#dadzawa x reader

[tealkitty81]

Dadzawa Headcanon for Student Athlete!

Okay, so imagine you're a student at UA who also does sports after school, be that ice skating, soccer, baseball, swimming, etc.

As soon as you were dismissed from class, you'd book it over to practice, all of your gear stored in your backpack. You'd work hard and return back to the dorms between 7:00 and 8:00, your classmates asking where you'd gone.

You often used the excuse that you visited your parents, or went to hang out with some other friends. It was ironic since you had no friends outside of UA, and your parents lived overseas for their jobs.

Mr. Aizawa notices one day that you're looking more worn out than usual. It just so happened to be the morning right after a very late competition, not that you'd ever tell him that. When he asks, you just tell him you'll get more sleep that night and arrive refreshed for class tomorrow, which thankfully, you do.

He shrugs it off at first, but when he notices this happening every week or so, he's suspicious, especially when you're always tired on the same day of the week.

One day, Mr. Aizawa decides to investigate. After he dismisses the class, he waits a few minutes before following you in his car.

At first, he's confused to see you running in the opposite direction of the dorms, still in your school uniform. Before he can scold you, he sees you arrive at your coach's specified practice location.

Mr. Aizawa parks his car and waits for a little until practice starts. He remains a fair distance away and watches you with awe, though it wasn't shown on his face. He began to wonder why you'd kept this talent such a secret.

After practice ends and you leave, Mr. Aizawa approaches the coach and asks for the competition schedule. It's safe to say you were surprised to see your entire high school class cheering you on at the next event.

From that point forward, Mr. Aizawa makes sure he's always there to pick you up from practice. He also makes sure there's at least four of your classmates at every competition, if not, more.

[dadzawa-vibes]

Y/N: You're giving me a sticker?

Aizawa: Not just any sticker. That is a sticker of a kitty saying "Me-Wow."

Y/N: I'm not a preschooler.

Aizawa: *shrugs* Fine, I'll take it back.

Y/N: No. I earned this. Back off.

[mystiqueewrites]

Pro Hero Dads accidentally forget your Birthday

Dadzawa

Probably only forgot because he was too sleepy to think straight (￣┰￣*) So don't worry, he didn't mean to forget your special day :D

Shinsou brought it up when they were training though. And when he realized he was like O-o "oH sH*T I fORGoT tHeiR biRtHdAy"

Then proceeds to scramble back to the dorms to make the two of you coffee, tea, juice, whatever you like to eat and drink then quickly head to your dorm.

After he apologizes for forgetting your birthday, he would insist on staying in your dorm to watch a movie with you (In which he promises to stay awake until curfew but ends up falling asleep 10 minutes into the first movie and you'll have to wake him up 😃🔫)

Dad Gum

He was working on the files for a case he was assigned to when he got a call from Kirishima.

"Hi, Fat Gum sir! I just wanted to let you know that I'll be a little late to the agency today." "Oh, that's fine. Do you mind telling e why though?" "Well, the whole class is celebrating Y/n's birthday toda-" "OI SH*TTY HAIR! THE BALLOONS AREN'T GONNA INFLATE THEMSELVES." "Right! Sorry, Bakubro! I gotta go Fat Gum! See you later!"

Right after Kirishima hung up he was just sitting there like 🤨 'birthday--?' And once it hit him he immediately sped out to start buying your favorite foods for you.

I also feel like he'd be the type to make a birthday card that has so many decorations. His card for you would have stickers, glitter, washi tapes too (courtesy of Eri).

Dad Might

He was helping his successor with One for All when Midoriya got a text from Todoroki.

"Oh! I'm sorry All Might, but I have to go. The others need help putting up decorations for the party." "Party? What party young Midoriya?" "Our class is throwing a party for Y/n's birthday!"

And with that, he ran off back to the dorms leaving a confused All Might behind.

After a while of staring at where Midoriya was previously standing, he started heading to the nearest convenience store to buy your favorite snacks, drinks, candies, and a little birthday greeting card he found by the cashier.

Once he got back to U.A. and sees you, he immediately starts spitting out apologies like it's a chant or something- But then you forgive him and accept his gifts ('cause it's food, duh).

[sorrowfulrosebud]

Thinking about Dadzawa giving his daughter away at her wedding.

Being anxious all day, swallowing down tears as Present Mic is openly sobbing, crying that his little girl is all grown up.

Him tapping away anxiously on his fake leg, a nasty habit you usually tap his hand for.

Putting on his suit as you pop your head round the hotel room door, smiling widely when you see him dressed to the nines for your big day. Hizashi sobs, hugging you both tightly. Aizawa holds you as closely as possible, pressing a small peck to the top of your head. You scamper off tearfully to your makeup stylist, and your fathers don’t see you until it’s time to give you away.

You chose for Aizawa to walk you down the aisle. As much as you love Hizashi, he has a nasty problem of bawling his eyes out. Aizawa was struggling to keep it in though. Finally seeing you in your dress, hair and makeup done perfectly.

He has to choke back a gasp. His baby girl looked so perfect. So much like your mother. Onyx eyes brimmed with red as he moves a stray hair out of your face. Holds you close to him one last time before he gives you away to Bakugou, who was equally as wet in the eyes.

Slowly walking towards the aisle, chest feeling so constricted with pride? Fear? No. He knows just how much Bakugou loves you, and just how much he would die for you, as your father would do the same.

He gives you away with a final hug and a loving forehead kiss, murmuring that he’s so proud of you, before shooting Bakugou a glare that clearly said “hurt my daughter and I’ll rip your throat out”. Bakugou clearly gets the message by holding you close as Eri brings the rings.

He sits with Hizashi, struggling to keep it in. Despite his husband not being able to control his emotions, he simmers down and holds his husband’s hands. His fingers trace gently after their own wedding bands, fond memories of toddler you being their ring-bearer in their own wedding that they had in their living room.

Finally lets the tears fall when the priest allows you to kiss, dabbing his one good eye as he follows everyone to the reception.

Despite his hatred for public attention, he sways with you for the first of two daddy-daughter dances. He still hasn’t been able to stop his tears leaking as you look at him with your own misted orbs. He murmurs to you that you’ll always be his little girl, that you’ll always be welcome in his home.

Aizawa hates that you’re growing up so fast, but can always bully Bakugou if he treats you wrong.

[pjs-everyday]

his “why are you calling me at 3 AM” vs my “why are u awake lol” (he is trying to be threatening but Eri’s doodle throws off the glare) 😇✨

[saintthesigma]

i saw you this time - shota aizawa (dadzawa) ꨄ

warnings: mentions of self-harm, low self-esteem, poor mental health

ft: hey little girl by sophiemarie.b

notes: i love dadzawa dudee

everyone was asleep.

which is why you chose now — again.

the girls’ dorm bathroom was quiet, cold. you sat curled up in the farthest corner, arms wrapped around your legs, long sleeves tugged past your wrists. the mirror lights were off. you didn’t want to see yourself tonight. not again.

you told yourself it didn’t count if it wasn’t that bad.

if you didn’t cry.

if you didn’t break skin.

if no one saw.

but you knew it did.

the pressure in your chest had been building for weeks. school. quirk training. the fake smile you had to wear around everyone. the voice in your head that always whispered:

“they’d care more if you were better. stronger. perfect.”

but you weren’t perfect.

you were just tired.

⸻

you didn’t hear the door open. not until you heard that calm, steady voice that always made you feel just a little safer — even when you didn’t want it to.

“midnight said you were out of bed three times this week,” aizawa said softly. “i thought i’d check tonight.”

you looked up, startled, trying to blink away the panic — the guilt.

he paused at the sight of you.

not in judgement. not in pity.

just… noticing.

your sleeves.

your posture.

your silence.

he walked over, slowly, and crouched down across from you. you looked away, already hating yourself for being seen like this.

“i’m sorry,” you muttered.

“for what?” he asked.

your voice cracked. “for being like this.”

he was quiet for a moment, then said, “you don’t have to apologize for hurting.”

you couldn’t hold it in anymore. the truth slipped out, sharp and helpless.

“can’t get any clearer what I’m doing to myself…”

you didn’t even mean to say it. but once it was out, you couldn’t stop shaking.

aizawa’s expression didn’t change. but his voice lost that tired edge — replaced with something firmer. sadder.

“you think i don’t notice?” he asked. “i’ve seen the way you shut down. the way you isolate. the way you pretend everything’s fine when you’re barely holding on.”

you looked down again, ashamed.

“i thought if i just kept going, someone would finally see me. but I also didn’t want to be a problem.”

“you’re not a problem,” he said immediately.

you blinked.

“you’re a kid,” he said, voice gentler now. “a kid carrying too much on their own. and i should’ve seen it sooner.”

he sat beside you, not trying to fix it. not trying to make you talk. just… there.

“i don’t care what’s in your file. i don’t care if your grades are perfect or if you smile every day. what i care about is this—right now. you. breathing. still here.”

your throat burned.

he looked at you — really looked.

“i know i’m not your father,” he said. “but i care like one. and i’m staying like one. even on the bad days.”

you didn’t say anything for a while. just let yourself lean, just barely, against the shoulder beside you.

for the first time in weeks, you didn’t feel invisible.

[dediezzyyy]

0.1 I have never failed to fail.

Aizawa x platonic student!reader

Synopsis: Father's Day is right around the corner. And you can't stop thinking about how you wish that your sensei was your dad.

Cw: angst, loneliness, insecurities, thoughts of suicide, reader has no father, some cursing, I'm going through the feels rn. This takes place after the war, so reader and classmates are second years.

Nirvana song: you know you're right.

Lithium m.list

It was too much. The yearning, the what-ifs, everything.

Every time you looked at your sensei, your heart throbbed in pain.

Was it too much to ask? Was it too much to wonder if in another universe you had one?

Was it too much to ask if it could be him?

You never had a father. And you almost hated how much it left an impact on you. You didn't really care if people knew that you were fatherless, but you didn't really want to show that it hurt at times.

Your mother was a hard worker, and you loved her to death. So you understood whenever she had to work late and wasn't always able to share time with you. You became used to the quiet dinners at night at a young age, staying awake so that your mother didn't have to come back home in a dark house. You didn't want her to feel alone, and her tired but grateful smile never ceased to make you swing your legs in happiness.

You worked hard to get into UA, and you trained your quirk to the best of your ability. You didn't want to be a burden, so you did your best to help out, and when you got into 1-A, everybody appreciated your generosity and kindness. It made you happy, being able to please your beloved classmates as they spoke words of appreciation towards you. Hah, even Bakugou gave you a nod and a lingering gaze whenever you helped out.

Yet there was one person you oh so dearly wanted to impress, to prove your worth to.

To prove that you were enough. And that person was Aizawa Shouta, your homeroom teacher. He was strict and hardworking as he almost always seemed cold; expressions blank and tone dead. Yet you saw how he cared, how he patted his students' heads when they tried their hardest or gave advice whenever they needed it. You memorized the way he fought to defend your class at the USJ incident.

And the paranormal liberation war, the boss battle at the end of the war, and-

How useless were you that you couldn't even help the man who you dreamed of being your father figure?

You always degraded yourself for not being able to help, for not being able to do something at least.

He was rather cold with you, not providing any of that small warmth he gave to his other students. With you, he acted as if you were merely a stranger he had to teach. Those dark eyes squinting in what you believed was disappointment whenever you messed up. Oh, how you loathed yourself for not being better.

You were hard on yourself from time to time, and that made you struggle more during training and academics. You didn't want to be useless, yet you couldn't really rely on anyone without showing vulnerability.

Vulnerability didn't feel comfortable. It felt weird and suffocating and like your chest was being pried open for everyone to see what you really felt on the inside-

Solitude felt safer. And right now? You were in the comfortable solitude of your room; inside while your classmates were all out in the common room preparing a small celebration for Aizawa for Father's Day.

Yaoyorozu had asked you if you wanted to participate, the others looking at you hopefully as you always had creative ideas and good taste. But you refused, said that you were feeling sick as you retreated to your room in a state of panic. Your panic seeming more like a dead dread to the the watchful eye.

You felt bad of course, you could practically feel the way their eyes deflated as you rushed out of the room. Your guilt only feeding into that dark space that you refused to acknowledge. That dark space that only grew the more you chose to ignore it.

You know that you're not the strongest. Or the smartest or the prettiest, but you helped at least, right?

You remember how Bakugou scoffed at your excuse, muttering something under his breath as Ashido and Kirishima raised their eyebrow. Yaoyorozu just seemed saddened while Shouto tilted his head in worry, reaching his hand out to ask if you were okay but you were already gone before they could ask questions.

That was a week ago, and your classmates were waiting for Aizawa to come back to surprise him.

Everyone was downstairs, dressed nicely as they wore party hats and hid in the dark. And you? Well, you were in the darkness of your room as you stared at the ceiling, wondering where was your place after all of this.

Why were you here again?

Oh, right. Because you worked hard. And your mother worked every day to put food into your tummy and to make sure that you had a happy childhood. And you were damned if you weren't gonna make her proud.

But for some reason, no matter what you did, you couldn't make him proud.

You tilt your head to the side, staring at your door and the light that illuminated from underneath.

Aizawa was a rather tricky person to decipher, and he was known to be strict while expelling students from UA. Yet throughout the school year, he demonstrated his love for your class, even if it seemed rather harsh at times. And harsh he was with you.

But not in a way that was loud and rough, but in the way his eyes gleamed with disappointment whenever you made an embarrassing mistake during tests, in the way he let out a heavy sigh when you slipped or let your guard down during training. No, his harshness towards you was subtle, and bitter, leaving you to self-loath yourself whenever he gave you criticism.

Whispers were being muttered, as well as the front doors that had just been opened. Aizawa just came back from patrol.

Your heart rate spiked, and your breathing became uneven as you started to become conscious of your body, of the fact that you were alive. Yet your mind wasn't present-

Cheers erupted and the sound of party blowers became heard through the building. And suddenly everyone cheered 'Happy Father's Day' to Aizawa, while you lay in your own solitude and cage. How pathetic.

You let out a choked sob, tears blurring your vision as your chest heaves. Fuck, were you a mess. You couldn't even say happy Father's Day without being tormented by your own guilt and thoughts.

You shut your eyes closed, tears welling as your throat burned. You could hear the muted cheers and laughter, the sound of cameras clicking and pictures being taken. And you weren't there.

It's not like you would've made a difference anyway, you weren't really important. No one noticed you.

So why did it fucking hurt? Why did you wish he noticed? Why do you want to be selfish and make this day miserable when it was supposed to be happy? Why did you care so fucking much-

You gasp, choking back tears as you sit up on the bed and hug yourself, silencing your cries so that no one would hear you; so that you wouldn't ruin the party. So that no one would care and that hopefully he wouldn't notice-

You sobbed, gritting your teeth as you hugged yourself tighter. Cold, was your embrace. Just like your childhood. Dead, did your heart feel. Just like the love your father had for you-

Stop being selfish! This isn't about you! It's about Aizawa-

A sob escapes your throat, feeling your body tremble at the reminder. This was about how you didn't grow up with a father so you cope by imagining scenarios where in an alternate reality he is your father. You only yearn for a father figure because a small part of you is still a lonely fragile child who thought and felt too much-

Get over it, you tell yourself. Nails digging into your palms to create some sort of relief from this unbearable pain called sorrow.

You force yourself to breathe, even if it hurts and you wish you didn't- frustration building up in your stomach as you wipe off the tears on your face. You need air because your lungs hurt too much to do it by itself. Your palms cover your ears, and you find relief in being able to block out all of the joy and laughter from downstairs.

You sigh, closing your eyes as you lean your head back on the board. Yet you could still hear them, their voices and their joy and your breathing-

You need air. You need to get out-

You kick your legs off the bed, stumbling as you struggle to maintain balance. God, did you feel dizzy.

You somehow manage to drag yourself into the bathroom, hands gripping the sink as your eyes flick towards the mirror. Your curls were messy, and you had bags under your eyes. Some scars decorated your face, along with the moles scattered across your body. Your face twists in anguish, only seeing the resemblance you had with Aizawa. Yet you weren't his child, and you never would be.

Your brows furrow, eyes full of pain as you stare at the reflection. Hands struggle to open the tap as you try to breathe, letting the cold water stabilize you and bring you out of your thoughts.

Fuck, if you kept feeling this way you were going to trigger your quirk. Your stomach drops at the thought, remembering all the pain you felt with activating your quirk: adrenaline. It's power making you feel alive yet dead at the same time. Was this the definition of a blessing and a curse?

You shake your head, splashing water on your face as your fingers brush against the scars that run along your right cheek; starting from your temple and all the way to your cheekbone, the lower one slightly shorter than the top one.

"Wow, Y/nnie! You're scar sorta looks like the one Aizawa Sensei has!" Mina gushed, leaning closer to your face as you had came back from the hospital after the war had finished.

You shudder at the memory, deadpanning to the mirror as you walk out. The only light in the room was the one that gleamed through the bottom of the door, and the curtains were slightly open which let the sunlight shine through the cracks. You sigh, looking toward the plants scattered across your dorm as you let your fingertips brush against one of the leaves.

"I'm sorry I haven't been paying much attention to you, I promise I'm going to do better," you mutter, eyes softening as you caress the leaves of your cast iron plant: skillet. (Yes, you named him that, don't hurt his feelings.)

You sigh, walking past the plants as your fingers grasp the handle of the screen door, sliding it open as you let the sunlight shine on your eyes. Your lashes flutter, adjusting to the glow of the sun as you step out and slide the door shut behind you.

A small grin makes its way onto your lips, and for a moment you forget about all the one-sided drama going on in your life right now. "God, you're so beautiful," you rasp, voice merely a whisper as you admire the sun.

You walk towards the railing, resting your forearms against it to admire the sun for just a moment. Aizawa likes to watch the scenery, you think. It seems to always bring him some sort of peace. Tears slightly swell in your eyes, and suddenly your heart starts to hurt.

'What if in another universe, he let me watch the sunsets with him?'

Your hands grip the railing, knuckles turning white as if it's a lifeline. You're fine, no one is going to see you as long as you time it right. You just need some fresh air, the others will understand, right?

You don't let yourself think any more, taking a deep breath as you throw your legs over and jump- you land on the ground swiftly, hiding near the bushes and away from the windows. You exhale, slowly peeking through to see if anyone is nearby, and you think your heart sinks at the sight in front of you.

You can see Ashido smiling, jumping up and down as she takes pictures of Kirishima and Uraraka making Aizawa wear a party hat, a small smile gracing his face as he's surrounded by his beloved students. Ouch.

You pry your eyes away from the godforsaken sight. You check your surroundings, the light of the common rooms glowing through the windows as you don't dare look inside again. Because if you do, you're most definitely going to break apart and cry in the bushes.

You deadpan at the thought, hands pulling the hood of the jacket over your head, quietly moving away from the window as you walk away from the building.

It's slightly breezy, but otherwise, it's warm and quiet outside. The sun is slowly setting, and you make a mental note to come up with an explanation of where you were when you came back from your walk.

Your feet carry you out of the UA grounds, wandering out as you keep your head down. The hangover of your breakdown still weighing down on you. It was so easy to disappear, so easy to blend in the background as you observed everyone else smile and laugh. You always stayed on the sidelines, watching as everyone else was so full of emotion while you were numb.

Numb, you feel. Like those quiet dinners late at night, numb like your brain and heart as you stand by yourself and watch the other kids play on the playground. Numb, like your memories every time you look back to the past.

The city lights and traffic provide safety- knowing that everyone is too busy with something else to acknowledge you. And you breathe, deeply, feeling the bitterness of the relief it brings you.

Here in the city, no one cared. Not Ashido not Kirishima, or Aizawa, or even that stranger you saw in the reflection of the glass in stores-

Your head turns towards the children with their parents, hugging and smiling at their fathers as they celebrate this holiday. You pause, watching from the other side of the sidewalk and through the cars, they seem so happy. Like they have nothing to worry about. And a part of you envies that. Wishing that little you could have a smidge of what they had.

But oh, well. You guess it wasn't meant to happen in this life. But if you couldn't have that, then at least those innocent little children could, you think, a tired smile smearing your lips.

Oh, you were always so selfless. Putting others before yourself, and perhaps that would be your downfall. Yet you didn't mind, not when you were able to see others live their lives in peace.

You move your foot in front of the other, forcing yourself to keep walking as you head to a park nearby. It's quiet there, unknown to most, and perfect for you and your friend named solitude.

The breeze flows through you gently, and you let it help you breathe; your lungs and throat still hurt from crying, and you still feel a bit weak. But you're almost there, and you'd be able to rest once you get there.

The park is empty, except for the occasional bunny wandering through and the fireflies. It's peaceful, you think. And you don't hesitate to sit on the bench near the ponds and trees. Your hand slides across the polished wood, sitting down as you lean back and rest.

The sky is dark, with the stars glimmering around like little freckles. It was peaceful, alive yet dead if it wasn't for your slow breathing.

You close your eyes, leaning your head back as you let your mind drift back to your sensei. Oh, fuck-

You knew he didn't care about you, that part was obvious. So how were you going to stop caring about him? How did he make it seem so easy?

Everyone knew that Aizawa could be harsh. Hell, you've witnessed it happen with Bakugou and Midoriya. You saw his worry hidden in frustration, his protectiveness masked behind his stoic demeanor. Yet he didn't give you anything. Not even the infamous criticism that led to advice and hidden comfort. All he gave you was his emptiness and disappointment.

And fuck, did that feel too familiar.

You sigh, running a hand through your hair as a habit. You couldn't keep going like this. You couldn't keep drowning yourself like this, chasing after the validation of a man who didn't even see you as more than another mere student- a blank face.

You couldn't keep up with this. With him, with your classmates and all of this fucking angst and drama. You couldn't force your quirk to he better in seconds, you couldn't force yourself to be enough.

Hot tears start to blur your vision, but you don't stop. Even if your heart hurts too much-

So if you couldn't be enough, you were going to become a burden. Which led to you slacking and holding the others back, which would eventually become a problem. A sob escapes your throat, suddenly feeling the crushing realization of what you always did whenever you had problems.

You got rid of them.

You close your eyes, a tear sliding down your cheek and falling onto your knee. And suddenly, you're reminded of what Aizawa called his students. Problem children. Yet it was laced with a hidden affection that everyone could feel, everyone but you. You weren't one of them. You were just a problem.

Oh, but how badly did you want to be his child.

You sigh, pulling out your phone from your pocket as you ignore the text messages your classmates sent you, probably asking where you were or if you were feeling better. It won't matter soon, you think. You'll already be gone by the time they realize what you're doing.

You pull up to Principal Nezu's email, fingers trembling as you struggle to type the message. You gulp, trying to stay stable as you feel the reality of your decision.

No one would care. They all have each other, anyway. The class was big enough already, and even Mineta was a part of them. But you? Where did you fit? You weren't part of Bakugou's gang, or Midoriya's friend group. You weren't part of anything. You were just...you. You with your drifting mind and loner tendency. Fuck, even Hagakure was more seen than you were.

You frown, eyes narrowing as you finish typing the email, your thumb trembling as it hovers over the send button. Were you really going to do this just because you let your emotions get the best of you? And for a moment, your mind drifts to your life throughout the years, wandering, hoping for someone to be by your side.

Shoto. Oh, fuck, what about Shoto?

Shoto, who you have bonded with ever since you got into UA. Shoto, who stood by your side as you went through the side effects of your quirk. Shoto, who had grown to care for you and tell you about his past. Shoto, who always had time with you. He always ate with you; walked with you to school, and spoke about everything and nothing with you. He had made you feel seen and cared for, and you believed you did the same to him. But he had his friends now, you reminded yourself. He was happier than before, and you could let yourself ruin that for him.

And soon enough, he didn't have time for you anymore.

Your eyes stare at the screen, letting your mind drift to all the times you were cast aside- as if you were merely someone who wasn't even alive.

Ashido and all the other girls had requested your help for a party they were hosting for your class, and they had wanted your opinion on a few things. The pinkette smiles at you, hands behind her back as she gives you puppy dog eyes. "Y/nnie!! Which dress should I wear for the party? I've already picked out this super cute teal one but this other one is an adorable sundress that-" "Wait, there's a party happening? Why wasn't I invited?" You ask, raising a brow as you see the girls tense and look away awkwardly. Uraraka clears her throat, a guilty expression on her face as she rubs her nape. "Well, we didn't think you would want to go! You're always so busy with other things that we didn't want to bother you!" Oh. Your shoulders slightly slump, but you only smile and give a nod. "Well, you're not wrong," you laugh, forcing yourself to rub it off as they look at each other hesitantly before giving you small apologetic smiles. And right after you left, not even five minutes later they began rambling about what they were going to wear and who they thought was going to come.

That moment was one of many, a few days later Ashido posted pictures of the party your class had, and everyone was there. For heaven's sake, even Monoma and the 1-B students came.

And you couldn't even start with the relationship you had with your sensei. If you could even call it that. It was always the heavy sighs and looks of apathy, never giving you eye contact, and always the cold shoulder.

You had just finished training, and your hands rested on your knees as you panted. The weather was scorching in the harsh heat, and training wasn't exactly easy since you had to skip breakfast to not be marked as late. Aizawa strolled towards you, and you internally groaned, already preparing yourself for the lecture. "You're weak, L/n. If you're weak, you can't fight. And if you can't fight, you're practically dead in the first few seconds into battle-" You couldn't hear any more of what he said after that, ears already ringing as you tried to blink away your blurred vision. Your throat feels dry, and you're barely able to realize the moment Aizawa places his hand on your arm. "L/n," he rasps, eyes darting over your pale face. Aizawa sighs, removing his hand as you internally wince in humiliation. "Go back inside, your training is over." And fuck, would it add more to your embarrassment if you cried in front of him.

You swallow the lump in your throat, staring numbly at the screen as you realize it didn't matter if you cared for them, they didn't care for you.

And Aizawa only saw a student who was too weak to become a hero. He only saw a failure.

And so, a failure you will be. You press send, and for the first time, breathing doesn't hurt.

You let out a sigh, shoulders relaxing as you rub your forehead. Sure, this seemed incredibly selfish and petty, and maybe a bit shocking, but it was for the best. If you kept going, you were going to die. You knew that you weren't strong enough, not strong enough to fight to keep on living-

Your shoulders slump, jerking as you sob silently. You remember the war. The horror, the gore, the fear- you remember the pleasure that came with the thought of dying. And you remember the moment you were so close to death.

You were aiding Aizawa on the battlefield, but you became separated from him when Shigaraki came. You had hit your head against the pavement, and you couldn't see your sensei anymore. Blood had already begun to drip down your face, but you didn't seem to care as you stared at him. Stared at the man who was the cause of all this. The man who could kill you by the touch of his hand. You were in utter fear and awe, to say the least. You were so close to Shigaraki, so, so close to the hands of death that you even began to step towards him in a daze. Shigaraki had noticed you, and a wicked grin appeared on his lips as he began to come towards you- but a hand had gripped your shoulder in an almost hurtful grip and ripped you back with complete force, dislocating your shoulder in the process- it was Aizawa. And it seemed that he was beyond disappointed. He was furious. And that had scared you more than death did. He stared at you as if you were insane, and he began yelling at you out of anger and lectured you with a harsh tone- but you were already in too much pain to remember what he said; silent tears were dripping down your face as you whimpered in pain, your hand holding your shoulder as blood continued to drip from your head onto your face. He hurt you, and it looked like he was too busy yelling at you to notice what he did. You don't remember much after that, only staring in horror of the empty space where his lower leg should have been. He had cut his own leg off, and he had to save you because you got too close to getting yourself killed.

After that battle, you didn't want to visit him at the hospital. You couldn't. It was practically a suicide for your mental health if you did. Your shoulder was still healing, and you had a severe concussion from bashing your head against the pavement. But most of all, you didn't want to face his wrath; his disappointment. His disappointment in you.

You blink back tears, hugging yourself in attempt for a pathetic comfort. A sob chokes from your throat, body trembling as you caress your arms with your hands in a soothing manner; the way a loved one would in attempt to comfort you- the way your sensei would never comfort you.

"It's okay, you're okay, just breathe. I'm here, I'm here, I know, please. Please, I'm right here-"

You whisper to yourself, trying to comfort the little child inside of you as you rock back and forth, the night sky watching you as the moon shines, as if watching over you, making sure you know that you're not alone.

The sobbing only becomes harder, your body shaking in an attempt to breathe and calm down. It was all too familiar. Wasn't it supposed to get better? Wasn't it supposed to be different this time? Weren't you supposed to no longer feel like a fucking outsider?

You exhale shakily, leaning your head back as your throat burns. Tears slide down your cheeks, and your eyes open slightly. The stars are practically shining across the sky, and you take a moment to admire them and move past your grief. If you died, would you be able to become one of them?

Your phone chimes, and you glance down, seeing your screen pop open. It's Principal Nezu, replying to your message and asking what your reasons are for leaving. You sigh, wiping your face as you grab your phone and start to type.

Principal Nezu:

Hello, L/n. Before I approve your request, I would like to make sure that it is not due to the mental or physical struggles of the war. We would gladly appoint professional help and assign a trusted adult to help you if you are in need.

Your eyes squint at the screen, heart turning numb as you move your fingers to reply.

You:

Hello, Principal Nezu! No, I am not struggling at all, I just don't believe that I will be able to continue going to UA because of my lack of progress. I don't want to tarnish the school's reputation, so I would like to take my leave if that is alright. And don't worry! I just believe that after the war, my perspective has changed, and I believe that I can succeed in a different path than the hero course.

Polite, cheery, believable. That was all you need as you thankfully got his approval without him questioning any more.

Principal Nezu:

Well, alright. It does sadden me to see you leave the school, but I shall let Aizawa Sensei know about your departure and your reasoning.

Your eyes widen in panic, quickly typing as you hope it won't be too late.

You:

Oh, and one more thing! I hope it isn't too much, but please don't tell Aizawa about it. I know he has a lot on his plate and I believe it would be best if it wasn't announced.

Nezu agreed to your request, leaving you feeling relieved that it is almost over. The hard part was getting your stuff out of your dorm room without having to confront everyone. It's not like they would care, anyway. Most of the class ignored you whenever you weren't giving a helping hand.

Damn, were you just something they used whenever they needed?

Notifications start to buzz in your phone, yet you don't bother to answer them. Tomorrow's the weekend, which means that you can go home and be with your mother.

Fuck, did you miss home.

Your eyes drift upward, gazing at the sky as you sigh. It hurt. It fucking hurt to leave and have a small part of you hope that someone will notice, someone like him.

You rub your forehead, trying to ignore the heartache in your chest. He doesn't care, and maybe that's for the best. You exhale, the weight lifting off of your shoulders but still leaving you crushed.

The stars shine above you, and the moon illuminates the night sky peacefully. You look up, eyes puffy and throat tight, but you know you'll be alright. You think about all of the things that have happened in the past year, and how much things have changed. Was it all going to be worth it? What would your classmates think of your departure? Would Shouto care? How would your sensei react?

You chuckle, swaying your legs back and forth as you breathe. This was basically like disowning yourself from your teacher who you wished was your father figure. A one-sided, parental figure-child relationship?

You scrunch your nose at the thought, deciding that you would think more about the title of your issues later.

A/n: hiii!! Part one is finally finished! And I know there was a lot to unravel in this part, and I hope it wasn't too much! Hopefully, you guys like this, and the next one is going to focus on Aizawa's pov so things are gonna start getting angsty? I'll figure it out, lol. :)

[tr4gictea]

Smoker Trail [Aizawa+Smoker!Teen!Reader]

❥Masterlist

Tags: Underage smoking, angst to comfort, implied domestic abuse, Dadzawa, written while the author was high off their mind (don't do drugs kids)

Including: Shota Aizawa, mention of Katsuki Bakugo

word count: 1.3k words

A/n: Im really getting into MHA rn and I will be doing a lot of that now so if you have any request for My Hero, send a request pleaseeee. Enjoy <3

You were standing on the rooftop of the U.A. dorms, leaning against the railing with a lit cigarette between your fingers. You blew out smoke into the night air blissfully unaware of your surroundings. The rest of the class was asleep in their rooms, none would be awake to see you. Suddenly the roof door opens, mid inhale, to reveal your teacher, Mr. Aizawa. You quickly flick the cigarette off the roof and cough the smoke into your jacket.

He turns towards you, “Y/n? Kid, what are you doing up so late?” he says raising an eyebrow.

Fuck, he has awful timing. You were scared by his sudden appearance that the smoke got caught in your throat. “Hi Mr. Aizawa, cough, I was just-, coUGH-, out here for uh, breather, COUGH, COUGH.” You wave him over, trying to play it off as if you just needed some space. But the residual smoke in your lungs made it hard to breathe.

He sighed, shaking his head disappointed. He’s seen this happen before, too many times with students to believe your words. He walks closer to you, still keeping a distance from you.

“Don’t give me that ‘breath of fresh air crap’. Why are you out here? Really?”

“I told you I came out here for some quiet,” You tried to redirect the conversation, “Bakugo was yelling at me for what happened this morning during training.” You say rolling your eyes at the memory. You recall the scruffy blonde yelling at you after a training incident. You were told to destroy your assigned training dummies. But that objective went out the window when you decided to use a new special move you came up with and accidentally knocked out all of yours and Bakugo’smachines in one go.

“Trust me if I didn't take a breather out here, we would be in Principle Nezu's office right now for fighting and property damage,” you said chuckling.

He sighed, looking back at you. "I'm sorry to hear that. Bakugo is hotheaded and I’ll talk to him about it afterward.. But you're not supposed to be out here. It's 1:56 am and you have to get up early in the morning for school."

“Yeah I know, well I should be heading to bed then…” This conversation has gone on for more than you would like, so it's time for you to roll up outta here! “Well, goodnight Mr. Aizawa I will see you in class tomorrow!” You start walking towards the door to leave, “I hope you have a good night and-”

Aizawa stops you by your shoulder, preventing you from leaving. “Hold it kid, you can't pull crap like that on me. Sit back down.” He says gesturing to a metal box next to him

Shit.

You sit your ass back down. You didn’t need to look up at his face to know that he was less than displeased with you. His eyes were practically burning into your head. You haven't seen this side of Aizawa before, and it was scary.

“Now, give me the pack.” he holds his hand out in front of you.

“What do you mean? Mr. Aizawa I-” You try to defend yourself but he cut you off not letting you speak.

“Stop talking hand them over.” You're caught, and you know it. “You're on thin ice kid,”

You fumble threw your pocket trying to find the box, you just finished the pack that night so you weren't worried about losing it. But what did make you worried was the look on Mr. Aizawa's disappointed glare was bad enough as you placed the red box into your teacher's hand.

He takes the box in his hand and places it in his pocket. He moves to lean back on the railing as he looks at you. “Y/n, you know we don’t tolerate this stuff here. I understand training can be tough but you can’t be pulling crap like this.”

“I know,” I say lowering my gaze.

“How long were you even out here?” He questions.

I recall the actions that led me here in my head: Well, I came out here after Bakugo and I had a screaming match, and that was at 10 I think… “Since 10 probably,”

“10...” He groaned and rubbed his nose. “Okay, okay, how do you get your hands on these?”

“I found them..” You lie through your teeth.

“You found them? Hm, you just found cigarettes lying around?” He questions unconvinced by your answer. “Seriously Y/n you’re not gonna get into any more trouble by being honest with me right now. Spill.”

“Well… I'm not lying, I did find them.” You admit shifting uncomfortably in your seat, “They're from my family... they leave the packs lying around and I just steal them when they're not looking.”

Aizawa was beginning to get rather annoyed. He was tired, as were most of the staff, and finding a student on the roof smoking was just the cherry on top. “You know that smoking on campus grounds is punishable by expulsion?” He stated, crossing his arms. A look of fear shot into your eyes. Expulsion?! "And if said family found out you were expelled for this, where would that leave you?"

“I…” you take a moment to think about how angry your father would be if he found out. You don't know what would be worse: if he found out about the stolen cigarettes or the fact that they got you expelled from the top hero school. “Well, I don’t know…”

“You don’t know…” He sounded angry, maybe a little concerned. An awkward silence fell over the two of you until Aizawa spoke again. “Listen, kid, your lucky it was me who found you. Any other teacher would have reported you on the spot. But, I for one, don’t think its fair for a student’s future to fall apart after one mistake. So, I'm giving you one chance to get clean.”

You look up at him with hopeful eyes, “Really?”

“Yeah, you’ve got potential as a hero and a good heart. I’d hate to see it go down the drain. You got one chance to do better or I won't help you the next time you get caught.” After a brief moment of silence, he speaks up again.

“You’ve got a good head on your shoulders kid, use it.”

By this time tears have been threatening to spill from your eyes. You have been feeling so many emotions at one time. You can’t help yourself as you dive to hug Mr. Aizawa.

He jumps a little, taken aback by the sudden affection. “T-thank you Mr. Aizawa,” You're now sobbing into his black shirt as relief washes over you.

He places one arm around you and the other on your head, gently patting it. “Don’t mention it kid..” You both just stay like that for a little bit, him holding you while petting your head. Whilst you calm yourself down. You pull yourself away from the hug wiping your tears, “Seriously though, don’t mention it. This could get both of us kicked out of U.A.” His tone turned more serious.

You let out a little giggle at the sudden change in tone, “Of course Sensei.”

He hums in response, “Tonight I expect you to hand me over any extra pack of these,” he says while tapping the cigarette box in his pocket, “And tomorrow we are going to recovery girl to help heal some of the damage done to your lungs. She owes me a favor so she’ll be discrete about it.”

You nod, “And from now on you have to be on your best behavior and not lie to me anymore, alright?”

“Yes, Sensei,”

“Alright, get back to your room and hand me over any extra packs, and then go to bed. You’ve already lost enough sleep as it is.”

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[tang3r1n]

tw; panic attacks, bad self image, implied father/parental issues, bad mental health, self-deprecating thoughts. (reader is implied to be aizawa’s student/hes implied to be a sort of father to them. platonic vibes, but big on physical touch cause it’s my love language)

“my head hurts.”

“take some aspirins then, hon,”

“m’kay,”

aizawa was still nose deep in paperwork, one hand scribbling away on his… less than… academically inclined students, the other softly rubbing your legs spread across his lap. the calluses on his hands felt like sandpaper, but in a nice way, “…your hand feels like a cat tongue.”

“…” he laughs a bit, “…thanks, your legs feel furry,” you scoff and lightly kick him in the gut, causing aizawa to laugh louder, “kidding, kidding,” you lean back down, staring up at the popcorn ceiling above you.

your head feels funny, your nose stopped up, cheeks buzzing and tight. your eyes burned, rubbed raw from crying for the better part of two hours. a heavy sigh was forced upon you, heaving your chest harshly before your breath staccatos out of your lungs rather roughly.

aizawa pats your thigh, tired eyes swiping over to look at you for a moment. you were in the ‘aftershock’ phase of a panic attack, face puffy and flushed, your skin was still stick with tears you didn’t even register falling. he sighed, taking off his glasses and heaving you closer with a grand show of struggle as he groaned and huffed your hips up onto his lap.

you sighed, face numb as he forced you to sit up, your head swimming in the heavy mix of tears and aizawa’s cologne while he wiped at your face. he rubbed away your shiny tears and snot with a soft tissue, patting your back to the rhythm of your heartbeat, “you still feeling it?”

you nod.

“wanna eat something?”

you shake your head ‘no’.

“wanna put something on to watch?” he bends down, grabbing a water and opening it, holding it to your mouth as you take a big gulp. the cold water shocks you, it feels nice.

you shake your head ‘no’, again.

he takes your hands into one of his larger ones, the other still patting your back softly. he starts to rock you two back and forth.

“you’ll be okay,”

you nod, his soft tone makes your nose itch, your throat closes up and your eyes well back up.

“and i’ll be here,”

tears fall slowly, fat and slow as they trail new tracts down your hot skin, burning from the pressure pushed against it.

“every time.” he kisses your forehead, “i’ll always be here for you.”

you start to pant and huff again, chest tight as the tears turn fast and hot. his hand just squeezes yours, still rocking softly, still patting your back in that same rhythm.

“i love you.”

a shrill gasp escapes you, throat burning as air claws down the raw tunnel. you feel loved and it feels awfully warm. sickeningly comforting. it’s terrifying, how softly he handles you, it’s horrifying, how slow he is. you’ve begged for love like this all your life, and now that you have it, you’re petrified he’ll leave, clawing at his sweater, desperate for his warmth, craving his love like the air forcing itself into your deprived body.

but he stays.

he stays, rocking you both, patting your back, aspirin bottle open and knocked to the ground, water spilt all over his younger student’s exams, his ‘old man’ glasses thrown to the floor with your flailing. you’re so ugly, so broken, so jumbled and mixed up and upset and ruined and worthless and sensitive and hungry—

but he stays. he’s there, holding you, breathing for you, feeding you his love, teaspoon at a time, one ‘i love you’ at a time, one aspirin at a time.

[felinecyan]

I Still Believe

[Shota Aizawa and Student!Reader]

Synopsis: All it takes is one person. One person to tell you something you’ve done right. One person to believe in you when no one else will. And that one person could change everything.

WC: 1994

Category: Hurt/Comfort, Platonic, Dadzawa✨

I thought it would be beneficial to start of my Aizawa route with Dadzawa. Hurt/Comfort tropes align with me AND him so well.

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The door of class 1-A's dormitories swung open, the wood and glass making a loud banging noise as it collided with the wall, a cloud of dust appearing and a small dent created in the plaster. Your head hung low, your body leaning on the door, as you stood there, panting, with tears streaming down your face.

You avoided everyone's eyes as you made your way to the common room. You tried to hide your body, pulling your hoodie over your face as you shuffled over, trying not to look at anyone as if they could see right through you. None of them noticed, too preoccupied by your classmate Bakugou's daily tantrum.

You slipped past unnoticed, walking over to the staircase. The class chatter turned to a dull murmur as you went upstairs, your feet taking you to your dorm without a second thought. It was only when you opened the door and looked around your dark and dingy bedroom that the weight came crashing down on you.

Your body crumbled, your knees falling from underneath you as your tears stained the carpet. Your body shook as you sobbed, your hands clutching onto the fabric beneath you as if you'd fall off the earth otherwise.

You knew U.A. was going to be hard; you came prepared, but nothing could have prepared you for this. You felt absolutely horrible. Compared to everyone, it was a slap in the face to say that you weren't good enough. You weren't smart enough; you weren't strong enough.

You weren't good enough.

Everyone in your class was so much better than you. Midoriya was a powerhouse; his Quirk was so powerful it would've made you laugh. Bakugou was a force to be reckoned with; his intelligence and his drive were unmatched. Iida, Todoroki, Yaoyorozu... all of them had amazing Quirks and were incredible at fighting, and yet here you were, at the bottom of the class, not even worthy of being called a hero.

Your parents were right. You weren't fit for this. They had warned you. They told you that even if you were in the top ten in the exam, you weren't meant for U.A., but you didn't listen. You wanted to become a hero; you had the opportunity, so why wouldn't you take it?

You should've listened.

The day was awful. Aizawa had kept his entire attention on you, watching every single move, every single mistake, like a hawk. Being outside the classroom, working on techniques, and using your Quirk was humiliating. The more he watched, the more frustrated he seemed, and the more frustrated he seemed, the worse you were. Even when you'd wake up at ridiculous hours, practicing until your muscles screamed at you, the improvement was not visible.

How would you be a pro if you couldn't even get the basics down?

You let out a shaky breath, trying to calm yourself. You were a mess. You couldn't even breathe properly; your head was pounding, and you felt light-headed. The tears were flowing down your cheeks like a river. Your arms shook as you tried to push yourself up. Your legs felt weak, and you were scared that you would fall again.

Then, a soft knock on your door. You froze.

"Go away," you croaked, your voice hoarse and scratchy. "Please."

The door opened, the hinges creaking softly. You looked over, trying to make out a figure in the darkness, and found yourself staring into two glowing red eyes.

Ah, shit.

You completely forgot about the roll call.

You quickly scrambled to stand, your legs wobbling beneath you as you struggled to stay upright. You tried to wipe away the tears and snot running down your face, not wanting him to see you in such a weak state, but he had already seen everything.

Mr. Aizawa stood there in the doorway, his hands in his pockets, a look of concern written on his face while those beaming red eyes stared into yours, preventing you from doing anything. Still, he said nothing, just waiting. Waiting for you to speak. Waiting for an explanation. Waiting for an excuse.

The silence was suffocating. You hated the way his gaze burned a hole through you. The tension was almost unbearable, and you weren't sure how much longer you could hold it together.

"I... I'm sorry," you managed to say after a few seconds, your voice barely above a whisper. "I'm so sorry."

Your body began to shake as the tears started to flow freely again. You tried to hide your face in your hands, ashamed that you were showing so much weakness. You tried to calm yourself, taking deep breaths and wiping your nose, before looking back up to meet his gaze.

The red eyes dissipated, returning to their normal black color. The light from the hallway filtered in through the door and the window, and you were thankful. Now, you didn't have to see the disappointment in his eyes.

"What are you sorry for?"

The question caught you off guard. You blinked, unsure what to say because, truthfully, you had a lot of things to apologize for. You were sorry for your Quirk, sorry for not trying hard enough, sorry for being a disappointment, sorry for wasting his time.

"For... missing roll call." You figured this was a safe answer, the answer that he most likely wanted.

But, oddly enough, you could see a hint of annoyance flash across his face. His hands fell out of his pockets, and he crossed his arms over his chest. Oh, no. This wasn't the answer he wanted, and now you were really in for it.

"And why would that be a problem?"

"Because it's part of the rules, and it shows I'm irresponsible and disrespectful," you muttered, staring at the ground.

"That... might have some validity." He was clearly trying to be polite, but his words stung nonetheless. "However, that's not the real issue, is it?"

His voice was calm, yet it was firm and unyielding. He was expecting an answer.

"Well..." you started, not really knowing how to proceed.

"Do you want to be a hero?"

The question made you freeze, and you had to stop and think. Did you want to be a hero? Of course you did. That was why you were here. It was why you had left your parents, it was why you had trained so hard, why you had studied late at night, why you had worked so hard to be accepted into U.A.

But...

Did you deserve it?

No.

"Of course I do," you replied, nodding your head vigorously. "More than anything."

"Then why do you act like you don't?" He raised an eyebrow, his expression serious. "By your attitude, it seems as if you don't feel you belong here. As if you don't want to be here."

His words struck you harder than any punch ever could. The tears returned, and you fought the urge to sob. You felt so stupid. So pathetic. Here you were, crying when there were other students who had real issues, who had real problems, and yet you couldn't hold it together for a second.

"I..." You struggled to find the right words, the words that would convey just how much you wanted this. How much do you want to become a hero? How much it hurt. How much it killed you inside. "I don't know."

He frowned, his brow furrowing. "You don't know? What kind of answer is that?"

You shook your head, biting your lip. You couldn't bear to look at him.

"I don't... I don't deserve to be here." The words tumbled out before you could stop them. Your eyes widened, and your hands flew to your mouth. You couldn't believe you had just said that.

He looked surprised, but he didn't seem shocked. He seemed almost resigned as if he had expected something along those lines.

"Is that what you think?" he asked quietly. You tried your hardest to read his expression, but his face was completely unreadable.

"I..." You hesitated, unsure if you should say what you really thought, but the stern look he gave you pushed you forward. "Yes."

He let out a deep sigh. "Why?"

You didn't want to answer. You didn't want to tell him that you were afraid, that you weren't good enough.

He waited patiently, his expression neutral. He wasn't going to leave until he had his answer.

"I... I can't do this," you admitted, tears blurring your vision. "I can't keep up. Everyone else is so much better than me, and I just don't see why I should even bother anymore. No matter how hard I try, no matter how much I practice, I just end up disappointing everyone."

Aizawa's expression softened slightly, and he uncrossed his arms. He walked closer, and you backed away, not wanting him to see how weak you were—not wanting him to see how vulnerable you were. But he followed, moving closer and closer until he was standing in front of you, inches away from your trembling form.

That's when he bent down, and his hands cupped your chin, forcing you to look up.

"You don't disappoint me." His eyes were kind, and there was a hint of a smile on his lips. "You're trying. That's more than I can say about many other students in this class."

Your eyes widened, and you shook your head. "That's not true! You saw today, I—"

"I saw a student who is willing to do whatever it takes to be the best they can be," he cut in, his voice calm and steady. "That's all anyone can ask for. If you're not giving your all, then what's the point?"

"But... I'm not good enough," you whispered, your lip quivering. "I can't do it."

"Who said that?" His gaze was intense, and his hand moved from your chin to cup your cheek. "Who told you that you couldn't do it?"

The only people who had ever told you that were your parents, but you couldn't tell him that. You couldn't bear to have him look at you with pity. You couldn't bear to have him look at you at all.

You didn't answer. You couldn't answer.

"Listen to me," he said, his voice dropping lower as he took note of your expression. "There's no such thing as not good enough. There's only enough. You are enough. More than enough."

"But-"

"Don't argue with me," he said, shaking his head. "I know what I'm talking about. If you weren't enough, if you weren't worth it, you would've never been accepted into U.A. to begin with. But you're here, and that means you're more than enough. You're worth it. Never forget that."

His words were like a knife through your heart, and the tears flowed freely now. You couldn't stop them even if you tried. You felt so overwhelmed. He was saying all the right things, all the things you had wanted to hear, and it was too much.

You let out a strangled sob, and he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a hug. His hands ran through your hair, and his voice was soft as he murmured in your ear.

"I've seen potential in you from the start," he said, his words filling you with hope. "I still believe in you. I still see that potential. You just need to believe in yourself, and then you'll start to see that progress within yourself."

You clung to him, your face buried in his chest. His arms were strong, and they felt so safe like nothing could ever hurt you. Like you could never disappoint him.

"Thank you," you whispered, your voice barely audible. It was all you could say.

Thank you for believing in me. Thank you for not giving up on me.

Thank you for being the first one to tell me I was good enough.

[bbunnyyy]

★ SHINSOU X READER

▻ Summary: You and Shinsou get caught by his mentor. [implied fem reader, aged up characters.]

▻ Fluff, awkward stuff, hope you like it <3

☁ I try to hide it in my face and it don't work, you see through that I just wanna get with you... ☁

A/n: good luck to those of you who have exams!

What is this, a funeral? Play some music: You right by Doja Cat

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You walked into the lounge behind the staff room to check on Eri. Present Mic being your mentor and Eraserhead being Shinsou's, you both had special privileges. One of them being steaming hot coffee on cold days.

Eri was lying on her tummy on the floor, colouring with pastels. "[Onee/ Onii] -san, you're back!" she exclaimed joyfully, jumping into your arms. You chuckled, catching the small child and encasing her in your arms. Eraserhead had put you on Eri-watch duty since he'd be busy for the rest of the evening. "Look! Look! I drew Papa Mic and Dada holding hands in front of their house and You and Onii san holding hands in the yard!" Eri showed you excitedly. "You're so good at drawing, Eri-chan!" You exclaimed while kneeling down to the now beaming girl's level. "Wait a minu- Why are me and Shinsou holding hands??"

"Mmm. Very interesting." A voice came from behind you, which you responded to with a squeak. Eri ran into the Shinsou's arms, the artwork now forgotten. "Shin! Don't scare us like that." You said while telling him off. "Oh, boo hoo. I can't help that you're a scardey cat." Shinsou said, rolling his eyes and walking towards the sofa. "You sneak up behind a person and then make fun of them for being surprised? What a bleak time to live in." You tutted, shaking your head sarcastically. "Enough bickering, Y/N. There are more important matters at hand, like watching Cinderella." Eri cheered happily as you sat on the couch, Shinsou starting the movie. Eri cuddled into you as she sang along to the songs, having watched the movie before.

"I'll head to the vending machine, Do you guys want anything?" You piped up, feeling thirsty. Eri, absorbed in the movie with her mouth agape shook her head half-mindedly. Standing up, you made your way to the corridor. Looking out the windows, you saw the trees gently swaying in the wind, highlights of the golden sunlight illuminating the bark. It was almost sundown, you thought to yourself. Sensei would be back soon. Standing in front of the machine, you kicked it. The darn thing was acting up again. Your head turned at hearing soft footsteps from the other side of the corridor. It was the purple-haired idiot dragging his feet along the floor, yawning while rubbing the back of his head. "Eri's asleep so I thought I'd give you some company." Shinsou said, mid-yawn. "Hmph. Like I'd savour your company." You stated, pursing your lips.

Shinsou backed you into the wall. "Speak up, pretty girl." Shinsou smirked while looking into your eyes. Smirking yourself, "In simpler words your pea brain can understand- you're boring." Tilting his head, Shinsou closed the gap between you two. "That's not what you were saying last night." He said, now nipping at your neck. "We should stop Shin, we need to get back to Eri-chan." You two jumped away from each other when a loud yawn interrupted your moment, the both of you looking in the direction of the disturbance. Eri was walking towards you two, sleepily rubbing her eyes. "The movie's almost oveer.." Eri wailed, putting her hands up wanting to be picked up. Big bro Shinsou swooped in, picking her off her feet.

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Shinsou put a cranky Eri to sleep as you stood leaning on one of the desks while looking at the now-black sky through the huge windows. You yawned, feeling sluggish yourself. You made a mental note of the things you'd have to do when you got back to the dorms. Rubbing your eyes, you looked at Shinsou who was now walking towards you. He stretched his arm to reach behind you, turning the lights down to dim the room. Your eyes wandered the room, falling on Eri, whose chest rose and fell as she breathed softly. Shinsou moved to stand in front of you, placing his hands on your hips and nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck. His hands snaked up to your back as you held him close, wordlessly. "Tired?" You chuckled, running your hands through his hair to comfort him. "I think I should change my name to Mr.Eyebags at this point." Shinsou joked, his hands now roaming your body.

You let out a gasp as your body made a 'thud' sound as it came into contact with the desk. Your hands were above your head, held firmly in place by Shinsou's muscular arms. You tried to wiggle out of his grasp, whining about how Eri was in the room and how Aizawa Sensei would be back any moment. Shinsou hunched over you, shushing you by placing a slender finger on your pouty lips. Not wanting to look at him, you turned your head in rebellion. "Oh, is that how you're going to play princess?" Shinsou said, pinning you down with one hand. Shinsou tickled your tummy and you resisted your very best from giving in laughing. You burst into a fit of giggles along with him just when you heard someone clearing their throat as the lights in the room flickered on.

Shinsou widened his eyes. "S..Sensei." Shinsou stuttered, trying to explain himself. You sat up, mortified. "Shinsou. Y/N." Aizawa said, pressing his temples. "How long has this been going on?" Aizawa questioned you both shifted your weight from one foot to another awkwardly. "A couple months." You piped up, your gaze falling to the floor. "We weren't gonna keep it a secret forever." Shinsou said, walking over to you. Aizawa shook his head. "I'm not saying I'm against it." Aizawa stated, now looking at you both. The silence in the room was loud, the three of you staring at each other. "....Is Yamada Sensei going to hear about this?" You questioned, wishing you could be buried a few thousand feet under the ground. "You bet." Aizawa shrugged, turning on his heel to walk towards the sofa. "Set a good example for your younger sister." Aizawa said, side-eyeing you both while picking up Eri who was still asleep.

Shinsou and You stood in silence for a while after Aizawa stepped out the room. "Wanna walk back to the dorms together?" Shinsou proposed, resting his hand on the small of your back. You nodded. "Sensei is never going to let go of this." You groaned, imaging the amount of teasing you'd have to endure from your mentor and Aizawa Sensei. "Good thing we're graduating soon, eh?" Shinsou said, poking your stomach with his elbow.

[dadzawa-vibes]

Aizawa: Where’s Bakugou ?

Shinsou: Doing stuff.

Aizawa: I don’t like the sound of that. Where’s Kirishima?

Shinsou: Trying to stop Bakugou from doing the stuff.

Aizawa: And Y/N?

Shinsou: Trying to stop Kirishima from stopping Bakugou from doing the stuff.

Aizawa: I see. And what are you doing here, Shinsou?

Shinsou: I’m supposed to stop you from stopping Y/N from stopping Kirishima from stopping Bakugou from doing the stuff.

Aizawa: of course

[whobrachiosaurius]

I'M GOING TO GO MADNESS. 🤕

We can talk about the little, if not NOTHING, that exists about Shirakumo Oboro that's platonic. I haven't found any fanfic, one-shot, or scenario. Everything I've found is pure obscenity or romance. So, if anyone knows of any fanfic, one-shot, or even scenario about something platonic with Shirakumo Oboro, can you tell me? Please, I've been looking for something platonic about Oboro for weeks. 😭

[dediezzyyy]

DADZAWAAAAAAAA I LOVE HIMMMMM

parental guidance | s. aizawa

being aizawa's teenage daughter means sharing the house with a sleep-deprived cryptid and 3 cats.

[dediezzyyy]

Don't date loud blondes!!

You're not allowed to date until you're in your late 30s. Shouta had made this decision a while ago when you had your first crush on a boy, Bakugou Katsuki.

It was safe to say that the poor man was mortified when he found out. You were happier than usual, and you had this pink tint on your chubby cheeks when you hugged your teddy bear close to you.

Shouta felt his heart drop when you sighed the boy's name while doodling random hearts on a piece of paper. No. No, no, no. Absolutely not. There was no way his precious little sunshine had a fascination with that Bakugou kid. He wouldn't allow it!!

It's not that he hated the blonde brat. He just wanted the kid to stay fifty meters away from you! That kid was already blonde and loud. He'd be damned if you ended up with someone like that.

But alas, if it's one thing that Shouta hated, it was seeing you sad. So he reluctantly took you to the park to go play with the damn brat. He always sat on a bench underneath a nice maple tree, whilst he could keep an eye on you as you had fun on the playground.

As long as the boy didn't try to make you leave the playground and made sure you were safe, Shouta allowed the young blonde to hang out with you. Even if he hated every second of it.

He supposed it was worth it to see you smile and look so happy being with Katsuki. You would hold his hand and ramble to him about whatever was on your mind. The things you did with him. Your father.

But Shouta could only swallow his irritation and-wait, what the shit!? What the fuck do you mean your father isn't your favorite anymore??

No. No, no, no, no, NO!

Shouta could tolerate many, many kinds of things. But him not being your favorite person anymore? Him not being the one you run to whenever you see something that made you happy? Him not being the one to comfort you first when you cried? Him no longer being the person you tell everything to??

No. Absolutely, fucking not.

You weren't allowed to fall in love with that boy. You weren't supposed to fall in love with anybody in that matter. You were his little girl, for fucks sake! He wasn't going to let your heart get broken at such a young age!!

Was this petty and unreasonable? Probably, yes. But did Shouta care? No.

You were his baby girl. The sweetest little thing he has ever met and the light of his life. So why the fuck do you think he was going to give you up so easily?

And so, it began. Katsuki gave you wildflowers from your playdate? Shouta gave you a whole bouquet of your favorite flowers. Katsuki carried you in his arms to prove his strength? Shouta made you sit on his back while he did three finger push-ups.

Katsuki started to get frustrated, of course. There was no way he was going to let some old man beat him! Even if it was your father! So the little blonde started acting more affection with you. He started to write down all of the things you liked and whatever you found interesting.

And so, almost every time they saw each other, harsh glares were thrown as well as snarky remarks. Katsuki would stick his tongue out and curse while your father would just glare holes into the boy's head. It was an endless fued between your father and your childhood crush best friend.

This wouldn't stop even after you and Katsuki got accepted into UA. Shouta would make him do extra work every time Katsuki tried to make a move on you.

You didn't mind this at all, in fact. You got princess treatment and endless love and gifts from the two people who cared the most about you in the whole wide world. So you didn't care if they tried to outdo one another.

Uncle Mic, was your favorite anyway.

[kesshavx]

HELP AIZAWA COMFORTING ERI IS SO CUTEEEE WAAAAAAAA HES SUCH A GOOD FATHER