shouta aizawa x oc

[kuroyorusimpdom]

Habringer

*Part 6*

Minors DNI | NSFW | Smut / Lemon |

Pairings: Aizawa Shouta x OC, Bakugou Katsuki x OC, Hitoshi Shinsou x OC

Dom/Sub, pegging, Orgasm Denial, Post Cannon, Aged Up

[10:21pm]  Boom Boy: Tell me I did not just see you leave with fucking Aizawa

[10:26pm] Boom Boy: What the fuck Kai. 

[10:39pm] Boom Boy: I’m coming to your God damn Apartment, you better be there.

[10:57pm] Boom Boy: Kai Where are you, seriously. Call me.

[6:37am] Sexy Sensei: Get out of my apartment.

The groan that left Kaida’s mouth echoed off the walls of the unfamiliar room. Her head felt heavy and the sunlight filtering through the curtains made her want to throw herself back under the duvet. Her eyes took several moments to adjust and take in the space around her -- well, this Definitely wasn’t her apartment, and definitely was an unfamiliar bed.

Her phone was plugged in on the side table and the LCD screen lit up with another incoming text 

[7:05am] Boom Boy: I’m tracking your location and coming to you. I’m seriously fucking worried.

Kai sighed and rubbed her eyes, it was too early for this, and she was definitely too hungover for the level of drama Bakugou was exuding. 

What the hell even happened last night? She could remember Aizawa helping her into his car -- and then she had insisted that they hit up a bar to numb the absolute shitshow that was seeing Hitoshi…

They may have had a few too many drinks. And a vague memory of Aizawa trying to get her home address out of her unsuccessfully explained why she was in a strange apartment (if her texts were to be believed it was obviously Aizawa’s apartment - leave it to drunk Kai to save her teacher as something embarrassing in her phone, she probably did it right in front of him).

Damn, I didn’t even text Katsuki to let him know I was leaving - I’m an asshole

Kaida thought to herself as she swung her legs over the bed and attempted to stand up. A quick glance down found her body still in her lingerie she had worn under her dress, but with the addition of a black long sleeve shirt that smelled like coffee and was way too big to belong to her. 

Despite the shirt, she knew that her and Aizawa didn’t hook up, so that was a plus. Her underwear was waaaaay too complicated to try and put back on when she was intoxicated, so it still adorning her body meant it was never removed in the first place. 

Cool cool cool. At least there's that, even if she made an absolute fool of herself infront of her (hot) ex teacher, they hadn’t fucked.

A door to her left opened to reveal a bathroom - thank the goddess. Leave it to Aizawa to leave her alone in a strange apartment to figure shit out on her own. 

Kai was having a heavy internal debate about whether or not it would be weird to shower after she had emptied her bladder when loud pounding at the front door made the decision for her.

She tilted her head in confusion as the pounding continued, until she eyed her phone still sitting on the side table and remembered the text she had received

“Shit”

She had forgotten to text Kats back and let him know that she was fine, she would bet her year's salary that the aggressive knocking at the door was him.

It didn’t take long for her to follow the sound of the knocking and find the front door (through the surprisingly tidy and minimalist home that Aizawa had) and open it to find a very angry blonde on the other side.

His red eyes took her in - making their way from her bare legs, to the oversized shirt that was clearly not hers.

The rage was palpable as the silence permeated the space they were standing in.

“Hey Kats” 

His scowl deepend as he pushed his way past Kaida and into the strange apartment, “Don’t you fucking ‘hey Kats’ me”

He bullied Kai further into the apartment, arms crossed until the door was able to shut behind him.

“Where the fuck have you been? I’m pretty fucking sure we had a standing appointment together last night and you just fucking dissapeared into thin air” his voice was tinged with rage as he stood over her, “I rush my ass over here worried about you to find you in some fuckers shirt and no God damn pants. 

Does our arrangement mean absolutely nothing to you? You’re cool with jumping into just anyone's bed then? I guess I’ll do the same thing next time” 

Bakugou watched her expression twist at his words. He had fallen back into old habits and let his anger and hurt color the way he spoke to her without much conscious thought, only now that he saw her reaction did he realize that perhaps he should have held himself back - or just used his damn brain to filter his words.

“How fucking dare you Katsuki” her eyes sharpened as she straightened her spine and took on an aggressive stance. “Instead of showing up and throwing around baseless accusations, you could have just fucking asked me what happened and why I left.

 But no.

As fucking usual, you’re shoot first ask questions later. This is why things are the way they are between us”

Bakugou’s face contorted from anger to something else as Kai spoke. This was not what he had come to do. He genuinely was concerned about her - he didn’t show up just to yell at her. 

Fuck. Why did he always do this to himself?

He forced his face to soften from the scowl he had been previously wearing and stepped towards Kai, reaching his hands out to try and ground her, show that he didn’t mean it.

Kai simply backed away from his hands and crossed her arms over her chest. 

A picture of defiance. Always making things difficult and acting like a brat.

Kai tilted her chin up to look down her nose at the taller man, “You can’t just call me a slut and then expect to be allowed to touch me”

“I didn’t call you a slut”

The glare Kaida pinned him with was lethal, “The implication was pretty fucking strong”

Katsuki sank himself down in the plush armchair as he rubbed a hand over his face. He took a moment to compose himself and then looked up and locked gazes with her. He found himself softening further as he took in the genuine hurt swimming in the forest green of her eyes.

“I’m sorry Kai. I didn’t mean to come in and attack you like that” he watched as her posture relaxed slightly, and the fire behind her irises dimmed at his apology, “What happened that made you leave without me? I know was late to meet with you, but it was the stupid fucking coat check that held me up. I swear I wasn’t standing you up or anything” he sighed, “Usually you would have just waited for me”

Kaida eyed him while he rubbed at his face in frustration. It was unusual for him to offer an apology so easily. He had always been a stubborn asshole, refusing to admit his faults even when they were clear. The fact that he acquiesced so quickly was enough to melt her heart a little.

Deciding that rather than let him grovel she would just explain, Kai moved to sit opposite him

“Hitoshi showed up and fucking cornered me”

Anger contorted Bakugou’s face as he snarled “Fucking what?”

“Yeah, he wouldn’t let me leave, kept trying to talk to me” Kaida rubbed her hand down her face as she recalled the events of last night, “I was on the verge of a panic attack and Aizawa must have noticed what was going on cause he came in and bailed me out”

“I’ll kill that fucking troll doll the next time I see him”

Kai rolled her eyes and smirked at his long standing nickname for Shinsou. 

“Yeah well, I did wait for you. But you weren’t there and I honestly wanted to get the fuck out of there before Hitoshi had a chance to recover his jaw from the floor at the fact that Aizawa and I were dating”

Bakugou’s eyes narrowed, and his jaw clenched at her words. There was no way in the course of the 45 minutes he had been separated from her last night Aizawa had slid in and asked Kai to be his girlfriend … There was no way Kaida said yes to that… Right?

Noticing his shift in demeanor Kai clarified

“Not actually dating, obviously. 

He used it as a cover to swoop in and get me out of the conversation. It’s not like Hitoshi would have known either way, I haven’t seen him in forever, and I try to keep my personal shit out of the media - So does Aizawa”

The relief flooded Bakugou as she explained. Of course she wouldn’t have started dating their fucking teacher. She wasn’t interested in dating anyone. Which is why he hadn’t tried any further to define this thing between them. Aizawa showing up wouldn’t change that.

“Fuck Kai, I’m sorry I wasn’t there” Bakugou sighed as he made his way towards her, kneeling infront of where she was sat on the couch, “I wish I was the one to notice and save you from that shit. I’m glad someone was there to get you out of that situation though, even if it pisses me off that it was that old fucker”

Kai’s lips turned up in a smirk. 

“He’s not that old Kats”

“Fucking old enough”

Kai’s smirk grew until it was a full blown grin “Sounds to me like you might be jealous”

The scoff that came out of Bakugou was loud as he stood up and stalked towards the door to the apartment 

“Ain’t nothing to be jealous of Princess - he’s not the one who can make you fall apart, I am”

Kai’s responding blush was enough to puff his chest up with pride as he stood by the front door

“Put your damn clothes on and let's get outta here. I’m off today and I’m owed repentance from last night”

#bakugou x reader #bakugou fanfiction #bakugou smut #bakugou x oc #katsuki bakugou #aizawa fanfiction #shouta aizawa #shouta aizawa x reader #shouta aizawa x oc #bhna fanfiction #shinsou x reader #shinsou hitoshi x oc

[k1nky-fool]

aight lets do 😅 😈 ✨ 🍦 ❌[if you dont want to say then don't] 🎨 📈 💞 😬 💔 🤩

fic ask game

😅 What's a story or scene you've created that you're a smidge embarrassed exists?

I have an entire scene in They Called Her Mania, where Vega jokingly slut shames both Slayer and Mania by how long it took each of them to change their mind from wanting to kill the other, to wanting to sleep with the other.

That scene has since gone under some heavy editing, but I am embarrassed that scene left my fingers in the first place.

😈 Has there been a point in a story where you did something just to be playfully mean to your readers?

"You'd kill me?" Her voice was glitching as her mask modulator struggled against the previous damage.

"Only if you survive the fall."

Putting this at the end of a Least Sane Moments part 3 is probably my favorite cruelty in my writing.

But also in Devil of the Crossroads

The assignment should have had her back by sundown at the latest. It would have been more dangerous to hit the warehouses at night as Sevika had found weeks ago, his security was tightest after sundown.

"Silco." Pepper's voice warned. "Where is she?"

He didn't have an answer.

Is another cliffhanger I'm very satisfied with.

✨ Give you and your writing a compliment. Go on now. You know you deserve it. 😉

Uhh… I like to think that I write very compelling and likeable characters, even in antagonistic roles.

🍦 What's the sweetest fic you've created so far?

Without a doubt, Innocent Schemes and Guilty Consciences part 1 is the fluffiest thing I have ever written. I don't think that fic is going to stay very fluffy tho.

❌ What's a trope you will never write?

Emotional clinginess is by far the most annoying thing I keep seeing in a lot of fics. If it's something you like, then it's great that you found something for you, but I personally, absolutely hate seeing fics where the OC or the reader insert is just overly dependent.

Like, if you wanted to write a fic about Viktor, if your point is to write him in character, then he would not drop everything because his partner is pouting for attention. He would not thrive with a partner that constantly requires him to leave his passions at the door for them. Nobody should expect their partner to drop everything and give attention whenever it's convenient for them.

And I hate even more when the OC/reader insert acts like their partner owes them something in return for not dropping everything and giving them attention. I've been in enough relationships with emotionally clingy people to tell you that shit is draining, and I could never write that unless I was specifically trying to show a dysfunctional relationship.

🎨 How do you feel about fan art of your stories?

I literally love it so much, please make all the fanart, I will reblog it, and perhaps I can offer blog shout outs in fics, and even feature fanart (with permission and proper credit) in chapter updates themselves.

At this point, you can also send me short stories with my own OCs (just credit me) and I will reblog them. If I like it enough, and it's possible, I might even enjoy putting the short on my canon timeliness (with your permission and proper credit also).

📈 How many fics do you have?

I have a lot of fics (especially in my star wars phase) that never saw the light of posting. And as of now, I also have several fics in other places, that I have yet to post because they're sequels to fics that are already on my Masterlist, and I need to finish those stories before I start posting sequels and short stories and other fics.

I have 9 currently on my Masterlist, 3 more MHA fics that may never get posted, 1 Venom x OC fic that I barely have a concept for but still have something written, 9 unfinished Star Wars concepts including several space lesbians and other pairings, 1 other Doom fic that I actually already have 18k written for and I just haven't finished editing the first few chapters, and 2 sequels to my current Arcane fic lineup that both start a bit before or during Act II of Arcane, including a fic of a grown up Sketch, and Devo joining Viktor in a spiral out of Piltover's control.

💞 Who's your comfort character?

In MHA, Fatgum

In Star Wars, Ahsoka Tano, Cal Kestis, and Hera Syndulla

In Doom, Vega

In Steven Universe, Peridot

In Arcane, Ekko, and Viktor

😬 Which of your fics would you be most horrified for friends, family, or coworkers to stumble upon?

I suffer from a disease known as "No shame to the point that I openly talk about writing fanfiction in my real life."

However, that being said, there's a reason I have yet to post that second Doom fic. And it's because I'm not too sure how my friends (who know my tumblr) will react to knowing I wanna fuck a 10 ft tall, morally gray, robot. Like they probably already know, I'm just scare of the consequences of them knowing exactly in what detail.

💔 Is there a fic of yours that broke your heart?

Honestly, Least Sane Moments breaks my heart most of the time. I have the occasional moment in Fuck Around and Find Out where it just hurts, but Least Sane Moments is just a heartbreaking story the most put of all of my fics. At its core, it's a story of someone getting all the support the world can possibly afford them, and still struggling to accept and trust it because of how they've been treated.

🤩 Who is your favorite character to write?

Pepper very quickly became my favorite character to write when I realized just how much people liked to read her. Whip smart with a funny accent, and an attitude appears to have accidentally been the crabby patty formula for a very specific niche of OC content consumers, and I couldn't be happier about it.

I don't know how many of my followers know this, but I'm from Georgia. I've grown up around Southern accents, and I even struggle to keep mine down a lot of the time. Writing Pepper wasn't really a therapeutic experience, she's just a fun one. Like she doesn't have to be anything for me, she's just entertaining. And I think a lot of the reason her dialogue is so fun to write is because it comes naturally to me, and her narration is fun to write because it's usually what I'm thinking anyway, she just thinks of it quicker than I do.

#arcane oc #arcane #arcane fanfic #vander x oc #silco x oc #viktor x oc #doom oc #kugo sakamata x oc #shouta aizawa x oc #thrawn x oc #doom fanfiction #star wars fanfiction #eddie brock x venom x oc #venom fanfiction #fic ask game

[zinsbin]

shouta aizawa x fem!oc tags: immaturity, phone swiping word count: 596 a/n: this is literally just a snippet about yoko being immature. it just...ends...cuz i couldnt think of anything else

Yoko is bored, and when she's bored, she fidgets. Shouta is in the kitchen, prepping their dinner like a responsible adult while she's left to feel a child fidgeting at the table, looking for anything to occupy her hands. First, she goes to the stack of todays mail to occupy her hands, shuffling through envelope after envelope. She sets them to the side. Then she finds a piece of lint, which she promptly rolls between her fingers and flicks off into the distance. Then, and most enticingly, she sees Shouta's phone, sitting there utterly defenseless.

She looks towards the kitchen as if Shouta will round the corner and warn her not to even think of it. After a second passes and nothing happens, she reaches across the table and snatches it up, smiling gleefully to herself. It's been a while since she's gone into his phone and messed with things, he was likely starting to let his guard down. It was time for her to fix that.

Unlocking the screen, she wastes no time in tracing the unlock pattern, right on the first try because Shouta is predictable - he wouldn't have changed it even after she saw it. She's thinking she'll make his background picture a cat's butthole, but she isn't sure yet. Already her mind is whirling with ideas on what to do that when the screen fully unlocks, it takes her a minute to understand what she's looking at.

It's dark and grainy, like it was taken in an unlit room, but unmistakably there she is, laid out on the bed with her arm tossed over unruly hair. Her eyes are closed, mouth slightly ajar and it's obvious that she's sleeping. He must have taken this picture one night when she stayed over. All in all, it's a pretty unflattering photo but that isn't the point.

The point is that surly Mr. I'm-Not-A-Softie had a photo of her, asleep, as his background. And yea, she is his girlfriend, but still, she didn't expect significant-other-as-your-background from Shouta of all people. It does something to her - her features soften from their mischievous glee, she sets the phone down on the table. She has an overwhelming urge to hug him right now, to press her lips against his skin.

It's so sweet that he'd looked at her like that and thought I want to see this every time I open my phone. She decided then and there that she was going to give into her urge to hold him and stood from her place at the table. Wordlessly, she walked into the kitchen, finding him at the counter cutting up some onion. She wrapped her arms around his middle, buried her face into his back and planted a kiss there.

His arms had moved to accommodate her and he ceased his cutting, turning his head to try and get a peek at her. All he saw was the edges of unruly, curly hair. "What's this about?" He asks, as if she needs a reason to show him affection. He should know by now that she's moved by her impulses when it comes to him, and they often drive her to touch.

"You made sleeping me your wallpaper." She says softly, and all at once she feels him release a breath. It's nothing serious, which means it can only be some of her antics.

"You were going to change it to cat butts, weren't you?" He sounds defeated, as if he's got nothing left to resist her with. She nods her head against his back and he sighs.

#aizawa x oc #shouta aizawa x oc #aizawa x yoko #fluff #(zinwrites)

[msnanami]

New Chapter Update!

OMG! This chapter really took me forever to write and I always feel bad for taking forever! Here it is! The new chapter for my Aizawa fanfic. https://archiveofourown.org/works/49110925/chapters/138152401

It's mostly focus on my OC with her relationship with her brother All Might and honestly it lowkey almost made cry writing it. It's just canon that he would be the best older brother ever!

I hope y'all don't chew me up, next chapter it will focus on aizawa I swear 😭

#fanfiction #archive of our own #ao3 #bnha #angst #aizawa sensei #my hero academia #shouta aizawa x oc #all might #sibling angst #all might x oc #fanfic #original character

[fatkish]

I can’t get this idea out of my head so I’m gonna share it and feel free to use it. We know that Heteromorphs (people with mutant quirks) can have a very diverse appearance and abilities. Well my idea is kinda NSFW-ish, so here it is: a living armor quirk. Basically the character has a shapeshifting and transformation ability that allows them to become a living bodysuit that can protect whoever wears them. For example: if someone was wearing them, the wearer could ask the character to grow wings so they can fly. Since the character would have to be touching the skin of whoever is wearing them it can get kinda steamy.

The character is basically made up of microscopic wires and strings that weave together to make up their body. These wires can be bulletproof, fireproof and other proofs but it would depend on how healthy they are in mind, body and spirit. If they’re sick for instance, they won’t be able to hold themselves together enough to protect the wearer. The character can control each individual microscopic wire and re-weave them around the wearer’s body. The reader would of course need to eat and drink just like anybody else but their body is evolved to digest quickly and turn excess food and nutrients into energy. (So basically they don’t need to shit as much, since any excess materials they consume are quickly broken down and stored as fat or excess wire for when they take on damage and need to repair themselves)

The NSFW part and the part i can’t stop thinking about is how heroes who have the character as a sidekick would more than likely wear the character as opposed to their hero suits.

Imagine Aizawa learns about this character and decides that having them transform into a suit for him would be time saving and more practical. This would mean that Aizawa would only wear the absolute bare necessities since the character only has so much wire to work with. This also means that the character can feel every part of the wearer’s body. Which means the character can feel Aizawa’s dick and has to wrap themselves around it to support it. Now Aizawa could wear his regular suit over the character and just use them as an added layer of protection.

Or Endeavor hears about this character and decides that they would be perfect for him. We all have seen how big he is in height and musculature. This would mean the character has more space to cover making the suit thinner compared to someone like Aizawa. Now since the character has the ability to be fireproof Endeavor’s flames won’t hurt them but they can get really hot. (Imagine if endeavor had the character become a jockstrap or cup like article to help hide his bulge)

Or how about Dabi? What if he had the character act as a second layer of skin? Overtime the character would be able to build up a resistance to Dabi’s flames kind of like exposure therapy. Now Dabi basically wears them all the time since they help keep him from burning his skin.

And what about Edgeshot? With his quirk the reader would be the perfect sidekick (or should I say sidestick) literally, because the reader would be worn by him and literally be as his side.

Basically I’m a horny mess and I just want hot dudes to use me

#mha x reader #bnha x reader #mha #mha aizawa #aizawa shouta #aizawa x reader #bnha #aizawa smut #aizawa sensei #aizawa x male reader #endeavor #enji todoroki #mha dabi #touya todoroki #dabi todoroki #dabi x reader #bnha smut #mha smut #endeavor x reader #enji todoroki x reader #endeavor smut #dabi smut #bnha original character #mha oc

[redd-byrd]

Little project I’ve been working on for the past week or so of my BNHA OC!!!!! Technically she doesn’t have an actual name, but I call her Luna bc I’m unoriginal /hj

Shes a 29yo underground hero and her quirk is called The Thing because she’s a horror nerd

I really love how it turned out, this is one of my first times with fully rendering a piece and I think I did really well :D

Also I did an OC x Canon with Erasermic bc fuck you that’s why

Unblurred + sketch below VVV

#bnha oc #bnha #mha oc #mha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #original characters #original character #bnha original character #mha original character #mha oc art #mha ocs #oc x canon #bnha oc x canon #mha oc x canon #aizawa shouta #eraserhead #yamada hizashi #present mic #i am cringe but i am free #my ocs #my art

[puppetmaster13u]

Crossover Idea 2

Maybe a bit crazy, I’m a bit sleep deprived.  Bruce Wayne is a scruffy, chronically tired, nocturnal black haired dad with adoption problems who pretends he doesn’t care but cares far too much. Who else is like that? Eraserhead.  Now this could go a few different ways

A] Bruce reincarnates as Aizawa Shouta, or Aizawa reincarnates as Bruce Wayne, which would be utterly hilarious because combining the two would be slightly OP in most situations B] Bruce secretly has an erasure ability, which would honestly be perfect for his contingency plans. How much easier it’d be if he had the comfort of ‘I can always erase their powers’ if they betrayed him C] Bruce & Aizawa are rich buddies (If you look at the clothing child Aizawa was wearing in art, it’s some of the most expensive so) who half grew up together before one moved, but keep in touch

#writing prompt #DC #Batman #DCU #bruce wayne #bnha #BNHA x DC #boku no hero acadamia oc #aizawa shōta #shouta aizawa #eraserhead #writing challenge #Prompt #Batman who could erase powers even temporarily would be incredibly OP even if it's just for a few seconds purely from the shock factor #Someone realizes something is wrong .2 seconds before they get knocked out or a broken bone

[takingchences]

ultraviolet pt. 9 - BAKUGOU

A descendant of a legendary quirk longs to separate herself from her family name, but first she'll have to confront villains, ghosts from the past, and her growing attraction for Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight.

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x OP!fem!oc

Warnings: mature language

series masterlist + face claim

After the attack, U.A gave the students the following two days off to rest and recover from their traumatic ordeal. Their first day back, Sana was horrified by the state of their homeroom teacher. Mr. Aizawa was wrapped head to toe in gauze, his eyes mere slits, with both of his arms in casts.

He looks like a freshly dead mummy.

She applauded his badassery and dedication, but after hearing from the others how serious his injuries were, she'd assumed (like a normal person) that the Pro Hero would at least be on bed leave for a few days. Considering how sleep deprived he seemed all the time, she thought he'd be thrilled. Apparently not.

He reminded them that the world famous U.A Sports Festival was drawing closer, and after recent events, all eyes would be on them. But no pressure, right? She balanced her chin on her fist.

Classes resumed like normal, as though USJ never happened. It wasn't until the final bell rang that things got, well, strange. Students from all grades and classes swarmed their classroom door, blocking them in.

Shinso made a dramatic appearance, where he proceeded to declare war on their class and challenge the entire Hero Course for a spot. He'd made his intentions of joining the hero course clear very early into their friendship.

From how her classmates had described the entrance exam, people with quirks like Shinso's were doomed from the start. He never stood a chance making it into the Hero Course... until now.

He was determined to get noticed this time around, and Sana was willing to help him reach his goal however she could. She gave him tips to improve his training regimen and offered to spar with him whenever he wanted. The two had lunch together at his usual spot two or three times a week, and spent the majority of it exchanging memes and gushing over cute cat videos. Shinso was funny in a dry, sarcastic way that she appreciated. He was easy to talk to, and his laid back attitude put her at ease.

He wasn't ready to join her at her table just yet, but she always kept a seat open just in case.

After finishing her homework, showering, and eating dinner, Sana set her grand plan in motion. Stretching out across her bed on her stomach, with her phone in one hand and a piece of paper in the other, she started typing.

Sent 8:03pm

Hey hotshot

Sent 8:06pm

The fuck

Sent 8:08pm

How the fuck did you get this number

Sent 8:09pm

I'm surprised you're still awake. You walk around like a grumpy old man with arthritic knees so I figured you'd be in bed by six

Sent 8:09pm

WHO THE FUCK IS THIS

Sent 8:10pm

If I told you I'd have to kill you

Sent 8:11

I'd kill you first

Sent 8:12pm

Good luck with that considering you have no idea who I am

Sent 8:13pm

Fuck you

Sent 8:13pm

How the hell did you get my number

Sent 8:15pm

I gave Midoriya an offer he couldn't refuse

Sent 8:16pm

FUCKING DEKU! ILL EXPLODE HIS ASS

Sent 8:16pm

That's kinky

Sana smirked down at the screen as the message bubbles danced, anticipating his reply. She giggled quietly to herself, picturing him stomping around his room throwing a fit. She could practically hear his demonic screeching through the device.

Irritating Bakugou brought her a special type of joy. The only other experiences that could compare were rebelling against her father, or cracking Shoto's mask of indifference. The ability to provoke such intense emotions in someone was addictive.

It took a few minutes for the boy to respond.

Sent 8:21pm

I'm losing fucking brain cells talking to you

Sent 8:21pm

Well I know you only have so many to spare so I'll make this quick

Sent 8:21pm

Train with me

Sent 8:23pm

The fuck

Sent 8:25pm

You know that's not technically a question right?

Sent 8:26pm

Meet me at Yoshida Park at 10:00am

Sent 8:26pm

Fuck off

Sent 8:27pm

You're right. What could you possibly teach me? I'd be better off asking Midoriya

Sent 8:27pm

YOUR ASS BETTER NOT BE LATE OR ILL FUCKING STRANGLE YOU

Sent 8:28pm

Another kink? I'm learning a lot about you Bakugou

Sent 8:29pm

FUCK OFF

Sent 8:31pm

Lmao

Sent 8:31pm

Good night hotshot

The blonde tossed his phone across the room, screaming curses at the unknown number.

"Shut up, ya damn brat!" His mother's loud voice scolded him from downstairs. "Isn't it past your bedtime?!"

¸☾⋆*･ﾟ¸☾⋆*･ﾟ¸☾⋆*

Bakugou walked with purpose towards Yoshida Park. He was familiar with it, having spent most of his childhood exploring the grounds with his followers. It was a short walk, but he'd had all night to plan. The unknown number had disrupted his sleep schedule after all.

First, he'd go to the park and murder whatever extra had been unlucky enough to mess with him. Then, on his way back, he'd pay Midoriya a special visit.

He had a list of suspects he'd been going back and forth on. First on the list was Shitty Hair, but Bakugou quickly realized it couldn't have been the spiky-haired boy. The redhead was putting in a lot of effort to befriend him—even more so after their team up during USJ—but the boy was far too shy. Second and third on his list were Dunce Face and Scotch Tape. They shared one brain cell between them, and both were confident enough to say such provocative things, but not so dumb that they'd ask to meet him face to face afterwards.

They had to know it would only end in bloodshed... theirs to be exact.

That left Raccoon Eyes or Flashlight. He hadn't interacted much with the pink-skinned girl, only in group settings, and even then, she'd barely stop to acknowledge him before getting into shit with Dunce Face or her "wifey."

One by one he marked names off until only one dumbass remained.

He stopped at the entrance of the park, spotting said girl leaning against a tree. Thick lashes fanned out across her cheekbones, her arms loosely crossed. A red and white gym bag was slung over her shoulder. She wore black leggings paired with a cherry red sports jacket, her hair held back by her signature ribbon. Bakugou himself sported his usual baggy black sweatpants and low cut black tank.

Her eyes fluttered open, the jewel-like irises sparkling in the morning sun. "Right on time." She pushed off of the tree. "Have you stretched?"

"I'm not here to train." He glowered down at her, their faces inches apart. Sana's expression remained neutral, but her amusement was obvious in the curve of her lips. "I'm here to kick your ass-"

"Again with the ass thing," Sana tutted, shaking her head in disapproval. "Is that all you can think about?"

"Shut the fu-"

"Language, asshole." she hissed, smacking his arm as a family of four walked by them. Sana gave him a coy smile. "There are children present."

Bakugou was seconds away from blowing a fuse, crackling sounds filling the air as his palms smoked. "Come on," she slid her hand down his arm with a soft, feather-like touch to grab his wrist. "Let's get started."

Bakugou muttered threats and curses under his breath, but continued to follow her to a secluded area with a dense tree line. A few feet ahead, the trees parted to reveal a decent sized clearing.

"How did you get that damn nerd to give you my number?" The blonde grumbled, ripping his arm from her grip.

"Oh, that?" She shrugged. "I bribed him with a limited edition All Might collectible." She remembered how flushed the greenette became after she cornered him after class the other day. He'd been a sweaty, stuttering mess until she'd unzipped her backpack and shown him what she'd hidden inside. Seeing Bakugou's pissed off face now, it was definitely worth all the yen.

"... which one."

Sana blinked. His gruff voice was so quiet that she nearly didn't catch the words. The boisterous blonde she'd come to know was now scowling passionately at a tree, but his mouth was... is he pouting?!

Her lips split into a chesshire grin. "My, my. Is the mighty Bakugou secretly a fanboy?"

His brows furrowed even further at the teasing. "Do you ever shut the hell up?" His hair seemed to puff up even more in anger. Cute. "I'm nothing like that nerd!"

"Aren't you the nerdy one, though?" Sana tapped her chin with her pointer finger, eyes rolled upwards as she pretended to think. "I'm pretty sure you scored higher than him on last week's test."

She smirked in delight as Bakugou's body began to vibrate in anger, his nostrils flaring.

She stretched her body, warming up her muscles in preparation for what was probably going to be one of the hardest training sessions of her life. Bakugou wasn't the type to do anything without giving it his all. It was as admirable as it was daunting. She rolled her shoulders back, her neck popping with a satisfying crack. "Ready?"

The blonde smirked, his hands sparking to life. "I'm gonna enjoy this."

Fighting Bakugou proved to be even more of a challenge than she'd anticipated. He was strong and fast, every movement well thought out and well executed. He was also relentless, refusing to give her any time to recover or even think. It was purely instinctive, forcing her to rely on her reflexes. She was suddenly grateful for the decade of combat training Endeavor had instilled in every fiber of her being.

It was different, to say the least.

She was so used to going up against Shoto. Back when they were still talking, she'd been able to anticipate his movements with one look. Maybe that was part of the problem. Were they so intune with each other that there was no longer room for improvement? Had they reached a point in their training where they were unable to learn from each other going forward?

Sana groaned, returning to the problem at hand. She threw the blonde a dirty look for the particularly hard kick he'd just delivered to her side. He huffed a laugh, his lips parted in a crooked smile. "Not so cocky now, huh?"

"That's funny coming from you." She lunged, finally landing a hit to his jaw. They'd been at it for hours now, and Bakugou showed no sign of stopping anytime soon. There was no way he wasn't as exhausted as she was, but she knew he'd rather die than admit to such a thing. As if being human was equivalent to him being weak.

After another half hour of this, she finally gave up.

"Okay, okay." Sana backed away, holding her palms up in surrender. He stopped mid punch, his eyes narrowed. "Let's take a break."

He clicked his tongue, watching as she approached the gym bag she'd abandoned in the shade, walking back to him and dropping it at his feet. The pastel teen crouched to unzip the bag, removing two towels, some protein bars, and two water bottles. He caught the towel she tossed him with ease, swiping the fabric across his face and jaw. She plopped down on the ground, motioning for him to do the same. With an annoyed grunt, he complied, snatching the water and snack out of her hands.

She shook her head in amusement, knowing he wasn't nearly as frustrated as he pretended to be. "So dramatic," she muttered under her breath.

Surprisingly, the silence between them wasn't uncomfortable. It was actually pretty nice. She could hear the small sounds of nature around them: the low buzz of insects and the soft rustling of tree branches above their heads. It was something she'd never associated with Bakugou before...

Peaceful.

After practically inhaling their protein bars, the two teens laid down on their backs in the grass. The sky had darkened to a dark blue, a few stars already visible.

Sana turned her head to peek at the boy next to her. Both of their chests were heaving lightly, their skin dewy with sweat. He had his arms folded behind his head with his eyes closed. As if feeling her gaze, he cracked one eye open and grimaced.

"What're you staring at?" Even in the limited light, she could've sworn his cheeks were now dusted in a rosy hue.

"Nothing," she averted her gaze, her own face burning under his scrutiny. "It's just... I'm glad you stayed." Sana admitted softly. Never in her life had she felt so bashful. It took everything in her not to squirm uncomfortably as she waited for him to say something. Anything. Bakugou scoffed, his eyes hooded as he watched the sky slowly darken. Sana joined him in stargazing. After a few minutes, the blonde cleared his throat.

"I guess it wasn't a complete waste of time."

Sana snickered. "That was really hard for you to admit, wasn't it?" A tch was his only response, but in the limited light, it almost looked like he was smiling.

They stayed like that until the sky glittered with stars, like diamonds against midnight velvet. The two teens climbed to their feet, dusting dirt and grass off of their clothes. Sana called out just as Bakugou made to leave.

"Wait." The blonde turned to glance over his shoulder. The solar-powered girl riffled through her gym bag before pulling out a medium-sized package. "Here," she held it out for him to take. Bakugou removed his hand from his pocket and took the box. Flipping it around, his eyes widened. His jaw loosened in shock.

"The hell...?"

Sana rubbed her neck, avoiding looking directly at the blonde. "I figured I owed you for coming down here." She peeked at him from beneath her lashes. "You don't have that one, right?"

Bakugou clutched the box containing the limited edition Silver Age All Might figurine tightly. He remembered demanding his parents for one as a child. How they'd waited in line outside the store for hours, only for the shelves to be completely empty once they made it inside. How every store they went to was the same: the toy having sold out nationwide just hours after being released.

But here one was, after a decade of searching, in perfect condition... right in the palm of his hand.

"Bakugou?"

He slowly lifted his head, vermillion eyes clashing with dark pink. A million questions raced through his mind. How had she known?

Sana bit her lip to contain her giddiness. She inched closer to him until there was hardly any space left between them. She inhaled the sweet scent of caramel and cologne that always clung to him. "Your number isn't the only thing Midoriya told me," she lifted herself on the balls of her feet, her breath hitting his cheek. "Katsuki."

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They met up the next day, and the day after, until it became almost routine for them. They'd meet at Yoshida Park, or make the trip together straight after school if neither had plans. It came as a surprise to them both how well they got along when no one else was around. Sure, they still had the occasional spat, but it was mostly playful bickering and teasing to rile the other up. They both had a dark sense of humor, an almost unhealthy competitive streak, and a punch first, ask questions later approach to situations.

One afternoon, Bakugou had to leave earlier than usual. He'd grumbled something about 'dinner with the old hag' before storming off. Sana figured his grandparents were in town or something and decided to take off early too.

She texted Mina, asking her if she was free to hang out. The pinkette responded to her message at lightning speed, sending her the address of a cute new bakery she'd been dying to try. The walk took fifteen minutes or so. She spotted Mina waiting outside, the pink-skinned girl squealing as soon she noticed her. They shared a hug before entering the shop, quickly ordering drinks and a few desserts to share. Mina led her over to a table by the window, her hands clasped under her chin.

"So," she narrowed her black and yellow eyes suspiciously. "Where's your shadow?"

"My what?" Sana leaned forward. Mina followed suit, lowering her voice as if her next words were top secret.

"Bakugou, duh."

"What?" Sana fell back in her chair with a laugh.

Mina waved her hand around dismissively. "You know what I mean. Wherever you are, he's bound to show up sooner or later." The waiter appeared with their order, interrupting the energetic girl before she could go on.

Sana reflected on her friend's words as she sipped on her bubble tea. It was true that Bakugou always seemed to be around whenever she needed help. He'd helped her during the stampede in the halls, as well as telling off that reporter for her. He'd been by her side before the class was separated by the warp villain. While she'd been recovering after the USJ attack, Shoto had briefly mentioned something about her helping Bakugou, though she didn't remember much. The blonde hadn't said a word to her about it, and she'd been too preoccupied with not thinking about USJ.

"I guess I..." she answered softly. "I hadn't noticed."

Mina paused mid-sentence, having already moved onto another topic. Some third year gossip she'd heard from Hagakure, who'd overheard some upperclassman whispering about it during break. She'd noticed how her friend had been pushing herself harder since the villain attack. How busy she was with training. Mina hadn't been there with her when she was attacked, but she'd seen the damage inflicted on the villains. Afterwards, Kirishima mentioned how strange Sana had acted right before the teachers' arrival.

"You'd tell me, right?" Mina pressed, her pretty face troubled. "If something was wrong?"

It was odd hearing the bright, cheerful girl suddenly sound so serious. It didn't fit her character at all. Sana forced a radiant smile, wanting any doubts about her or their friendship to disappear. She trusted Mina, she really did, but she didn't want to burden her with her problems, especially when she was still trying to figure them out herself.

"Of course," Sana assured her. "We're best friends after all."

A scarred, yet handsome face came to mind. She wondered if it was normal for best friends to hide things from each other. In Recovery Girl's office, Shoto had implied that she'd betrayed him in some way. If only she knew what the hell he was talking about.

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Don’t Let Me Fall (Too Far From Grace)

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cw: Major religious trauma for Y/n, enjoy. Swears, violence, cults, misogyny, self-mutilation, public abuse, parental abuse, attempted murder, self-defense, poison

A/n: a short glimpse into the makings of dadzawa; with an angsty Y/n religious quirk struggle

 summary: There’s a part of Shouta that hates his job. While he can handle the annoying brats, unstable quirks, rude comments, life-threatening danger, and annoying hours, there’s just some things not even Shouta could tolerate.  There’s a girl in his class. She’s nice but a little too quiet for it to sit right. He’s a teacher, been one for years and was a hero for much longer-- He knows the signs when he sees them.

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“Brother Haruka,”

“Father Y/l/n; it’s always a pleasure.” Clasped forearms greeted one another, eye to eye they examined the other. Smiles filled each room and yet the tension was so thick, thick, thick; she looked to her mother but found a void in her place.

It crept into Y/n’s throat like sludge, chocking on the breath that filled her lungs as she swallowed for the fiftieth time that service. The eyes that followed, the eyes that glared, the eyes that widened, all at her, at her, at her. She kept her head down. 

The family of five- a strong pastor father, the beautiful but sickly motherly wife, the silent eldest son, and the perfect youngest daughter. And Y/n, lost somewhere in the mess of facades they seemed to exchange so rapidly.

Or maybe lost was the wrong word, seeing as everyone could find her, the daughter of the pastor, the picture-perfect symbol of what they stood for, quirkless, pure, devine; up until four months ago. 

Four months ago, when her world changed.

1-A kept a keen eye on Y/n, her silent passing and downcast eyes demanded attention from the rowdy bunch, but it was her appearance that caught them off guard the most. 

Denki had asked about them once, resulting in a panic attack and mute classmate which lasted a week before she would speak in a quiet, fragile tone. It got worse before it got better. 

She could feel them-- the eyes, eyes, eyes. Following her, ridiculing her, judging her. It broke Shouta’s heart.

“She’s just a girl, our little girl,”

“It’s a heathen!”

“She’s done nothing wrong,”

“It’s got horns god bless me!”

“Dear, she’s still our Y/n, our little angel,”

Her knees were pulled to her chest, listening silently at the top of the stairs to the hushed and not so hidden argument of her parents. Y/n’s father damning her, and her mom, desperately trying to cling to her life.

“That thing’s no angel-- it’s the devil.”

“What are you doing out here, kid?”  Aizawa cringed inside watching the girls entire body stiffen. 

“I’m sorry sir, I'll go back inside.” Her wide eyes became fixed on the floor, shoulders slouched but still full of twisted anxiety.

“You’re not in trouble, Y/l/n.”

“I’m not?” Her face stayed down, but she was finally looking directly at him, so Shouta counted this as a win.

“No,” he walked to the railing she had previously been leaning against, “There’s no rules against being on the rooftop. I just thought you might get cold.” He gestured to her head when he said that, causing her to flinch softly.

“I see.”

She still scurried away, leaving the concerned teacher by himself on the rooftop.

The horns that began to grew from the front corners of Y/n’s skull had been easily hideable when she noticed the growths. She teased her hair, wore headbands, dawned a head-scarf for modesty, but then her sister accidentally pulled it off her head during dinner, exposing them to the entire family. 

That was the first night Emi had crawled into Y/n’s bed and cried since she was six and saw her big sister be punished for the first time. Punished. 

The Shinja were many things, devote, united, pure, and forgiving. They believed in one thing above all else, God’s eternal and limitless magnanimity. For a sin their must be penitence, must be a beg for forgiveness. 

For Y/n, this meant one thing.

It started small, Y/n found a scarf waiting for her on the railing when she made her way to the roof that night. It was nice, it was warm; something Y/n struggled with being. 

Then Aizawa would stop by when it turned past midnight, sending the quiet girl back inside to stop her from catching a cold. And now, they coexist.

“Was--” she paused before shaking her head, looking back out to the grounds behind UA. 

“What is it, kid?” He paused for an answer before breaking, “You can ask questions you know.”

“Was Iida right?”

Silence. 

“That’s really up to you. At the end of the day, you decide what kind of hero you want to be. Your hero uniform is a big part of that identity, so if you think that’s a necessary part of that then you should keep it.”

Y/n played with the delicate silver cross dangling from the chain across her neck before looking up to the sky, just like Aizawa saw her do earlier during class.

“Kay.”

The conversation from the classroom had been a tense one to say the least. Iida, in his self-correct but oblivious way, asked the quiet girl, “Don’t you think it may be offensive to wear a cross as part of your hero costume? Won’t people feel imposed upon? Besides, very few people are catholic after the development of the quirk gene. Would it not, perhaps, be a better choice to remove that aspect from your uniform?”

Y/n had, at the time, only responded briefly, “Why would people be offended by a necklace?”  Everyone looked up to the mounds above her head. No one said a thing. 

A few days later he finally broke, “It was surprising I suppose. Not like I care, but people aren’t really religious anymore.”

She tried not to think about it, and she continued to try not to think about it long after she had left the rooftop. People aren't really religious anymore. Y/n tried to think through what makes a religion a religion, where things started to turn after quirks were made. Some religions embraced them as a new moral test of god, others claimed it disproved God entirely. Some drew strange connections claiming the bible predicted it all along.

Y/n is sitting in her room when it happens. She's absent-mindedly rolling her silver cross necklace between her fingers while ignoring her homework when she things- it would be so much easier if I wasn't religious anymore.

It felt dirty, like a dangerous secret. What does it mean to be religious on a personal level? She isn't allowed on the campound, let alone in the church. She doesn't read the scripture any more, nor does she pray genuinely. After a few cafeteria visits with Kaminari keeping her company she's even began to speak the lord's name in vain. Yet Y/n is so sure, in her heart and center of everything, that there is spirit within her.

She thinks about the religion she learned about the first time someone called her hometown a cult. She googled what the word meant and learned about a different group, a group that drank poison and passed away as a whole. Y/n can't think of another species that would do that and thinks they must have spirit.

The eyes from the pews followed her as she walked, head bowed as she pushed forward, past every person she ever knew, towards her father. Her father who forgave her, who actually forgave her. Forgave her monstrous appearance, was willing to look past the disgusting curse she had. She loves her father. So she kneeled willingly before the cross and bowed her head fifty times before turning on her knees towards her father.

A hush fell over the chapel.

She accepted the holy blade from her father.

She lifted it above her head. 

The scream echoed through the room, bounding back towards her from the walls it landed on. The blade moved back and forth, until her world became deathly still.

Her father placed his hand upon her head, gently ending the assault. “You’re doing well, my child.” Each following day was ended with her in the privacy of her family's bunker, penance following shortly after. 

She was repenting for her sins, but there was a silent acknowledgment among everyone. For Y/n, who never stopped sinning, there must be constant repentance. Nothing short of unyielding devotion. The days blurred together, so did her memory. 

Y/n looked up at the board, eyes coated with gloss and filled to the brim with pain, pain, misery. ‘Quirkless Study.’ A lesson on discrimination, of differences, of acceptance. Forty seven minutes of something she’d kill to get out of-- something she’d die to get out of. 

The class wasn’t today, thank God, but it was soon. Soon, being tomorrow. Tomorrow, class, quirkless, pure thing, stuck, school, mistake, thing, thing, thing. Words echoed through her head, too fast for Y/n too pick them apart, too fast to be remembered, just fast enough to hurt. 

Y/n stayed on the roof from after school to midnight, far too long in the cold, too long without eating, too long for no body to have noticed.

“Fucking hell, kid. Why are you out here?”

Aizawa-Sensai dropped in and wrapped his scarf around Y/n’s shaking body, noting both the absent look in her eyes and the festering fear lying just beneath the surface.

"Y/l/n? Are you with me?"

What a silly question. Of course she was with him, they're on the same rooftop– he's got a hand lying gently on her shoulder.

"Because you seem a little far away."

And didn't that make so much sense. Because they were right next to each other, much like how her dad was right in front of her, yet both of them were miles away from where Y/n was.

"I'm sorry, sensei."

He froze, "it's Allright, Y/n, it's going to be okay."

The need to gasp for air clued her in that she'd started to cry. The warm tears burned her frigid skin.

"Hey, hey," Aizawas voice rumbled deep in his chest, "careful there." He tapped her knuckles which had turned white with the force she had been digging her nails into her arms.

"I don't want to go to school tommorow."

She winced but he didn't answer her. Saying the words out loud felt different than the mantra from her head. It all seems a little silly now. Y/n wanted to be a hero after all, and here she was; scared to go to class.

The man leveled his eyes with her and sighed, raising a hand between her two curled horns and patting the top of her head.

"It's not silly, Y/n."

She wrinkled her nose at him, unsure of his meaning and was floored when he began to laugh. "You mutter, but that's okay. You don't have to be a hero yet; not today and not tomorrow. For now you are still a child, and you deserve to feel the safety that should come with that."

It felt odd, to feel so cold you want to shiver and yet melt from the inside out. Maybe, maybe that was true. Maybe she will be a hero in a few years, maybe less. But tonight she wasn't, tonight she could feel as little as that sentence made her. Small and safe, so fucking fragile but perfectly protected.

It made her want to cry.

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and there we have it. I know it's a little random but I feel like sometimes we carry the weight of lifetimes with us and forget how young we are in the grand scheme of things. It's okay. We'll figure this out together.

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I love to draw the elf Zashi and the witcher Aizawa! This is my second comic I'm drawing, so I don't know for sure if I'm doing it right / Я люблю рисовать эльфа Заши и ведьмака Айзаву! Это мой второй комикс, который я рисую, поэтому я не уверен, правильно ли я это делаю... А ещё я в последнем кадре забыл два меча

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Kaz's Writing Highlight Reel

My personal favorite scenes and moments to write in all the fics I currently have on my masterlist

My Hero Academia

What's Left Unsaid (from part 3)

Just by observing his face, something changed. He was ready for another plan, another attempt of some kind. Maeko would have to make this believable. Obviously the only way to convince Kugo, was just to make an honest attempt.

She took a deep breath and darted to his side. She attempted to kick his head but she was caught. And pinned again. That was a much shorter attempt than she would have liked.

"What was that about winning, Maeko?"

She really shouldn't have activated her quirk. She knew it was a mistake before she did it, but despite this not being anywhere near part of the plan, this was probably the clearest intent he's spoken with all morning.

The lights in the room turned a deep red that she hadn't seen in quite some time, and it took everything Maeko had to keep herself together. Breathing deeply, she made a slow and deliberate movement as her hand wandered up his shoulder and stayed on his chest. "So, it hasn't occurred to you that I might be exactly where I want to be?"

"I don't see why you would want to be here, seeing as you've lost again." Kugo replied.

"Really?" She asked. "You don't see why I might want to be pinned to the mats beneath you, at all?"

Maeko gently curled his shirt into her fist, ever so slightly making him lean closer. "Kugo, if you wanted to be on top, you just had to ask."

He was close enough that she could feel him tense for a second before relaxing. His guard was down.

In one swift movement, Maeko forced him up and rolled him to the side, successfully pinning him under her. Though 'pinning' was a loose term. Kugo was large enough that even sitting on top his stomach meant only one of her knees, on either side of him, could be touching the ground at a time, but Maeko was clearly getting her point across.

"Though, I'm not at all opposed to this view either." She gave a toothy smirk as she peered down at him. "And you're a lot heavier than you look." She noted how much force she had to exert just to get him to roll, even when his guard was down.

Kugo's hands went to her thighs, and it only took a small pull on his part to teeter her forward to where she had to hold her hands on either side of his head just to stop from smacking her forehead into his nose.

He didn't say anything, though there must have been a lot going through his head to be staring with such intensity. Maeko, for her part, stayed still, wrestling with her own thoughts as she waited, wide eyes, for him to make just one move. Or was this his way of trying to get her to make a decision?

If she were to make the move, what would she do? Kiss him? Right here, right now? Right before they were to supposedly make a public spectacle of their relationship? That didn't seem like a wise idea. Though, every second his hands stayed on her legs, she was all the more tempted to just abandon work.

Suddenly, there was a noise at the top of the stairs, which forced Maeko to get off Kugo and reorient herself in record time. "Good morning, Kazu!"

I don't think it's a secret that I'm a sucker for sexual tension in sparring scenes. Considering that I've written three different spars in three different fics and two out of three have been for sexual tension, I think it's safe to say this shit is my weakness.

Plus I just think this scene works very well for these two characters. Maeko is very smug, and I love writing her and Kugo in situations where they understand each other without needing to say much of anything. I love when I can make their actions speak louder than words, hence the title I chose for this series.

In Loving Memory (from part 1)

"It's not easy to calm down about this. It's been almost fifteen years since I've had to trust someone with the memory of me." She was going to start rambling if he let her keep going.

"It's ok. Don't worry about that yet. Now, tell me why again you don't trust me." He said.

"Because I never trust anyone. You're not different, you're not special. But as of a week ago, you are the only person on the planet that knows who I am." She explained.

"Alright, so we've established that you don't trust me any more than everyone else. Which is understandable. I met you a week ago." He followed along. "But since I do remember you, and we don't have a way to fix that beyond extreme violence, we need to figure something else out. You said there was no reason you should trust me. In the event of someone having memories of you, what would make you trust them with that information?'

Shizune thought for a second. "I need to know that person won't tell others about me. I need to be a complete secret."

"That's great, because I don't want to talk to anyone about you." He deadpanned.

"But how can I be sure that you won't be convinced by one of your friends to talk about me? How do I know that Yamada or Kayama can't ask the right question to get you to talk about me?"

"First, I'm an underground hero, just like you. If you don't want anyone to know about you, then nobody will know about you." He promised. "And second, I don't even want to tell them about myself, let alone make an effort to tell them about you."

"Fair enough…" She shrugged. "But I still don't know you. For all I know you could be lying about this."

"And for that, we'll have to trust each other." Shouta figured. "How about I give you a piece of information about me that I don't want people knowing?"

"You would do that?"

"I don't want to, but it's fair. I'd be essentially letting you hold me hostage." He explained. "If someone ends up knowing about you in any way that you haven't given them, then you have this information to do what you want with."

Shizune looked him up and down. "What makes you think I need something true to do that?"

"You don't, but this is supposed to be a gesture of trust."

"Oh yeah…." She remembered. "You do realize it'll have to be something genuinely secret. Something you would literally rather die than have other people know about."

"Which is the issue. I don't think there's anything I would have a problem with other people knowing."

Immediately Shizune lit up with a wicked smile across her face. His students should be glad he doesn't smile like that. "I bet I can find something."

"I will bet you can't." He deadpanned. "Not that I think your investigation skills are lacking, there's just nothing for you to find."

"More mysterious men than you have said that to me and been so. very. wrong." She chuckled, taking a step closer to him. He didn't like the sound of that, but if it meant she could find something that would make her less of a lunatic, then he would let her investigate.

"If you're that confident in yourself, then you have my permission to poke around in my life until you find something." Shouta allowed. "But I don't think you needed my permission in the first place."

"Eh, I don't stalk people unless I need to for work." She shrugged. "I'll see you around."

I promise I will update this eventually. I wanted to challenge myself with writing a character that was completely unhinged, yet still somewhat likeable. I don't know if I succeeded in this first part, but the next will be more detailed.

However, my biggest concern was actually being able to capture Shouta's energy correctly, and I made a post about it before this went up. I was so worried about writing him out of character, but in the end I was so proud of this scene, because I think I did a very good job capturing his apathy as well as his reasoning. It's unconventional, but I do love this pair, and I think Aizawa would end up accidentally falling in love with someone nobody would ask about as well as someone as wild as Shizune.

In Loving Memory of Old Friends

But what stood out the most in the picture was that Sir was smiling. More than likely laughing at something that was said as his attention was on Kiokuro.

"I know there aren't many photos of Mirai, because he didn't like appearing in front of cameras. He was always really camera shy." She said. "Even if you searched for years, you probably couldn't find a picture of him smiling. And since you of all people know what it was like to see him smile, I figured you deserved to have something to remember him like that."

Mirio was on the verge of tears, but was stopping himself from crying. "They couldn't even find a photo of him happy for the funeral." He remembered.

"That picture was taken at the celebration of him finally being able to open The Sir Nighteye Hero Agency." She offered the context. "Centipeder was actually the one that took the photo. He took it right after I gave Mirai my application to work under the Nighteye agency."

I knew early on in the concept of Shizune's character that I wanted her to be a third year teacher for some kind of investigation course. However, one of the perks of that would be her connection to the third year students that we see in canon. After working out the mechanics of her quirk, I realized she would have been a great fit for Sir Nighteye's strategy in his hero work. After all, he'd need someone to gather all that information for the Overhaul invasion, and in canon, he just says he has sources that can just tell him a lot about the compound. Might as well make Shizune one of those sources.

But I really liked writing this because one of my favorite things about writing OC stories in the space of canon, is that I can expand on the canon story in whatever way I want. I can give more nuance and depth to Mirio and Nighteye's friendship/mentorship, and I can write Mirio's grief in a way we don't really get to explore it in MHA, because Mirio isn't the main character.

Not to say that I can write it better than the creator, but yes I can, Mineta should die a painful death.

Star Wars

Between Regulations and Protocols (from part 2)

"You know as well as I do that Konstantine will not be so easy to convince." He said. "The only reasoning that Konstantine respects is military rank or status."

"What are you suggesting, Thrawn?" She finally broke.

"I can bring the situation to the attention of Grand Moff Tarkin, and at the very least, I can temporarily seize control of the occupation and give your people the place you need for your tradition or aid you in convincing Konstantine." He offered.

To say Ceka was taken aback by the offer was an understatement. It looked as though she had to physically stop herself from flinching when she finally processed exactly what Thrawn was suggesting. "Not even you would offer such a massive contribution without a promise of something in return."

She was sharp. "All I desire is the opportunity to study your Tribe's tradition for myself."

"You want an invitation." Ceka pieced together. "That's it?"

Thrawn nodded. "Your Tribe's tradition of keeping an oral history among its people instead of a written record makes it difficult for me to study the culture for myself. As you may have deduced, learning of arts and cultures foreign to my own is a passion of mine." He explained. "If I cannot study by my usual methods, I want to find an alternative. The way you explain it tells me the best way is to experience it for myself."

Ceka considered something for a minute, looking over his expression carefully. "That's really all you want?"

"Yes." He stated firmly. "Is that so difficult to believe?"

"A little." She agreed. "When you suggested coming to Shili with me, I was going to invite you anyway. It's not exactly a closed event."

Thrawn allowed himself to find the irony in that. "Give me a day. We can depart by tomorrow morning."

It is a generally accepted headcanon in the fandom that Thrawn joined the military to pay for his art history major. And when it comes to the most innocent of his motivations, writing his commitment to the study of art is the most fun. I don't think it's a stretch of the imagination to say that Thrawn would offer to use his rank to help someone in exchange for the opportunity to study some art.

As for between him and Ceka, I like the familiarity I get to write between them. This fic has a few time skips in it where there isn't really any plot, or romance happening, but the two of them are really only becoming more comfortable around each other in a system that was not designed to make them comfortable. And the way that Thrawn so shamelessly asks for an invitation is quite amusing to Ceka.

Doom

They Called Her Mania (from part 2)

"What the fuck did you do, Mania!?" 

"I was hoping power had been cut off to the facility, but I guess the old electric lines are still kicking in Peru." She laughed. "Stay tuned, we're about to have company!" 

"You're either insane or just stupid."

"My dude, I’m literally called ‘Mania!’ This one’s kinda on you."

His apparatus was fucked, so he couldn't have new guns teleported to him like he usually would. All he had was a semi-automatic rifle and this thing ate up ammo like a bitch. Not to mention he had to keep Mania alive, and take her orders to get the scanner out of here. 

The first wave ran in from the lower levels mostly imps, and a hell knight or two. Slayer took aim at the imps and managed to trim their numbers down by half. He could only take out one hell knight before noticing the level they came in on had a few imps and another hell knight barreling in. 

"Mania, you have incoming!" He called out. 

"Incoming!? Make them stop coming, I'm busy!" 

"I'm also a little busy at the moment!" 

"I don't have a weapon, dipshit!" She growled. 

"Then improvise!" 

Only a few seconds went by before there was a thunderous explosion from around where she was working. 

"The hell was that!?" 

"I fucking improvised! I've almost got it open, but the other fluctuating cell is gonna blow." She warned before another explosion sounded. 

The upper part of the room filled with smoke and he could hear Mania coughing. But the echo soon became shallow, telling him she was now inside the rig, trying to get the scanner out. 

"How's it going out there?" She asked. 

"Just perfect." He noted. "We just gotta hope nothing bigger shows up." 

There was a low screech from the upper level. The doorway was busted open and a Baron of Hell launched itself at the rig, clutching the side just above the Slayer. 

"Oh yeah, you just had to test it, didn't you?" She groaned. 

Slayer rolled his eyes, and scrambled up the side of the rig away from the baron to hopefully gather more ammo before it could attack. "You want me to knock on wood or something? Back in my day, shit was made out of wood!" 

"Back in your day? Jesus, how old are you!?" 

He loaded a new mag into the gun, looping around the curve to shoot down at the baron. "That's a surprisingly difficult question to answer!" 

The bullets did almost nothing against the baron and he was running out of them fast. 

The banter between these two basically wrote itself, and to this day, I don't think I've been able to capture this kind of back and forth between two characters in any of my fics. This is the product of two people that are forced to trust each other, realizing that they are actually a very good pair.

Banter is usually a challenge to write without just making it read like the characters actually hate each other, and this scene convinced me that I could do it. Not to mention, this is the first scene where I really lay down the groundwork for the two of them falling in love. Considering the Slayer doesn't actually have a lot of canon characterization other than being quiet and menacing, I had a lot to work with in regards to writing the story how I want to.

Arcane

Fuck Around and Find Out (from part 4)

"So, what was he studying?" Devo asked, making Viktor jump slightly with a small yelp when she showed up out of nowhere. 

"How did you get in here?" He asked. 

"Did you forget the sheriff is basically my mother?" 

"Ah, right." He remembered. "I don't know, the Professor never told me what Mr. Talis was studying." 

"That's gonna make this a lot harder on him than it has to be." Devo deduced. 

"Heimer seems to feel differently." 

"Heimer isn't on trial." She said, "The other councilors are going to eat him alive when they think a little too long about how he blew up a building and they have nothing to blame for it other than his own gross negligence." 

"You make a fair point." Viktor agreed. "Unless of course, he was studying something far more condemning that makes such a dangerous oversight seem malicious." 

"Wanna bet on it?" She asked. Viktor returned her gaze with a mischievous smile. "I'll bet twenty gold that he'll blame it on ignorance of volatile materials." 

"Thirty that he will fall apart and use the research as justification for the accident." He bet. 

"Those two are not mutually exclusive. What if he does neither?" 

"Then we're both out of luck." 

"And what if he does both?" She asked. 

"Then the two of us have fifty gold to perhaps go on a proper date." Viktor suggested, making her nearly freeze. 

"A-Are you asking me out on the odds of man's criminal trial?" 

"Well when you say it like that, it does not sound nearly as romantic, but yes, I believe I am."

It was audacious, smug, and downright absurd. It was just Viktor. "Alright, you're on." 

When I write dialogue for canon characters, I especially take care to keep them in character. I need to be able to hear the voice of Viktor when I write lines for him. So when it came to Devo and Viktor settling into a dynamic that I could be proud of, I first write them platonically, then I add the romantic aspects. I feel this moment captures their dynamic especially well.

They start off simply talking about the topic of Jayce's trial as though they are friends that are just equally involved in this mess at the moment. They strike a bet because they just want to mess around in a way they both relate to. Then Viktor simply opens the possibility of a romantic angle. It was between this scene and the scene where Viktor and Devo are talking about their shared troubles with dating in the past. And how most people don't accept that their work is the reason they enjoy life. Both Viktor and Devo exist as a way to enjoy more of life than just their work. Maybe they'll enjoy going home as much as they enjoy working in the future.

The Least Sane Moments (from part 4)

"Just ask what you're trying to figure out, Vander."

"It's not important to ask right now." He said.

"That's a roundabout way of saying you're too scared to ask." She pointed out. "I've questioned thousands of people in my life, and you've been more nervous than half of them all day. You're not the type to avoid a question."

Vander let out a long sigh, and closed the door behind him. He stepped over to her slowly and sat down on the floor with his back resting against the bed. He was close enough to reach out and touch. "I'm scared to ask because the answer is just for me. And I know it's a sore subject for you."

Mita brought her fingers to his hair, and Vander dropped his head back as soon as she brushed through, occasionally guiding her nails across his scalp. This was softer than his beard, but Mita was trying not to think about it too much, even if whatever this was had as much of a calming effect on her as was clear with Vander's expression.

"You can always ask. I won't disappear because you asked something you wanted to know."

She could feel him relax against the mattress. "It's terrifying the way you don't take care of yourself, Mita."

"I'm starting to get that." She agreed, thinking of Ekko for a second.

"I'm trying to figure out why." He said.

That confused her. "Why what?"

"Why are you so scared of him?" He asked. "I can tell it goes beyond losing a fight."

Her hand froze where it was in his hair. Immediately she could tell that Vander was trying to understand this from her perspective. He had never crossed a line that she hadn't allowed him to, and even then, he always let her take control to stop him if she wanted to. Even now he knew that Mita would be just as scared to answer as he was to ask, and he gave her fair warning before he even said the words.

What surprised Mita more than him asking, was that she wanted to tell him. But there was a wall in her throat that stopped her from just spitting it out. What was once a wall that shielded her was now an obstacle.

"I-I need more time." She said.

"You can say it's too much." He offered. "I won't take it personal."

"No, I just-" her fingers ran through his hair again as more of a comfort to herself. "I want to tell you. Just give me some time to think of how to say it."

"How long?" Vander asked.

"I'm sure I can figure it out by tonight." Mita answered, forcing herself to take her hand out of his hair and let him get up.

Can you tell yet that writing the dynamics of relationships is my favorite part of writing? Obviously, Mita and Vander look a lot different than a pair like Devo and Viktor. And a lot of that has to do with the maturity of the characters themselves. Mita has a lot of experience reading people, and Vander's wisdom shows itself in both respecting what Mita has said she has a rough time with and how he trusts her to simply say what she wants instead of beating around it. If they want to clear something up, they just ask even if it takes a while to work up to saying something, instead of leaving it up to interpretation.

I like this moment especially because it's the first bridge that Mita shows to actually trusting Vander. This is her saying she wants to reach out, but she wants to make it clear that she doesn't know how to just yet. This scene reminds me of a headcanon that @gatnalien sent me on how Mita enjoys soft, silly moments, and I really liked that concept. The physical affection she shows Vander in this scene is just as important as her telling him that she's working up the courage to have a serious and vulnerable conversation with him.

Devil of the Crossroads (from part 3)

The office door was closed, but not locked. Without knocking, she walked in, finding Silco speaking with Sheriff Marcus.

The two of them went silent, watching her stroll in like the two of them were trespassing on her property.

"Do you need something, Pepper?" Silco asked quite sure of himself and his power, taking his attention away from her to appear as though she was just another goon in front of Marcus. Too bad she wouldn't be playing along.

"I got a question." She said, calmly, taking slow, meandering steps up to Silco's desk and plopping the folded map, blotched with the blood of his employee. "How many maps did it take you to find the audacity to do what you did?"

Silco glared up at her. "Is that all-"

She cut him off by stabbing the map with his goon's knife, also still stained with blood.

"Leave us, Marcus." The Enforcer all but sprinted out, closing the door. The two of them were left in a scorching silence.

Pepper braced herself against the desk, staring down at him. "Silco, I'm more than obliged to work for you. I'll take your orders, and your blood money at your bar. Hell, I'll put blood on the money myself for you should the need arise." She didn't look away from his healthy eye, just to ensure he kept looking at her.

"But there are only two people in this world that I'll choose over you every time. And you're the only man I've ever known to be dumb enough to try holding a knife against both of 'em." She spat. "I suggest you think over your next words carefully. Else I regret being gracious enough to ask you to speak at all."

Silco, who had looked ready to make his case, or reinforce his threat, stayed silent. Instead he reached slender fingers into a vest pocket and handed her a folded piece of paper.

Pepper took it, and opened it immediately. It was an address. One she didn't recognize but she knew where it was. It was actually fairly close to the bar. "What's here?"

"The address of the man that I sent to give your daughter a message meant for you." Silco explained. "I did not permit him to attack your child."

It was a peace offering. "And you don't care what happens to him."

"He knows he is no longer in my good graces, but he did not trespass against me. If anyone should decide hia fate, it would be you." Silco said.

"And you expect me to believe, what? That my daughter is safe because you're offering that fucker's head instead of yours?" Pepper asked. "Would you believe me if it were Jinx?"

Silco gave a small smile. "I couldn't let my people think I'd just let you get away with your stunt without threatening something." He explained. "However, Sevika made one or two good points last night in your favor. Your real repayment for the stunt you pulled will be fixing the problem you caused."

Pepper stood up, glaring down at him with sharp observation. "And, you want me to go back downstairs like I learned my lesson?"

"Essentially." Silco agreed. "Believe it or not, regardless of the stupidity you've shown, I respect your loyalty to your friend, and now your daughter. I'm trying to reach a compromise."

"A compromise." Pepper echoed, taking a few steps to round his desk and lean against the surface next to him. She thought for a moment about how it would play out if she took his offer. "I don't accept it."

No surprises here. I loved this scene so much, I wrote it twice. So, I haven't been super vocal about how I write Silco, but I personally headcanon him as being demisexual and demiromantic. Devil of the Crossroads, will be a much more plot driven story than most of my other fics that are romance driven. Pepper and Silco will have a lot of development between the two of them before either of them start seeing each other in any romantic or sexual way.

However, what that does mean is that I get to give Silco and Pepper a very platonically loyal relationship, and it starts with the two of them seeing each other for their strengths, and filling in each other's weaknesses. But I love this scene for a very simple reason: I absolutely love writing Pepper's threats. She's a character that has spent a long time learning to be confident in herself, and I love showing it in how she faces people in positions of power. She doesn't care how much money you have or who you command, she knows what she's capable of, and you need to pray you don't find out.

Innocent Schemes and Guilty Consciences (from part 1)

Perhaps she was some kind of sorceress, but he wasn't about to question this gift she's given him.

"A flawless execution if I do say so myself." Vivian lauded.

"I certainly couldn't have done it myself." He said. "But if I want my story to remain solid, I really should get you home."

"My knight in shining armor, surely." She did stumble in her heels, but she clung to his arm for stability. "Humor me for a moment if you're willing. What made you so eager to leave the gala?"

"I don't like to waste my time on events like those." He answered honestly. "Especially when I have someone waiting for me at home."

"I uh… I apologize if I was a bit too forward. I didn't see a ring, so I assumed-"

"Don't worry about it, I'm not currently married." He held her hand on his arm perhaps a bit too obviously to stop her from pulling away. "My daughter. She's probably waiting up, way past her bedtime for me to come home."

"Your daughter." Vivian repeated. "How old is she?"

"She turned four in the spring." He chuckled. "She's just learning to read and I can't seem to get enough books on her shelf to satisfy her."

She hugged closer to his arm as she laughed with him. "With intellect like that, she'll rule us all."

"Ah, well I can only hope not to raise a tyrant, then." He laments.

"Sounds like you have your work cut out for you." She says, coming to a stop in front of a modest apartment complex. "I wouldn't want to keep you any longer."

"I believe my job here is done, seeing as you made it here in one piece."

"You are relieved of your duty for the night, Sheriff." Vivian takes his guiding hand up to the door. "Of course you're welcome to come by Cradles any time if you want a drink after a long day. Or if you're looking for another innocent scheme to pull."

"Hmm, if it hadn't come in handy, I might be concerned about your willingness to be an accomplice to conspiracy, Vivian."

It was worth it to hear her laugh one more time. "Until next scheme, Marcus."

He watched as Vivian eventually disappeared behind the door. As eager as he had been to leave the party, having her leave his company felt too soon.

It had been a long time since he'd smiled that much.

So, I was chatting with someone on a discord server I'm a member of, and I broached the topic of writing a fic where I put Marcus in a romantic light. It was a strange move, as a few people suggested, but really, I wanted to write this as a way of exploring Marcus' character in a different way than we see in the series. Obviously, he is a very gray character, but we really only get to see him through his fear and his guilt. I wanted to explore a story where I could show him beyond that.

My next chapters will definitely feature Vivian more, as the audience gets to see her character more, but I particularly enjoyed writing this scene because of how unapologetically fluffy it is. When I was chatting in discord, we also figured Marcus would be a character to take new relationships very slowly. Between Vivian's patience and Marcus' situation, I think the rest of this series will be very fun to write.

#kugo x maeko #kugo sakamata x oc #shouta aizawa x oc #shouta x shizune #mha mirio #doomguy x oc #doom slayer x mania #viktor x oc #viktor x devoan #vander x minute #vander x oc #silco x oc #silco x pepper #marcus x oc #marcus x vivian #mha fanfiction #mha oc #arcane oc #arcane fanfic #doom oc #doom fanfiction

[secretqueennacho]

Teacher's Pet

charecters : aizawa , you

Summary : a small fantasy of yours changes into reality with your teacher or more specifically aizawa

You sat there, the sound of the A.C drowned out the other noises in class. you bit the end of your pen slightly as you tried to concentrate on the notes Mr. Aizawa was writing on the board.

Your eyes trailed over his face, following every feature; from his stubble to his scar, nose, lips and eyes.

Black eyes stared at you as you snapped out of it and wrote down what he finished writing.

You felt your heart racing as you realized you got caught staring at him; not writing down the notes but staring at him. your cheeks bloomed a pink colour as you continued to write.

(Y/n), since you were obviously distracted, would you care to tell the rest of your peers, the third rule for this semester's lesson course?"

He stared at you, a subtle smirk formed and disappeared the next millisecond.

He raised an eyebrow at you, waiting for your response. Your mind went blank, you realized you never wrote down anything at the beginning of the lesson. Your eyes went wide as you stared at something that was next to him.

"U-uh... i don't.." you trailed off and felt really stupid as to why you didn't write anything down.

He sighed and looked directly at you, "Next time pay attention. Or you'll be staying after class as detention."

He turned back to the board.

You didn't really think not paying attention would cause you to actually be in detention.

Yea, not so long after Mr. Aizawa called you out for not paying attention you managed to get in trouble.

You facepalmed and stared at the class door knob, debating to actually go forth and stay in a classroom where you and this desirable man are alone for a whole 2 hours. Yea, nothing like 'Pure' thoughts.

You gulped and knocked on the door.

"You, wanted to see me, Mr. Aizawa?" You questioned as you walked into the classroom, you felt your breathing hitch as you seen him leaned over the desk working on yesterday's papers.

The top part of his hair tied into a small messy bun with a few strands, eyes lowered with a tired glaze and his forearms showing from his sleeves being rolled up. "yes, it's a few things actually.

I want you to see these, come closer." His tired voice. heightened your senses. You walked over to him and sat as he gestured you to. He went through the work, and you saw no actual problem to it.

After staring at the problem, you noticed how quiet it was from his side. You looked at him and seen his eyes bore into yours.

"You, wanted to see me, Mr. Aizawa?" You questioned as you walked into the classroom, you felt your breathing hitch as you seen him leaned over the desk working on yesterday's papers.

The top part of his hair tied into a small messy bun with a few strands, eyes lowered with a tired glaze and his forearms showing from his sleeves being rolled up. "yes, it's a few things actually.

I want you to see these, come closer." His tired voice. heightened your senses. You walked over to him and sat as he gestured you to.

He went through the work, and you saw no actual problem to it. After staring at the problem, you noticed how quiet it was from his side. You looked at him and seen his eyes bore into yours.

Your cheeks flared, and you cleared your throat to speak but got cut off by a paper being shown to you. It was writing about Mr. Aizawa and how he caused you to catch feelings for him.

"Care to explain?" You stayed still and looked back at him. "It was a joke." You blurted out then cringed after, God how fucking stupid are you?! You thought.

He smirked and moved a bit closer, his breath on your lips as your eyes stayed on his. "It took a while to understand how you acted different towards me from the other students."

He whispered in a sultry voice as he placed a hand on your thigh, you blushed and on instinct you squeezed your thighs together. His lips barely touching yours but just enough to feel the feather touches of his lips.

"You- BUrP BURPbURP'

You shot out of bed with sweat on your face and looked around. You stared at your MHA posters and facepalmed. "No more fanfics before bed......." You muttered and slammed your face back into the pillow.

#yandere aizawa #shouta aizawa #aizawa x you #aizawa shota x reader #aizawa smut #aizawa shouta #aizawa x chubby reader #aizawa x female reader #aizawa x black!reader #aizawa x oc #aizawa x y/n #bnha #mha headcanons #mha x poc!reader #mha x oc #mha x gender neutral reader #mha x trans reader #mha x y/n #mha x you #shouta x you #mha x plus sized reader #mha smut

[msnanami]

It will always be you

So I have been writing this story for a while and I am so in love with it. I am in love with sleep deprived men, which means I love Aizawa. I can't write y/n or reader to save my life, so I decided to create a OC.

Pairing: F! OC x Shouta Aizawa

Rating: Mature (Minors DNI!)

Tags/CW: Angst, Fluff, Drug/Alcohol Use, Hurt/Comfort

Trope: Second Chance, Slow burn, Found Family

Summary: Being a superhero definitely had its perk. Saving people, being admired, and being the best role model for the future heroes in training. The downside? That's a taboo topic that needs to be covered perfectly behind the mask. Michelle (or you), or also known as Volten, is the #1 hero in Mexico. She has not been the same ever since the day she graduated and left U.A. without turning back. One day she gets an unexpected visit with an offer as a teacher at U.A. hoping that Michelle can get back on track with her personal life. Little does she know she will be reunited with her first love that also broke her apart.

#archive of our own #fanfiction #aizawa sensei #ao3 #bnha #my hero academia #all might #bnha shouta aizawa #shouta aizawa x reader #aizawa shouta #ao3 fanfic #fanfic #boku no hero academia #angst #mha angst #mha x reader #mha anime #oc #my ocs #original character #yagi toshinori #mha toshinori #mha all might #eraserhead #oc x canon #mha x oc #trauma #i wrote this #i wrote some words #please check it out

[fatkish]

This is my Boku No Hero Academia O.C. in her hero costume. In case you can’t read my handwritten notes I’ll write them below.

Hero name: the observer from the shadows hero Voror

Birthday: April 26

Height: “5’ 2”

Quirk: Angelic Wraith

Her helmet has a screen that can display information, record videos and sounds, act as a communication device and has a built in computer. The helmet protects her face and head from damage as well as cold temperatures. It also has a gas mask/air filtration system.

Her body suit is made of steel infused, fire/water proof and bullet/tear resistant fabric. The suit is designed to keep heat in and cool out to protect her from cold air while flying. This is also why the suit is non conductive to allow her to fly even during lightning strikes so she isn’t shocked.

She wears tactical gloves with reinforced knuckles. She has a cargo sword holster. Each pocket contains first aid supplies such as disinfectant/iodine, medication such as antacids, motion sickness pills, cough drops, headache/painkillers, gauze, sutures, bandages, etc. she also wears tactical knee and shin guards. The side pockets contain survival tools such as flares, fire starters, etc.

Lastly her boots are steel toed and heeled. The soles are made of military grade shock absorbing rubber.

(I drew this myself)

If anyone needs help designing or drawing their own OC please feel free to leave a request

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[pfpanimes]

⌕ boku no hero academia - aizawa shota.

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[homos-in-training]

Incorrect MHA-36 (KaminarixReader)

Class 1-A: [isn't allowed to keep pets]

Y/n and Kaminari: [sneaking in a box through the common area]

Aizawa: What's that?

Box: [meows]

Y/n and Kaminari: [panic and look at each other]

Kaminari: Drugs

Y/n: Food

[Look at each other]

Kaminari: I mean food

Y/n: I mean drugs

Aizawa: [sighs and snatches box from them] [ opens box to reveal kittens]

Aizawa: As your teacher it is my duty to confisticate all forbidden items. So now if you'll excuse me I have to go feed my new baby kittens.

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