#mha aizawa x reader

[kitkat13001]

shota looks up from his papers when you heave what’s probably the most dramatic sigh he’s ever heard. he casts you an exasperated glance before asking a reluctant, “what?”

you look up at him through your lashes from where you’re sat on the other side of the couch, prodding him with your foot. “do you even like me?”

he holds his deadpan gaze for a second longer before returning to his work. “i’m not going to answer that.”

“what?!” you sit up, appalled and scowling. you crawl over to lean heavy on his shoulder, determined to interrupt his peace. “what the hell does that mean?!”

“there’s no good answer for that,” he replies, (mostly) unbothered to your pervasion of his personal space. “if i say yes, you’ll say something like ‘so you don’t love me’ and if i say no, you’ll have a fit. if i say ‘i love you’ you’ll say i didn’t answer your question. there’s no winning.”

you sit, dumbfounded. he’s got you there... 

“but—”

“yes, i like you. love you, even. no, i don’t want to break up. yes, i think about you every day and yes, i miss you when i’m away on missions. and no, i do not want anyone else. just you.”

he looks up and holds your gaze steady, the hint of a self-satisfied smirk tugging his lips at your wide eyes and flushed cheeks. you huff a little, bashful as you settle back onto him, placated by his answer (…for now).

several moments pass in soft silence until you open your mouth to say something else and shota drops his pen, heaving out a long-suffering sigh. 

“and yes, i would still love you if you were a worm.”

[cei1ne]

—Aizawa Shouta crushing on Y/N with the song “No.1 party anthem” by Arctic Monkeys

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•∘ɷ∘•°✿Summary: Many moments where it is shown that Aizawa has a crush on you and each situations matches the lyric or a part of the song ‘No.1 party anthem’

♬·¯·♩¸¸♪·Pairing: Aizawa Shouta x GN!Reader

◁II▷Tags: Romance ; Slow Burn ; Friends to lovers ; MHA Fiction ; Longing Stares ; Yearning ; Missed Opportunities

••✎••Wordcount: 5.5k (I think)

‧̍̊·̊‧̥°̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥‧̥·̊‧̍̊A/N: Guys I tried my best this is my first time doing this like if the various parts even match the lyrics? I DONT KNOW OK? But anyways I DO NOT CARE that the song isn’t a love song it is a love song in my eyes don’t annoy me. And the lyrics are not properly in order but I don’t care. Enjoy ☺️

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Number One Party Anthem

Aizawa had always thought of himself as someone who operated on autopilot. He’d been a pro hero for so long that it all blurred into the background. There were the usual routines: missions, paperwork, training, and the quiet exhaustion that followed. It was a life he’d grown accustomed to—efficient, detached, and focused on what mattered: the job.

But then there was you.

And that was different.

Aizawa had always been a man of few words, someone who found solace in his solitude. He never really cared for the bright lights and attention that heroes sometimes attracted. So when you’d come into his life, a fellow pro, someone who didn’t care for the spotlight but still had that certain fire to them, it caught him off guard. The way you moved, the way you interacted with people—how effortlessly you navigated through life, always with a hint of mischief in your eyes—it was captivating, even when he tried to ignore it.

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“So you’re on the prowl wondering whether / She left already or not”

There was something about this particular night that felt off to Aizawa. The air was thick, heavy with the scent of rain that hadn’t yet fallen, but the tension in the air suggested it was just a matter of time. Maybe it was the way the sky seemed so dark, or how the city hummed with energy, almost as if it was bracing for something.

But Aizawa wasn’t concerned with the weather. His thoughts always seemed to gravitate toward you, and tonight was no exception. You had been on his mind all day, even as he fought through the usual patrols, always keeping an eye out for any sign of trouble.

But trouble wasn’t what was on his mind now.

He found himself staring out over the edge of the rooftop, his eyes lost in the distant skyline. The city lights flickered below him, almost like they were keeping a rhythm. He had always been the type to sit in silence, to let the world pass him by. It was easier that way, less complicated.

But then, just as the night seemed to stretch on endlessly, there was a soft sound behind him. Aizawa didn’t need to turn around to know it was you. You had a way of moving so quietly, so effortlessly, that you could walk right into his life and he wouldn’t even hear it.

“Noticing something I’m missing?” you asked, your voice almost a whisper as you joined him on the rooftop.

You always had a way of sneaking up on him, catching him off guard in a way he didn’t quite mind.

“No,” he replied with a soft grunt. “Just thinking.”

“About what?”

You stood beside him, but not too close. Just enough to feel the steady hum of presence in the space between you. Aizawa didn’t want to admit it, but you had a way of invading his thoughts, even when he wasn’t fully aware of it. He couldn’t explain it. You didn’t try too hard to get into his head. It just… happened. And that scared him a little.

“I was thinking about how the city feels different tonight,” he said, his voice betraying the calm exterior he tried so hard to maintain.

You gave a soft laugh, almost as if you knew exactly what he was getting at. “It’s just a feeling,” you said, your eyes moving from the skyline to the ground far below. “Sometimes, the city just has that kind of energy. It’s electric. Makes you feel alive.”

Aizawa glanced at you, noticing the way the light reflected in your eyes, the coolness of the evening air barely affecting you. He never understood why you always seemed so unaffected by things. You took everything in stride, as though the weight of the world didn’t exist on your shoulders.

“Are you saying you feel the same way?” he asked quietly, looking at the way the shadows played across your face.

You shrugged, a nonchalant movement that only made him more curious. “Maybe. Maybe not. It’s just a feeling. You wouldn’t understand.”

There it was again—the familiar way you looked at him, like you were daring him to figure you out. You never made it easy for anyone. But for some reason, Aizawa didn’t want it to be easy. There was something about the mystery of you that kept pulling him in.

“You never make it easy,” he muttered, the words slipping out before he could stop them.

You didn’t respond right away. Instead, you looked back at him, your gaze piercing and full of something he couldn’t quite place. There was a quiet understanding between you two, an unspoken connection that neither of you had acknowledged out loud. Not yet.

After a long pause, you finally spoke, breaking the tension with your usual wit. “That’s the point, Shouta.”

The way you said his name sent a shiver down his spine. Aizawa couldn’t tell if it was the way you pronounced it—almost like a challenge—or if it was the fact that you had a way of making everything feel significant, even the smallest details.

He couldn’t remember the last time someone had affected him this way.

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“Leather jacket, collar popped like Cantona / Never knowing when to stop”

The night continued, and as much as Aizawa tried to focus on the task at hand, he couldn’t shake the feeling that something between you two was changing. He wasn’t sure if it was the mission, the hours of working side by side, or the subtle shift in the way you interacted. But he could feel it, deep in his bones.

The two of you moved through the agency’s halls, the low hum of activity almost foreign to him. Aizawa preferred the quieter spaces, the ones that allowed him to think, to breathe. But tonight, with you by his side, everything felt different.

You were talking—about some trivial detail from a past mission, he assumed—but Aizawa didn’t hear a word. He was too distracted by the way you moved. You wore that leather jacket like you owned the world, the collar popped just enough to make you look untouchable. Your presence was magnetic, pulling him in with every step.

“Shouta?” you asked, snapping him out of his thoughts.

He blinked. “What?”

“You’re spacing out again,” you teased. “I was telling you about my plan for the next mission. Focus.”

Aizawa offered a half-smile, his eyes betraying him. “Sorry. I was thinking.”

“About what?”

You always asked the right questions, as if you knew exactly how to get under his skin. He didn’t know how you managed it, but you did. And it drove him crazy in the best way.

“About you,” he muttered.

You didn’t pause. “What about me?”

He didn’t answer. Instead, he kept walking beside you, his thoughts racing.

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“Sunglasses indoor is par for the course Lights in the floors and sweat on the walls”

The mission was finally over, and the team had retired to one of their usual hangouts to relax. But Aizawa wasn’t in the mood for company. He had always preferred solitude, and tonight, the noise of everyone else felt like too much.

He stepped out of the crowded space and into the cool night air, hoping for a moment of peace. But he wasn’t alone for long.

There you were again—standing in the doorway of the building, your sunglasses perched on your head despite it being late at night. You had that same look in your eyes, the one that said you knew exactly what you wanted, and no one could stop you from getting it.

“You should probably take those off,” Aizawa said with a half-smirk as you walked toward him.

You shrugged, your cool demeanor never wavering. “Why? They make me look good.”

Aizawa couldn’t argue with that. You always looked good. He hated the way that fact kept running through his mind. He hated how you were always so effortlessly attractive without even trying.

You took a drag from your cigarette, and Aizawa couldn’t help but watch the way the smoke curled from your lips. It was hypnotic in a way he couldn’t explain. The world around him seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you standing in the quiet.

“I don’t like crowds,” you said after a while. “They’re too loud. Too much noise.”

Aizawa nodded, understanding exactly what you meant. It was why he often retreated to the quiet corners of the world, the places where only silence and shadows kept him company. But with you, it was different.

You made the silence feel… comfortable. Like he could just exist without the need for explanations.

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“She’s having a sly indoor smoke and she calls the folks who run this, her oldest friends”

Later that evening, you led Aizawa back inside, the sounds of the party still raging in the background. You moved through the crowd with ease, your calm demeanor cutting through the chaos like a knife.

Aizawa watched you, admiring the way you handled everything around you. People gravitated toward you, yet you never seemed to care. It was something he envied, something he couldn’t quite replicate.

You stopped in front of the bar, exchanging a few words with the bartender. Aizawa could see you making connections, your easy confidence allowing you to slip into any conversation without a second thought. You were a master at it.

But Aizawa knew you didn’t let just anyone in. There was a distance to you, a wall that few could breach. And yet, he’d always felt like you saw him in a way others didn’t.

You turned back to him, your eyes narrowing slightly as if you were studying him. “You don’t belong here, do you?”

Aizawa raised an eyebrow. “I belong wherever I want to be.”

You smirked, but it wasn’t one of your usual playful smiles. This one was different, almost knowing.

“Maybe. But tonight, I think you belong with me.”

For a moment, Aizawa froze. It wasn’t often someone spoke to him like that—like they understood exactly what he needed, even if he didn’t fully understand it himself. He wanted to say something in response, but the words didn’t come.

Instead, he simply nodded, and for the first time that night, he let the moment linger.

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“Sipping a drink and laughing at imaginary jokes as all the signals are sent, her eyes invite you to approach”

You didn’t speak for a while. Instead, you sipped your drink, laughing at something that no one else seemed to understand. Aizawa noticed how others were drawn to you, to the energy you exuded without even trying.

It was magnetic. Impossible to ignore.

When you looked back at him, your eyes were full of something he couldn’t name. Something that made his heart race, something that made him want to step closer.

“You’re quiet tonight,” you remarked, as though it wasn’t an observation but a challenge.

Aizawa glanced at you, but he didn’t respond right away. He didn’t know what to say. Every time you were around, he found himself lost in the details, in the way your presence seemed to overwhelm him.

“You know,” you continued, leaning in slightly, “you don���t have to say anything. I already know what you’re thinking.”

Aizawa frowned slightly, trying to hide the way your words affected him. But you didn’t give him the chance.

Your eyes spoke for you, and in that moment, it felt like the whole world shifted.

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“The look of love, the rush of blood, the ‘She’s with me’ is the Gallic shrug”

There was a moment, right then, in the midst of all the noise, the laughter, the cluttered space, when Aizawa found himself staring at you again. The entire room had blurred out, the faces of his colleagues and strangers fading into the background. All that remained was the way the soft light illuminated your features and the distinct feeling of your presence.

It wasn’t something he could explain. Not easily, at least. He hadn’t even realized when it happened, but somehow, everything about you—the subtle way you moved, the confidence with which you navigated the chaos of the night, the way your eyes locked with his across the room—it made him feel something that was not quite like anything he had ever experienced before.

He couldn’t recall the last time someone had made him feel this alive, and he hated how much that realization affected him.

You turned your head slightly, catching his gaze with an ease that made Aizawa’s heart skip a beat. He quickly averted his eyes, but not before seeing that faint, almost imperceptible smirk that tugged at the corner of your lips.

“What’s that look about?” you asked, your voice cutting through the loud chatter around you.

He could feel the weight of your stare even though he wasn’t looking at you. His body betrayed him as he found himself reacting to your presence more than he should. He hated how vulnerable it made him feel, but at the same time, he couldn’t help but be drawn to it.

“Just admiring how you command the room,” he said, his voice steady, though he couldn’t fully mask the change in the atmosphere between you two. It was electric now, the kind of charge that made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.

You chuckled softly, a knowing glint in your eyes. “I have my ways.”

Aizawa smirked, the tension between you two palpable. The words didn’t need to be spoken, but he knew. You knew.

And then you leaned just slightly toward him, the briefest movement, just enough for him to feel it. You weren’t just talking to him like a colleague, like a friend. There was something in your gaze now, something that hinted at more.

“She’s with me,” you murmured under your breath, your voice barely audible above the noise, yet somehow, Aizawa could hear it clearly.

Aizawa’s breath hitched at the words, at the intensity behind them. They weren’t just words. They were a challenge. A statement of possession, but not in the usual way. No, there was something more to it. Something deeper. And though he wanted to pretend it didn’t affect him, he could feel the rush of blood to his face. He couldn’t remember a time when someone had made him feel this vulnerable, this exposed.

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“The shutterbugs, the Camera Plus, the black and white and the color dodge

The moment lingered, yet the noise around them seemed to only grow louder. The party didn’t stop for the connection that had sparked between Aizawa and you. The flashing lights from the cameras bounced off the walls, casting fleeting moments of brightness across the dim room. Shutterbugs, flashes, people posing and capturing moments for social media. It felt like the world had turned into one big photo album for everyone around them, but Aizawa and you remained in your own bubble, untouched by the distractions.

Still, there was something about the way you held yourself in that light that made him pause. You weren’t interested in the superficiality of the camera’s lens. You didn’t need validation from the world. The only thing that mattered was what was between the two of you.

Aizawa watched you, transfixed as you pulled out your phone and casually snapped a few pictures.

“Not much of a camera person,” he remarked, unsure why he was even commenting on it. It was an odd subject to bring up, but something about the way you framed the world in your photos intrigued him.

You raised an eyebrow, the faintest smile tugging at your lips. “I like capturing moments that other people overlook. It’s not about the picture, Shouta. It’s about the memory.”

The words struck him. You didn’t just observe the world—you experienced it. You took everything in, every little detail, as though it was something worthy of holding onto. In a way, he envied that. He never took the time to stop and appreciate the small things.

But you? You saw everything. You noticed what others missed.

Your gaze shifted to him then, locking eyes once again as you raised your phone, the flash going off in an instant.

It caught him off guard. The click of the camera was sharp, unexpected, and the way you captured him, frozen in time under the flash, made something stir deep within him.

“Do you even know how good you look in that picture?” you said, almost teasing him as you glanced at your phone.

Aizawa didn’t answer immediately. For once, he couldn’t find the words.

Instead, he simply stared at you, allowing himself to be pulled into the moment. This was a side of you he hadn’t seen before. The playful, the unbothered, the one who reveled in the fleeting beauty of the moment. And somehow, without realizing it, you had captured him in that image.

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“The good time girls, the cubicles, the house of fun, the number one”

Hours had passed, and though the crowd had thinned, the atmosphere remained the same. It had shifted from chaotic to something quieter, but the energy was still thick between the two of them.

Aizawa was no longer hiding behind his usual walls. Not with you. Not now. He couldn’t help but notice how your energy had shifted, how you moved through the space like you owned it, like you knew exactly what you wanted.

But what did you want? Aizawa found himself wondering this as you glanced over your shoulder toward him, inviting him to follow.

The two of you navigated through the maze of cubicles, away from the clattering noise of the larger gathering. The further you moved from the main party, the quieter it became. There was a sense of intimacy here, in the soft glow of dimly lit hallways and the hush of retreating footsteps.

“Do you always disappear like this?” Aizawa asked, though he already knew the answer. You weren’t someone who could be easily tied down. You never stayed in one place for long.

You paused, turning to face him with a mischievous grin. “Only when I find someone worth disappearing with.”

Aizawa felt something stir within him at your words. The slight tilt of your head, the way your eyes didn’t leave his—everything about this moment felt like an unspoken invitation.

He wasn’t sure how long it would last, this connection, but for once, he wasn’t questioning it. He wasn’t overthinking.

You were the one person who could pull him away from everything, and for that, he was grateful. Because when it came to you, he didn’t need to understand it all. He just needed to be in it.

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“Before the moment’s gone, Number one party anthem”

The final part of the night came too soon. The space between you both seemed to grow shorter, the energy intensifying as the moments stretched on. And then, just as quickly, it seemed as if the moment had arrived to leave.

But you didn’t want to go. Neither did Aizawa.

As you stood there, side by side, there was a quiet understanding. You had captured him. And he, in turn, had found himself captured by you.

It was in the small moments—the way you pulled him from the crowd, the way you made him feel something he hadn’t felt in a long time. Aizawa wasn’t one for grand gestures or spoken words. But with you, he didn’t need to say anything. The moment spoke for itself.

In the end, it wasn’t the camera flashes, the noise, or the people around them. It was the two of them. Together. And that was all that mattered.

The night wasn’t over, but for Aizawa and you, it had already become something unforgettable.

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“Come on, come on, come on before the moment’s gone”

Aizawa never rushed anything. Not in battle, not in conversation, not even in love.

But last night had tested that patience in a way he didn’t quite understand.

Because there had been a moment—just one—where he had almost reached for you. Almost closed the distance. Almost let himself fall into the gravity of you.

And then it was gone.

Like smoke slipping between his fingers, the moment passed too quickly. The warmth of the night, the quiet understanding, the way your eyes had softened just slightly when you looked at him—it had been right there. And yet, he hesitated.

Hesitated because he knew what it meant.

Because Aizawa didn’t do things halfway. If he gave in, if he let himself go to you, it wouldn’t just be a fleeting thing. It wouldn’t be a reckless decision made under the haze of late-night exhaustion and too many glances exchanged across a crowded room.

It would be real. Permanent.

And maybe that’s why he let the moment pass.

Maybe that’s why, when you stood there at the end of the night, the question unspoken in your eyes, Aizawa had only given you a lingering look before muttering something about an early patrol shift.

You had smiled—small, knowing, unreadable. You always saw through him.

“See you around, Shouta.”

The words had stuck with him. The finality of them. Because they hadn’t meant goodbye. They hadn’t meant anything that simple.

They had meant: Come on, before the moment’s gone.

And now, in the quiet of the morning, with nothing but the sound of rain and the faint glow of his phone screen lighting up the dark, Aizawa knew.

Knew that if the moment came again, he wouldn’t let it pass.

[https-milo]

9 ☾ Bandages / Shota Aizawa !!

DAY 9 OF FLUFFTOBER!

Summary!

- You've been tasked with changing his bandages after the USJ incident by Recovery Girl.

a/n i dont remember much ab the USJ arc, I think Aizawa was treated in an actual hospital but uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh FANFICTION!!!

flufftober masterlist!

You only started working for UA one month before, just before the first day of school. You worked closely with Recovery Girl in the nurse's office. With your quirk being healing-related, it was only natural. But you never could've imagined a class trip gone wrong being your first real taste of helping the injured.

You had helped with minor incidents before, you bandaged Midoriya's finger on his first day of school and then again after his battle training class. Those injuries weren't minor per se, but Recovery Girl could help him out to the point when you needed to do your job, it wasn't as gross.

However, when a half-dead, elbow-shattered, bleeding-headed man and fellow UA staff got put on your hospital bed(the day after the event), you were confused and on the verge of throwing up, to say the least. "Uh, Ms. Shuzenji? What's... uh up?" You stuttered, averting your eyes from class A's homeroom teacher.

"I need you to wrap him up, dearie. I did all the healing I could," Recovery Girl kindly explained.

Startled, you quickly nodded. "OH! Um sure!" Recovery Girl nodded and walked away to the other patient in the room; All Might. You grabbed an abundance of bandages and walked back to Aizawa, who was stirring awake. You bowed at the man 4 years your senior, "Good afternoon, sir! I'm rewrapping your bandages." Aizawa said nothing and tried to sit up to make your job easier. He winced and fell back onto the bed. Quickly, you put the bandages down and guided him to sit up. "You okay? It doesn't hurt too bad, right?"

Aizawa shook his head, "No. I'm okay." He touched his forehead and showed you the blood on his finger. "Do you want to clean this?" It was rhetorical.

"Right!" You nodded and rushed away to get a cloth.

"Is she a new assistant?" Aizawa asked Recovery Girl, who was scolding All Might.

Stopping her scolding, Chiyo turned to face Aizawa, "Oh yes. Young L/n was appointed as my new assistant. Her quirk lets her see what an X-ray would. She's also nifty with bandages."

Aizawa nodded, "How old is she?"

Chiyo looked at him smugly, "26."

Noticing her stare, Aizawa rolled his eyes and said nothing further. You came running back in and huffed, out of breath, with a wet cloth. "Okay! Are you alright with me getting close to you?"

Aizawa shrugged, "Can't do your job without doing that, right?"

You nodded and pushed his hair back, showing his bleeding hairline to you. Aizawa was a little taken aback and quickly averted his eyes and tried to push the rush of red that threatened to cover his cheeks away. Tactfully, you cleaned his hairline of the blood. Once cleaned, you backed away slightly and smiled at him. "There! Now I can wrap you up."

"Yeah, thanks," Aizawa replied, his blush deepened at your words. "You can uh, back up now."

"Oh right! Sorry!" You apologized, comprehending your close proximity (only 3 inches from his face). Aizawa shrugged again, trying to act nonchalant. Nothing else was said as you wrapped the man from head to toe in bandages. "There!"

Looking down at himself, Aizawa nodded. "Thanks, L/n."

"Of course, Mr. Aizawa," You bowed politely.

Aizawa shook his head, "Just Aizawa is fine."

"Ok! Well, can I be honest?"

Quirking a brow, Aizawa nodded, "Yeah, sure."

"You look like a mummy!" You said with a hearty laugh. Aizawa glared at you but couldn't help but smile faintly at your joy.

"Isn't it your bandage job that's making me look 'like a mummy'?" Aizawa bantered.

Your eyes widened, "Oh! I guess you're right!" An idea sparked in your head. "How about I take you out to apologize, Mummy man?"

Aizawa, fully taken aback, was thankful for the bandages covering his face - which in turn covered the furious blush on his face. "Sure, whatever, weirdo."

"Great!" You shot him a lopsided smile.

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Ken Takagi (Rock Lock): "Turn Up The Heat" (NSFW) Requested by: @princeasimdiya12 Word count: Coming soon! Sumary: Finaly returning home after ten years from over seas as a sex therapist, reader reunites with his long time friend Keiko and her husband Ken also known as the her Rock Lock, managing to befriend the seasoned hero. On one fateful day the topic of their failing sexlife comes up and Reader offers a generous hand to spice things up.

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GRAYLINE STITCHES — s. aizawa

masked vigilante takes to the streets of musutafu! hero or menace? find out more on page 3.

in which. . . as the new year dawns on the frostbitten streets of musutafu, a new masked vigilante emerges—taking to the pursuit of petty crime behind dark alleyways and pointed shadows. no one really knows who he is. no one except, sources allege, an underground doctor operating well below the radar. known in whispers and backroom rumors, she’s said to patch up a shady roster of clientele—fighters, runners, vigilantes, and those who’d rather the public never learn their names. she works in silence, trades in secrets, and may be the only person alive who’s seen the man behind the mask.

editor’s notes this article contains descriptions of violence, injury, illegal medical practices, exes to lovers, angst, hurt/comfort, very little canon compliance, occasional fluff, mutual pining, drinking, slice-of-life, swearing, 17+ themes

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Sooo i hope you dont mind if i decide to resend an old request..

In the past, I was inspired by my “For you” page that made me to request this, can i request UA Teachers (Eraserhead, Present Mic, and Midnight) react to their s/o making and giving them an Amigurumi? Most amigurumi are animal based, so can you do that but for what kind of animal they each get is yours to decide.

If you dont know what an Amigurumi is, it is a stuffed crochet doll that orginated from Japan. For some reason my “For you” page have been filled with them but honestly i dont really mind.

Hope you have a good day/night!

- Flower Anon 🌸

I'm actually really glad you resent this request, aaaa! I find it so cute and am honestly in love with them, haha! Thank you so much for this idea, and I hope you'll like this, Flower Anon!!<33

Content: Established romantic relationship, fluff, sfw

Reader has no set pronouns!!

((Not proofread))

》ERASER HEAD

He wonders for a moment if it's his birthday, when you hand him Amigurumi in the shape of a black cat. But when you simply express that you wanted to give him a random gift on a random day, he relaxes and thanks you for it calmly. He may not show it outwardly, but he does really love it. He is also very impressed to hear that you handmade it for him, mainly because he could never even come close to replicating it.

Since he's stuck in the school dorms on most days due to his job, he keeps the Amigurumi on his bed, as it comforted him whenever you weren't there. It was nice to have something around that reminded him of you.

He probably also took it to class with him sometimes and puts it on his desk with the most serious expression, as his students give him confused looks. He doesn't tell them where he got it from except that he vaguely hints that it's from you with curt and unclear answers.

》PRESENT MIC

Protect your ears

To say that he is thankful and excited would be an understatement. If his loud yelling of how grateful he was doesn't prove it, then the way he was practically squishing you in a tight hug was enough. He'll immideatly ask you where you got it from, and the excitement continues when he finds out that you made it yourself. His was in the shape of a white cockatoo, which he found awfully fitting.

He expects to have a crocheting date with you now, where you teach him how to make one with you together. He just finds them so cute and is determined to create a matching one for you, even if it doesn't turn out as good. At least he's trying!

With that said, absolutely everyone he knows, including friends, family, and students alike, has met his new Amigurumi friend one way or another. The number of pictures he took of it is insane and he keeps it on his desk whilst he does his podcasts. (He ofcourse also told his dear listeners all about how talented his s/o was!)

》MIDNIGHT

She was also estatic at the Amigurumi that was in the shape of a black swan. Giving you a tight hug and a sly kiss to the cheek, she happily thanked you for the gift and praised you for your talent, leaving you a blushing mess. (Not that that's new-)

She keeps it on her all time, either in her bag to work or on her classroom desk. It's always there with her to remind her of her wonderful s/o! Midnight also gladly shows it off to everyone who cares as well, her chest practically swelling with pride when she sees the awe filled looks of her students.

She'll probably also want to learn how to make one and actually end up being pretty good at it. She'd make you a white swan to match hers ofcourse.

[adorewritess]

!WORKING ON MY MASTERLIST!

Currently write for:

-Genshin Impact

-JJK, DEMON SLAYER

-MHA

-Blue Lock

I WILL DO ANY OTHER FANDOM IF YOU REQUEST!

[veethewriter]

Hiiiii, I wanna ask for a appearance match-up of Genshin and MHA. I'm not good uiwth describing so here's a pic of mine. Thank you.~ Have a good day. Loveeeeee

Of course!! 1k event here

I match you up with neuvillette from genshin impact! (Runner-up ayato)

I match you up with Aizawa from Mha! (Runner-up Fatgum)

[kurokawaia]

BABY, YOU UP? 彡 Bakugou, Shoto, Dabi, Aizawa

| MDNI - 18+ | WARNINGS :: bakugou x fem!reader, hawks x fem!reader, dabi x fem!reader, x fem!reader, shoto x fem!reader, slight somnophilia!, pet names 'doll' 'baby' 'good girl' 'slut', voice kink, hair tugging, implied d/s in aizawas, praise, oral -> male recieving, possession + more? MINI ONESHOTS. total wc :: 2.7k

⋆·˚ ༘ *REQUEST :: Could you please write a headcannon about you wake the mha boys in the middle of the night because u are horny and wanna fuck but they have a mission in the morning. But reader is being a needy slut and they cant resist her. (pls with dabi,katsuki,Aizawa and maybe shoto or anyone you like). Could u please write is very nsfw/suggestive���👈🙂‍↔️Thaaank u so muuch! - @carokitten

DABI

This man is knocked out, when he says he is going to sleep, he is going to sleep and not waking up unless it's important. What's important right now for him? Waking up for his mission tomorrow which (to him) is an ungodly time in the morning (7am). What's important to you? Quenching that heat that's blooming in your lower abdomen as you had just woken up from a particularly nasty dream with Dabi. He's dead asleep, sprawled shirtless, half the blanket kicked off, scarred chest rising and falling steadily.

You couldn't help yourself crawl over him, straddling his waist, kissing his neck and tugging at his pants, whispering, "Please, Dabi... I need you."

He groans, cracking one eye open with a lazy smirk. "You’re fuckin’ serious right now, doll? Got a raid at 7 AM."

Your hips grind against him and your voice turns breathy, whispering, "Can’t help it… you’re so warm and I just wanna be full of you…"

His hand grabs your throat gently, lips curling up. "Tch. You’re lucky I like when you beg."

He flips you over, mouth hot on your skin. "Guess they can wait a little longer for me, huh?" And his didn't waste a second longer pulling up your black silk night gown and pulling your thong to the side, arousal connecting to the cotton. The smirk on Dabi's face deepens, "Needy slut, you are," he murmurs against your neck. "Good thing you're all mine."

All you could do was helplessly nod as a whimper spills past your lips when you feel scared hands tightly hold the backs of your thighs, pushing your legs up beside your head, folding your body into a tight mating press. It didn't take him a second longer to take his semi hard cock out. and to push it into your sopping cunt. 

A loud moan emits from your throat from the sudden contact, and feeling his cock grow hard inside you, pressing immediately against that soft spot inside your cunt, making your silky walls clench tight around his length. "Fuck," you whimper, trying to squirm away but you couldn't, you were to tight under him.

Your poor body being folded in such a position this early in the morning was not ideal.. but you did ask for it, so you can't do too much complaining. "Ah ah ah," he tuts, slowly thrusting into your pussy, a lewd squelching noise sounding through your shared room. Your knees were already beginning to ache but you can't move, not until he gets off you. "You're going to take all of it, doll. Every single inch of me."

"M'kay," you mumble, whines spilling in with your words, your hair sprawled out on the bed as you could feel a coil tighten in your stomach as he continued to make an absolute mess of you.

Dabi lowers down to your trembling body, tingles were getting sent all throughout your body from the kiss, he was being so rough yet deep. The breath was stolen from your lungs every time he moaned into your own, and you had the same effect on him.

"Such a good slut," he hums against your skin, inhaling your naturally sweet scent.

"Feels s' full though, Touya," you sob. "Don't think I can anymore."

"You asked for this, so you're going to take it all."

BAKUGOU

Bakugou is out cold, his face buried in the pillow and his hair is a mess as he snores very softly, only just a little bit. While you have tried to get yourself to finish, twice, but you haven't even gotten close to how your man does it to you, your fingers don't compare to his own and you weren't going to come down from your pleasure. You weren't, not until you had your release. Katsuki has ruined that pleasure for you because now you can't even do anything yourself anymore, you need to have him help you.

You couldn't take it anymore as a frustrated whimper softly escapes your lips, pressing your bare chest against his back, hand slipping under the covers to palm him.

He jolts awake, confused as he rolls onto his back. "The fuck you doin’? It’s-" Katsuki checks the digital clock on his bedside table and he lets out a sigh. "-3 in the fuckin’ morning, baby."

Two of your fingers hook around his boxers, a pout rising on your lips as you tug gently on the cotton. "I’m sorry... I just... need you... so bad, Kats'."

His breath stutters when your fingers move from the hem, going lower, and trace his semi hard cock causing sparks to flow through his veins at your gentle touch. "You tryna kill me before this goddamn mission?" he says before letting out a deep breathy sigh, his dick fully hardened under your hand.

You were about to say something in reply before you were quickly grabbed by the hips, throws you under him, your breasts squished up against the bed and your legs spread my Katsuki's knees, leaving you completely immobile as you couldn't even attempt to squirm out the position. "Hope you’re ready to take responsibility then, baby."

If there was one thing you knew, it was that Bakugou is rougher when he's tired, less patient with you and he will not stop until you're crying out his name. And that's exactly what he was doing.

Fat, hot, tears stream from your eyes and all Bakugou could do was smirk at the sight. If you wanted to be needy and get fucked, that is exactly what he was going to give you. The only gracious thing he had done so far was putting a pillow under your hips before letting your body rest fully down on the bed. This was more so for him rather than you... he needed a good angle to fuck you good. 

Bakugou's mass pressing down against your back. His abs were flush against your back, hands gripping the backs of your own, pressing them into the bed. Bakugou's breath tickled your ear and you wiggled your head at the warm sensation, your core getting wetter, your body trying to squirm away from the imposing hold that he had on you.

Bakugou's hands moved slowly, changing his grip so that one of his hands held both of you over your head, being cautious not to get your hair entangled within the movement. A content sigh leaves your mouth when Bakugou raises his body ever so slightly, trailing his free hand down the expanse of your smooth back before his fingers meet your slick entrance, filled with his cum from previous rounds.

"I'll make sure you're filled up real nice," he mutters against your ear before taking a nibble at the collagen, you let out a gasp at the sudden action.

Then you felt a heavy, throbbing tip press against your clit once more and you moaned from the small touch. You tried to squirm away from the pleasurable cause but couldn't as Bakugou knew your body more than you did yourself, he knew you were gonna try to run from his body due to the pleasure. So, he pressed his weight against you once more.

You held your breath when Bakugou sank his throbbing cock into your spongey walls, his length getting squeezed by every ridge within your soaked cunt. A moan left both of your mouths as Bakugou's length nudged the deepest spot within you.

"That's it, your cunt knows me so well," Bakugou moans, relishing in the way your walls clench him, how could he not want to cum inside, you feel so good. "Still taking me so good, baby." The praise makes your brain go fuzzy, numb from the pleasure. Yes, this is exactly what you needed. 

SHOTO

If Shoto is anything, he is 100% a light sleeper, so you can't even get out some enjoyment, so the second you shift from his hold and place your hands onto his chest, he doesn't miss it, slowly he blinks open his eyes. The first thing he can register, is the lusted gaze that has coated your face and the arousal soaking his body, yours and his own.

"Is something wrong?" he asks groggily. You look up at him with flushed cheeks and teary eyes.

"No, I just… I can’t sleep. I need you so bad, Sho'…"

His breath hitches, and his hand instinctively cups your cheek. "You… want to do that right now?" You lean down closer to him, lips barely grazing his own as you nod, grinding hard against him through your panties. Moans string from your moan when you feel him grow beneath you and Shoto closes his eyes, strewn in pleasure an his thoughts about the mission he has tomorrow.

His cheeks tint a soft red as he pauses his thoughts- mission? what mission?-he thinks sarcastically as he pulls your hips down harder. Number 2 heroing can come later...

"Okay. I’ll take care of you. Just try not to scream too loud… we still have to wake up early."

Shoto flips you around, pinning you to the bed with your arms and spreading your legs with his knees before capturing your lips into a deep and heavy kiss. He can feel your chest stuttering against his own with every breath he steals from you, along with the whimpers that escape your lips. Whimpers not only from the kiss but how his clothed cock perfectly slots against your bare cunt.

You didn't know how long you were going to hold out for...

But lets just say he definitely didn't disappoint you. 

AIZAWA

With Aizawa, you have to be careful around him, or else it wouldn't be a surprise, you have to be sneaking around to catch him off guard. So here you are, carefully straddling him, pressing slow kisses to his chest while he breaths deeply, still taken over by sleep, completely unaware of your advances.

You suck gently over his abs, then go lower, peppering kisses around and on the tuffs of his happy trail. A sigh of satisfaction leaves your mouth, if you had to do anything for the last time, this would be it because lord, you love his cock (and him).

A shift is felt beneath you and Aizawa's cock jumps beneath your throat before you felt fingers lacing through your hair. Aizawa tugs your hair, lifting your head up from his lower abdomen to meet his eyes, a moan falls past your lips at the gesture, your panties getting further soaked with arousal.

"And what are you doing?" he asks slowly, his voice rough and slightly scratchy from sleep which just made the heat grow bigger. Gods, you love his voice.

A sweet, sinful smile coats your lips and your hand trails down to his sweats, palming his semi-hard bulge through the fabric, "Just want you. Just for a bit. I’ll be good, I promise."

He sighs, already getting hard at the sight of you kneeling between his legs, eyes wide and needy. He desperately wanted to say he had a mission in five hours but he couldn't because he can't resist you, not at all. Aizawa lets out a sigh, mumbling, "What am I going to do with you?" before sitting up, back resting against the headboard. 

A sharp tug of your hair from Aizawa caused you to let out a pained moan, sending a pleasured shock to your heated core. Your face only a few mere inches away from his clothed, hard cock.  "Fine. But I'm using you. You started this- so you better not cry when I ruin that pretty throat of yours."

"I won't," you say, thighs clenching together, trying to relief the ache in your pussy, arousal slicking your thighs. As your doe eyes stare up into Aizawa's deep slate iris' you couldn't help but a pout befall your lips. "I promise," your fingers playing mindlessly with the hem of his sweats. 

Aizawa lets a gentle smirk rise before his free hand cups your jaw, thumb rubbing your bottom lips sensually before slipping his digit inside your mouth. Your tongue immediately wraps around his thumb, sucking slowly. "Such a good girl."

"Now get to work, sweetheart," Aizawa huffs, removing his thumb from your mouth.

Lowering your head, per your control and Aizawa's as his grip tightened around your hair, you pepper slow kisses over his hard cock, feeling the twitch come from his length after every kiss. "Don't tease," he grunts.

The roots of your head began to sting softly but it made you feel so good, and pleasuring Aizawa was more than you could ask for. Taking one last glance up, you watched him swallow the lump in his throat, eyes shut, waiting. You knew that if you pushed his too far, he'd use you in a way that have your neighbours worried from your screams.

The position you were in now, though, is perfect to suck him dry. You tug down the hem of his pants just enough to let his cock loose, long and thick, hitting just at his belly button. Gently, you grip his base, your free hand cupping his heavy balls, squeezing softly causing a a deep groan resonate from him. 

Angling his throbbing length towards you, you place a wet kiss on his tip, making sure your saliva drips down, wetting his cock. "That's it, good girl," Aizawa praises, and it only fuels your desire, your lower abdomen fluttering in response, pleasuring him makes you feel pleasured as well, because your oral fixation goes crazy. 

Dragging the flat of your tongue up the underside of his shaft, feeling the veins that sprung up to the head of his cock, deep groans are the only noises you hear, along with the wet slicking noises from the contact between your mouth and him. You spread the pre cum spilling from his slit before taking his throbbing length into your mouth. Your tongue swirled around his swollen pink tip before you took his cock further into your mouth.

"Deeper, sweetheart," he says, his hips trying not to thrust into your face. Aizawa was trying desperately not to fuck your mouth, wanting to see your lashes well with tears. A hum is muffled by his dick, the vibrations causing him to let out a deep moan. "Shit," he sighs, fuck.

Aizawa couldn't handle it anymore. If you're going to wake him up in the middle of the night, then you're getting what he gives. You gag on his length when he pushes your head down all the way to his base, your nose tickling his hair around his cock, your hand quickly makes contact with his thigh.

"That's it," he praises, moving your head at a pace he enjoyed, letting him take control. Aizawa started moving more quickly, which made you start crying even more. When you hollowed out your cheeks, he let out a stifled sigh that made him hesitate to approach further. He pulls away from you, his load spilling into your mouth. "Let me see."

You lift yourself up from his cock and stick out your tongue just for him, he lets two of his own fingers massage his cum on your tongue. "Good girl," he praises. "Swallow."

You nod, doing what he says.

"Are you feeling better?" Aizawa asks and you nod.

"Yeah!"

Do not copy, steal, modify, etc. Relogs and like are appreciated.

honey's a/note:: i hope this was okay lmao, there def is grammar and punc mistakes in this but oh well, 3am is peak writing time for me, i should be working on my presentation thats due in a fornight but oh well. if anyone has any other characters for this idea lmk :) or maybe the reverse role 👀 i know that some of these were half asses but ill get back to them i swear

[nanamisgirly]

look at you.

face smashed against the cold tile, drool slicking up the surface, mascara running down your flushed cheeks. dress bunched at your waist, panties shoves to the side, legs spread wide to take everything he's giving you. he has you stretched wide around his cock, stuffed to the brim—thick veins dragging against your swollen walls, molding you to take him, to be nothing but a tight, dripping hole for him.

your boyfriend got one hand twisted in your hair, yanking you back so your spine curves perfectly for him, while the other grips your waist. you can barely think, barely breathe, each punishing thrust shoving you up on your tiptoes. “that's the last time you pull some dumb shit like that,” he grits out, dark eyes staying locked on the way your slutty cunt flutters around his cock, creamy and dripping, making a filthy mess of him every time he sinks balls-deep—slick squelching with every thrust, pussy milking him like it's desperate to be bred. his heavy balls slap against your clit, sinful and wet, sending jolts of overstimulation up your spine.

you thought he wouldn't do shit, thought you could tease him, rub up against some random loser and he would just sit there, looking all cool and composed. you didn't thought he would fuck you like a total beast in some dingy club bathroom, cock abusing that sweet little spot inside you, making you see a whole new galaxy.

“t-thought you d-didn't get jealous,” you slur through the hot tears wetting your lips.

a sharp slap stings your ass, heat blooming under his palm, making you jolt. “i don't,” he growls, hips ramming into you so hard your cheek smushes against the cold tile. 

“w-wait—”

“nah,” he grunts, dragging you back onto his cock, “slut don't get to talk.” his pace speeds up, his heavy length spearing into you making your hands slip against the wall as you scramble for anything to hold onto. your walls squeeze him so tight, pulsing around his montrous cock—mind gone, too fucked-out to do anything but take it.

his breath stutters as you tighten around him, sending a fresh pulse of pre-cum spilling deep inside you. his thrusts turn messy, erratic, grinding you into the wall like he's trying to fuck you straight through it. 

another slap lands on your ass, sharp, electric. “gonna fuck you until you're too dumb to pull this bratty attitude again.”

[kitkat13001]

you have no idea how aizawa has put up with you for this long. 

“shota, baby, i need your help.”

you’ve practically got a master’s degree in bullshit, but even you’re struggling to keep it together with this one. 

you’d just called him up on the phone with what’s probably one of the stupidest ideas you’ve ever had, and now you’re trying to keep your voice even. 

“what is it, doll?”

you cover your mouth to keep from giggling and take a breath. “i’m in the kitchen right now and i can’t find the matterdaddy.”

“what?”

you cover the receiver and muffle a snort into the couch cushions. “i can’t find the matterdaddy, do you know where it is?”

“what the hell is the matterdaddy?”

he realizes as soon as it leaves his mouth and he heaves a great, disappointed sigh as you burst into raucous laughter. 

“i don’t know, daddy, what’s the matter with you?”

he makes a noise of distaste. “you’re depraved.”

“and you’ve got ‘gullible’ written all over your forehead,” you giggle. 

“i’m hanging up the phone now.”

“m’kay,” you hum, catching your breath. “have a good rest of your patrol. love you, mwah.”

he makes a low hum back. “i’ll try. love you too.”

“no kiss back?” you tease before he can hang up. he sighs loudly again, but you hear the soft smack of his lips on the other end as he pecks the receiver before the line goes silent. 

masterlist — dividers by @/saradika graphics — saw this reel n couldn’t stop giggling. may or may not be down bad 🤭

[esspeon]

“Dare you.”

You scoff, crossing your arms over your chest with a raised brow. “Say it to my face, I dare you. Tell me what you told her.” He says, getting closer to you. “I said, I bet you have a small dick.”

That small yet direct altercation is what’s got you bent over this desk, hands tied behind your back and legs spread. Really you and your friend were speaking loudly so he could hear and when she asked you if you thought he was big, you purposefully said that one specific thing a little louder. “Wanted me to treat you like the whore you are, huh?” He lets out a breathy chuckle, rocking his hips even harder against your own, making sure you felt just how deep he was and by the looks of it —your tear stained face and spit covered chin— he’s pretty sure he’s fucked the words right out of your pretty little head.

“Oh? Looks like I’ve fucked you dumb, hm? Too bad I’m not done with your pretty cunt just yet.”

[theeyoungalabastoralt]

Current WIP's and the order they will be written in!

"Anything For You, Your Highness." A Platonic FTM Reader x Odypen (SFW) - Sumary: After Odysseus hadn't returned in over twelve years and the Suitors start to grow restless, Reader; a long time friend and servant of the royal family takes matters into their own hands to assure that Penelope can stick to her promise of staying loyal to her husband and the only way they knew how to do so was to become a 'suitor' themself.

"Turn Up The Heat" Rock Lock x Male Reader (NSFW) - Sumary: Finaly returning home after ten years from over seas as a sex therapist, reader reunites with his long time friend Keiko and her husband Ken also known as the her Rock Lock, managing to befriend the seasoned hero. On one fateful day the topic of their failing sexlife comes up and Reader offers a generous hand to spice things up.

[chericos]

men who are so sentimental and sappy it's PAINFUL

You’d always dreamed of your wedding—the venue, the bouquet, and, of course, your first dance.

you grew up watching your parents fall deeper in love with each passing year. spent days watching back through old family CDs of their wedding. of their first dance.

the video was practically worn out from the countless times you’d replayed it, watching their first dance over and over. you've practically ingrained it in your brain. every step, spin, dip, rhythm, the look of pure unbridled unadulterated love, that they shared between them. it was burned into your memory.

and naturally, you imagined yourself in their place. your arms wrapped around the person you'd spend the rest of your life with. your love. so when you met him. the man you couldn't envision a life without, you mentioned it. only once, in passing. and you never brought it up or thought about it again further down the line with planning.

so imagine the shock on your face, the venue packed with friends and family when the first notes of their song began to play.

he took your hand, his grip steady and warm, guiding you into the first step. for a moment, you hesitated, the familiarity of it overwhelming. but then he smiled, that soft, knowing smile that told you everything without a single word, and you let him lead.

the steps were the same. every turn, each twirl, the way he dipped you so perfectly, as though he’d practiced it for months (spoiler: he did). and you realized, as the music played on, this wasn’t just a dance—it was the dance.

when the song ended, you stood still, holding onto him tightly. “you’re unbelievable,” you said, your voice shaky.

“no,” he whispered, pressing his forehead to yours. “I just love you.”

LEVI, ARMIN, NANAMI, SUGURU, CHOSO, AIZAWA, SHOTO, IZUKU, VANDER, JOUNO, KUNIKIDA, CHŪYA, NOÉ, KYŌJURŌ, ROY, AKI, AKAASHI, SUGAWARA, + your faves

@ CHERICOS 2024 all rights reserved do not repost, edit, copy, translate or plagiarise my works

[kleftiko]

just think of getting mad at tall men.

those who tower over you easily with their height, so naturally intimidating to those around them. able to pick you up with one arm like a small child and make you feel small and insignificant in their presence no matter your own size.

who really shouldn't be scared when you're screaming their ears off. in fact, it should be cute when your finger is pointing up at them, small frame trying to intimidate him as you scold them.

but when your neck starts to ache looking up at them, and you tell them to "sit the fuck down!"

they do it.

CORAZON, shanks, katakuri (op) kageyama, ushijima (hy) aizawa, fatgum (mha)

[sqtorux]

you cunningly rock your hips while sitting on his lap and he's STRUGGLING.

and you're so sly knowing exactly what you're doing to him. you can see him visibly struggling, his jaw clenched hard but you have no intention of stopping.

"isn't it so hot guys?" you adjust your seating, grinding against his erection subtly. your circle of friends agree but he's not listening or contributing to the discussion about some temperature.

you push further bravely upon seeing how desperate he was and move up a notch, gently brushing your hands on his rock hard dick.

he exhales a breath of hot hair, tickling the back of your neck and your confidence splurges. you boldly rock your hips again, just one more and you're done — you promise yourself.

but just as you were about to execute your amazing idea, big firm hands stop your motions short. they hold against your hips, immobilising you in place.

he leans closer into the crook of your neck, grunting softly "you're gonna regret that."

"regret what?" you look at him innocently.

he huffs out an annoyed scoff as his hot breath tingles the side of your neck "lets see how slick you can be when i have my way with you later."

gojo satoru, geto suguru, nanami kento, toji fushiguro, nakahara chuuya, tetcho suehiro, michizo tatchihara, shota aizawa, dabi, akaashi keiji, tsukishima kei, wakatoshi ushijima, levi ackerman + your contributions?