#mr aizawa fanfiction

[aheckinmess]

So, I'm going to attempt to do Kinktober this year as a fun little challenge for myself. But because I'm obsessed with both MHA and JJK right now, I'm writing two versions of each prompt for Kinktober. One with a MHA character and one with a JJK character.

Here's the list I'm working with!

Praise -> Izuku Midoriya/Satoru Gojo

Caught Masturbating -> Tomura Shigaraki/Yuji Itadori

Edging -> Hizashi Yamada/Toge Inumaki

Virgin -> Shouta Aizawa/Satoru Gojo

Begging -> Izuku Midoriya/Yuta Okkotsu

Breeding -> Enji Todoroki/Ryomen Sukuna

Somnophilia -> Shouta Aizawa/Megumi Fushiguro

Spanking -> Hitoshi Shinsou/Kento Nanami

Eating Out -> Hizashi Yamada/Yuji Itadori

Temperature Play -> Enji Todoroki/Choso

Against a Wall -> Eijiro Kirishima/Megumi Fushiguro

Predator/Prey -> Dabi/Yuta Okkotsu

Bondage -> Shouta Aizawa/Kento Nanami

Monsterfucking -> Fumikage Tokoyami/Ryomen Sukuna

Fuck or Die -> Tomura Shigaraki/Suguru Geto

In Public -> Hawks/Toge Inumaki

Knife Play -> Twice/Suguru Geto

Size Difference -> Toshinori Yagi/Toji Fushiguro

Dom/Sub -> Enji Todoroki/Kento Nanami

Orgasm Denial -> Tamaki Amajiki/Yuji Itadori

Hate Fuck -> Katsuki Bakugo/Toji Fushiguro

Deep Throating -> Hitoshi Shinsou/Megumi Fushiguro

Pet Play -> Hawks/Suguru Geto

Sleepy/Morning Sex -> Snipe/Megumi Fushiguro

Masks -> Twice/Choso

Olfactophilia -> Katsuki Bakugo/Toge Inumaki

Roleplay -> Snipe/Choso

Punishment -> Dabi/Choso

Blindfolds -> Mr. Compress/Satoru Gojo

Biting -> Eijiro Kirishima/Toji Fushiguro

Aftercare -> Mr. Compress/Yuta Okkotsu

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Favorite moments from each chapter of my Ambush Sim fic so far:

Chapter 1:

So why are you here, bruised and hiding out from your father when you should be safe at home, enjoying the second chance so many never get to have? - Unspoken thought by Aizawa about Dabi.

Chapter 2:

“What, you mean this?”  Touya gestured to his black eye.  “It’s just a one-time thing, Sako.  Nothing to get worked up over.”

“I’m sure your mother thought the same.”

Chapter 3:

“You know you always have me, right,”  she whispered.  “Please never forget that.” - Fuyumi to Touya

Chapter 4:

“You wait till we’re back outside, asshole,”  snarled Shuichi, but he was grinning.  “I’ll show you what’s what."

“Can’t wait.  Charcoal lizard.”  Touya leered at him.  “Just like your cooking.”

“Just like your face.”

“Burn!”  Jin cried.  “Not cool, man.”

Chapter 5:

He peeled off his glove and stepped forward, keeping his eyes focused on the pair until he had a hold of the stranger’s neck, all but his middle finger digging painfully into his flesh.  Abruptly, the man stopped talking, going stiff under his touch.

“I don’t know who you are,”  Tenko said.  “But if you don’t let him go this instant, I’m going to turn you to dust.” - Tenko to Nine

Chapter 6:

“Riddle me this,”  Sako had asked him during one of their more inebriated moments.  “Who is the most invisible man at the party?”

“I don’t know, tell me.”

“It’s the photographer, my boy.  You never see the photographer in photos.”

Chapter 7:

“This is a charming house.  Terrible lodgings.   The open floor plan.  Intimidating.   Fancy kitchen.  Snobby.   Big, ol’ TV.  Excessive.   This place is great.  I wanna go home. ” - Twice about the Todoroki family's vacation house.

Chapter 8:

“Dabi, I’m afraid I cannot find my position on this stage.”

“What?”

“I got lost.”

“You what?”

“I got lost.”

He came to a baffled stop.  “What do you mean you’re lost?  How did you get lost?”

“Well, you see, dear boy, in the city, things are organized.  Named streets, numbered avenues, maps with train routes and schedules.  Out here,”  the magician paused dramatically.  “ A tree is a tree!” - Honestly, I had so many favorite moments writing this one. I could do a top five moments for this chapter alone, but this part is also a comic.

Chapter 9:

“Snap out of it!”  Twice shook him, hurting his neck and his palms were causing his piercings to dig painfully into his skin.  Beyond him, Dabi could see Mr. Compress standing over them, head tilted to the side and face unreadable behind the mask.  “Touya, I know that look,”  Twice continued.  “You’ve got a buncha other selves in your head and they’re all fightin’ each other.  I get it, but you hafta listen to me, man!  You just gotta pick one, okay?  Pick one voice.  Preferably your voice of reason! ” - Twice doing his best to talk Touya down from an anxiety attack.

Chapter 10:

He hadn’t meant to hurt his brother, but it wasn’t until after he grabbed a fistful of his black hair and Touya screamed that Shouto realized it wasn’t a wig. - Also favorite line in the whole fic.

Chapter 11:

“Ten years, but I finally, finally get to say that!  Found you.” - Ragdoll to Touya.

Chapter 12:

“But you don’t make that easy!  You never have!  You live behind your barricade and you keep it fortified with every bit of barbed wire, briars, and bits of broken glass you can find and anyone who tries to cross it only cuts themselves!” - Shouto to Touya

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Pairing: Aizawa × GN!Reader • Words: 1,6 K

Summary: A haircut tale

Tags: slice-of-life, cute, fluffy, romantic stuff

CW: none worth mentioning. SFW

The apartment was cloaked in the cozy ambiance of evening, the soft glow of lamps casting warm pockets of light in the living room. As the door creaked open, announcing Aizawa's return, the air seemed to shift with expectancy.

It wasn't the kind of anticipation that made a person’s heart leap. Instead it felt more like the sort of expectation that came from people waiting for their loved ones to get home at regular basis for weeks on end, filled with both excitement and anxiety bubbling up inside.

Even after years of marriage, you still had butterflies for him whenever he entered the room you were in.

"I'm back," Aizawa's gravelly, deep voice resonated through the space, carrying the weight of a taxing day. He unburdened himself of his shoes and bag, the fatigue etched on his features. The journey down the building's hallway felt like a gradual shedding of the day's strain. 

"Hey, Sho, welcome back!" You called from the kitchen, your voice a gentle melody amid the quiet that once reigned in the place. "Long day?" You asked, your eyes landing on his tense figure.

He nodded, pausing at the kitchen's doorway before offering a small smile. "Yeah, you could say that."

The smell of cooking food wafted towards him as his gaze swept over the room. The counter was covered in various ingredients, some in the middle of the cooking process and others just sitting there in piles, ready to be added to the mix when needed. 

"Did everything go well today?" You asked, turning around from the stove to greet him properly with a kiss on the cheek. He returned it affectionately, leaning against your body for comfort and security, but only for the briefest moments before pulling back to take a look at you.

"Yep," he responded, the same way he always did every time. He was never one for long talks or unnecessary details about his day, preferring instead to focus his attention on how you were doing instead.

"How are you feeling today? Anything interesting happened while I was gone?" He questioned, reluctantly pulling away from your welcoming embrace to remove his binding cloth from around his neck. 

"I'm feeling alright." You answered truthfully before proceeding with a small shrug. "And not really. The highest point of my day was going grocery shopping. It was a tiring work though, so I didn't do much after that."

"Ah, right," the hero nodded knowingly, his cloth now hanging around one of his arms. "Next time you go grocery shopping, remember that I have to be there too." Aizawa reached out his free arm and gently pulled you into another tight hug.

Your arms wrapped around his torso in return, your face pressed against his chest. "And put even more tasks on your overly busy day? No way." Your tone was playful, but there was an undertone of concern that Aizawa picked up on instantly. 

"If anything, I should be the one getting all the chores done on this end, since you're not here as much as I am. I don't want you working yourself too hard," you protested.

His head rested on top of yours, his hair tickling your skin lightly. "Still, I'd rather it be me than you," he said firmly. "Besides, it makes me feel bad knowing I'm making it so hard on you due to my workload." 

You sighed fondly. "You know I wouldn't mind helping out if I could." You stated, hoping to make it clear to him that you didn't mind. But there was nothing else you could say to change his mind, so you simply agreed with him with a small pout.

You carefully untangled yourself from his tight but gentle grip, searching for his eyes. "C'mon, sexy, go wash off the sweat and dirt that's clinging to your face. Dinner is gonna be ready soon," you told him with a soft voice.

He let out a tiny chuckle before walking towards the bathroom, a fond, small smile adorning his lips. You smiled at the warm feeling in your chest, and then went back to your cooking, the sound of running water following shortly thereafter.

As he retreated to the bathroom, a cascade of garments left in his wake, and the warmth of the shower soothed his sore muscles as he rinsed away the dust that had accumulated during his arduous workday.

Shower felt even better than normal after a tiring and long day, and his shoulders loosened as he stepped under the steaming showerhead. 

He had his eyes closed and his mouth partially open as he used it to breathe while the water poured over his head, rinsing the shampoo away from his scalp. It was an intimate and vulnerable moment. It was also calming.

After cleaning himself up, he stepped out to dry his body and get dressed in his sleepwear – a pair of loose pants and a simple t-shirt.

Upon checking to make sure everything was alright with his appearance, Aizawa stared at his reflection in the slightly fogged-up mirror. His gaze lingered on the unruly curtain of long bangs that veiled his eyes, now being an unintended consequence of neglect amid the demands of his work.

The weariness etched in his features was momentarily eclipsed by a bemused frown. Aizawa ran his fingers through the disheveled and damp strands, a silent acknowledgment of the overdue task at hand.

He brushed his hair, aware of how his bangs were almost reaching his chin. Putting the hairbrush down, he tried his best to comb them again with his fingers, trying to make his hair less wild and disorderly.

After a few minutes of struggling, he sighed exasperatedly, giving up his attempts. What good would a couple of extra combing do him anyway? It was getting too long. It was bound to become an issue sooner or later.

In defeat, Aizawa emerged from the bathroom, a towel draped over his shoulders, his usually unkempt hair dripping slightly. He stood in the doorway again, gazing at you with a hint of weariness.

"Is dinner almost ready?" He inquired, his eyes flicking towards the culinary ballet that persisted while he was in the shower.

You glanced over your shoulder, a playful smile tugging at your lips. "Almost. Just finishing up. Why? Hungry?"

He scratched the back of his head, a familiar gesture of contemplation. "Not just that," he admitted, his gaze turning to the bathroom's door for a moment. "I think it's time I did something about this." His hand gestured towards the curtain of his disheveled bangs.

Your eyes followed the unspoken cue, understanding what he meant. Setting down the spatula, you approached him, your fingers lightly grazing the strands that shielded his eyes.

"Want me to do something about it?" You asked, your tone teasing yet sincere. Aizawa's eyes met yours, a silent acknowledgment passing between you, and he muttered. "If you don't mind."

You tiptoed, pressing a chaste kiss against his cheek, and smiled. "Don't be shy," you murmured. With a gentle gesture, you guided him to a chair at the kitchen table, the aroma of the cooking dinner enveloping both of you.

As he sat down, you walked over to the bathroom, searching for a comb and for the box that held secure your sharp hair scissors.

"Ready for a change?" You teased, after coming back to the kitchen and getting closer to where he sat, standing in front of him. Your fingers ran softly through his damp hair.

Aizawa huffed, a faint smile playing on his lips. "Just don't cut it too short, please. I like it longer."

The corners of your mouth quirked slightly, and you nodded in response, combing his hair in a bun before tying a elastic around it, securing the bun as a temporary fix to prevent his locks from getting in the dangerous way of the scissors.

As you moved on to combing his fringe next, you noticed Aizawa closing his eyes, the tension in his frame gradually decreasing. The sight warmed your heart, and the peaceful atmosphere settled around you as you focused on combing his hair, gently moving the comb through his bangs, careful not to damage it.

You gently lifted his chin to get a better look, and after a minute or two of gentle combing, your hand finally stopped its motion to reach for the scissors you had placed on the table. "Don't move now, okay?" You whispered gently, the words accompanied by a gentle touch to his head.

"Mhm," Aizawa hummed softly in agreement. He kept his eyes closed and continued motionless, the tactile sensation of hair falling gently through your hand heightened the intimacy of the moment.

He finally allowed himself to relax under your touch. The occasional snip of the shears resonated like a quiet melody, punctuating the soothing ambiance.

"You're surprisingly good at this," Aizawa remarked, breaking the comfortable silence.

You chuckled. "I've had some practice. Plus, it's a small way to take care of you." 

He hummed once again, his hands resting loosely on top of his lap, now completely relaxed.

You carefully trimmed away the last remaining locks of hair, brushing his hair until only half the mess remained.

After taking a small step back from your handy work, you admired it. "Done. I didn't cut it too much. It'll still keep its fluffy quality, don't worry."

Aizawa opened his eyes and gazed up to meet yours, and his eyes softened, his expression becoming more serene by the second. 

Taking the scissors from your hand and placing them back on the table, he grabbed your other hand into his, pulling it towards his lips in a gentle hold. He placed a kiss on the back of your hand. "Thank you. That was very kind of you."

You shook your head, smiling in amusement. "No need to thank me, love. We both know I'd help you with whatever you needed even without you saying anything. You deserve to be taken care of every once in awhile." You squeezed his hand slightly as he leaned forward, pressing another chaste kiss onto your knuckles, his stubble tickling the soft skin of your fingers.

After pulling away from touching your hands, he stood up, a gentle smile on his face. "Let's finish up with dinner," he said, ready to assist you.

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[skymar13]

Master list

All my links are messed up

All characters aged up

Multi character

Bakusquad

-Back to school with the bakusquad - https://

-Baku squad reacting to you dying in battle - https

-Breaking up with the bakusquad- https

-Bakusquad being jealous- https

-opposites attract the bakusquad- https

Deku squad

Back to school with the deku squad - https:

Lov

Pros

All characters

Helping 1A student with post war effects - https

Period troubles - https

“I can’t live without you” Tw: character suicide and reader death. - https

Blondes - https

“Just the tip?” - https

Sweet pussy dinner - https

If the world was ending - https

Character specific

Bakugo katsuki -

Class hothead x class sweetheart - https

It’s way too much - https

Pink promise- https

Too little too late -https

Izuku midoriya -

Big number 1 - https

Kirishima eijirou -

The gentle hero - https

The manly hero - https

Denki kaminari -

Secret freak - https

No longer a virgin - https

Hanta sero -

Tenya iida -

Shoto todoroki -

Shota Aizawa -

it’s going to be okay - https

Hitoshi shinsou -

Tokoyami Fumikage -

Neito monoma -

Neito monoma - https

Mic -

Hawks- Mr bossman- https

All might -

Dabi -

Shigaraki -

Mr.compress -

Mina ashido -

When you wake up next to him -https

Kyoka jirou -

Secret freak - https

Ochaco Ururaka -

Momo Yaoyorozu -

Tsuyu asui -

Tooru hagakure -

Himiko toga -

Mirko -

Mt lady -

Star and stripes -

Midnight -

Mei hatsume -

Kendo itsuka -

What I won’t write

Rape / non con

Adult x minor

Incest

Beastiality

Murder or anything of the sorts

Requests : open✅

[red-riot-unbreakable-heart]

Aizawa's First Kiss | Shota Aizawa x Oboro Shirakumo

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Ship: Shota Aizawa x Oboro Shirakumo

Genre: Fluff, Romance, Lemon

My Master List!

Shota Aizawa’s First Kiss

It’s dusk in the city. From a dingy rooftop, Shota watches the golden summer sun slip beneath the jagged horizon line of skyscrapers. Sure, the city is beautiful from up here. But honestly, he wishes he were in the grimy streets below throwing punches at villains. Two weeks into his internship and he’s already starting to feel frustrated, cooped up and useless. The Pro Hero mentor that he and Oboro Shirakumo share has been pleasant enough – giving them tips and teaching them a combat technique or two. But when it comes to practical hero skills, the Pro has been leaving Shota and Oboro to watch from the sidelines as he cleans up the city streets with his sidekicks.

Shota watches as their mentor zigzags through the alleyways below, chasing after a car thief. He balls his hands into tight fists and counts to ten, letting out a deep sigh of irritation. He turns to his friend to remark on how useless he feels but is stunned into silence when he sees the way the sunset’s glow sparkles across Oboro’s gentle features.

There’s no doubt about it - Oboro Shirakumo is an attractive young man. At 18 he’s tall and slight, his face almost impish with its sharp upturned nose and soft cheeks. His puffy silver hair flows around his face, almost weightless. His quirk allows him to create clouds of all shapes and sizes – his hero name “Loud Cloud” is a bit on the nose.

Currently, Oboro sits cross-legged on one of his clouds, eyes closed. He’s floating a few meters off the ground, hands tucked behind his head as he enjoys the last of the sun’s heat. Shota marvels for a moment in his friend’s beauty – the way he just seems to radiate warmth. Oboro’s eyelids flutter open and he looks down at Shota questioningly.

“What’s on your mind, Eraser?” He asks, getting to his feet and letting the cloud dissipate into vapor. Shota shifts on his feet, remembering why he’s in such a sulky mood.

“We’re not learning anything valuable here. Maybe we should ask UA to have us reassigned.” He groans, shoving his hands in his pockets reflexively.

“You’re always so impatient, Shota.” Oboro Shirakumo puts a hand on Aizawa’s shoulder, grinning good-naturedly at his friend. “We’re learning plenty! Also - these things take time. You can’t completely level up and be patrolling the streets in two measly weeks.”

Shota glares at his friend through his peripherals. He shakes off the warm hand that’s causing goose bumps to bloom under his dark hero costume.

Of course he would say something like that. It’s no surprise that Oboro thrives in the agency environment – as an extrovert, he’s naturally good at networking and picking up office culture. Shota’s brooding nature doesn’t quite fit in the bright, window filled agency office in the center of the city. He constantly feels uncomfortable and out of place. The sidekicks try to be nice to him, but he can sense their discomfort as well. No one aside from Oboro seems to know how to interact with Shota and his quiet, gloomy vibe.

Shota finally voices the true thought that’s been nagging at him. “I don’t belong here, Oboro. I should be interning with an underground hero.” Shota tucks his chin into his chest – a childhood habit that’s stuck with him and comes out when he’s brooding. Oboro considers him, a soft smile pulling at his lips.

“Stop sulking, Shota.” Shirakumo says simply, causing a lightening strike of anger to flare up in Shota’s chest. On instinct, his quirk activates and his hair flares up.

“Wow, you are really in a bad mood today, huh?” Oboro looks at him appraisingly, still smiling. He’s not afraid of Shota – he never has been. “Shota. I think it’s important that you learn the basics from a Pro in the spotlight. There are so many lessons here that can easily be applied to underground hero-work. Plus, you’ve gotta make connections with all types of heroes so you can hit people up for team-ups in the future.”

Shota grumples unintelligibly – he knows that Oboro is right. But that doesn’t mean he has to like it. He takes a few deep breaths and deactivates his quirk, his dark hair falling back down to his shoulders.

“You know what your problem is, Shota? You really need to learn how to chill the fuck out.” Oboro activates his quirk and forms a new cloud beneath his feet. It lifts him up a few feet into the air and he rides it like a skateboard around the length of the roof before coming to a stop back at Shota’s side. “For example – instead of being existentially angsty right now, you could be enjoying this beautiful sunset with your best friend. Look at all those golden colors and the way the city sparkles in the light, Shota! It’s a Kodak moment!”

Shota glances to the side and once again is struck by how pretty Oboro’s face is, his silver hair sparkling in the dying light of the sun. Oboro turns back to look him in the eyes and says cheekily “Kinda romantic, don’t ya think?” He winks. Shota’s stomach does a summersault.

He looks away and shakes his head. “You’re annoying.”

“And you’ve got a stick up your ass.” Oboro retorts easily. “Oh look – he caught the car-jacker!” He points down at the sprawling cityscape at their Pro Hero mentor who’s now handcuffing the criminal to a parking meter. “That was fast.”

Their headset comm units crackle to life and one of the Sidekicks sends the pair a quick message. “Eraser Head and Loud Cloud, please hold your positions. There may be another carjacker in the area. Please await further instructions.”

“Ugh. And here I thought we’d be done for the day.” Shota grumbles, watching as the police cars start to pull up to the crime scene, sirens flashing in the dying daylight.

“Looks like we’re stuck here for a bit!” Oboro says cheerfully, watching the scene below with satisfaction. “No civilian casualties – sweet!”

Shota rolls his eyes. “This was a small time car thief, not some big brawler villain. Of course there weren’t casualties.”

“Wow, Shota. You’re a real stick in the mud today.” Oboro turns to fully look him in the face and takes in the bags under Shota’s eyes. No wonder Aizawa is so grumpy! It’s clear his friend isn’t taking care of himself – Shota looks exhausted and disheveled.

“Sho…when was the last time you got a full night’s sleep?” Oboro asks gently, reaching out to place his hand back on Shota’s wiry shoulder.

“Ugh I don’t know. I’m too busy training.” Shota grumbles. He doesn’t shake off Oboro’s hand this time. Now that Oboro’s mentioned it, a little rest doesn’t sound so bad. He thinks longingly of his room at the agency with its blackout curtains and cozy bed. Maybe a break from training would do him some good, clearly his nerves are on the fritz.

“Buddy, I really think you need to take better care of yourself. How are we going to start the best agency in the city if you’re already worn down at age 18?” Oboro says kindly, kneading Shota’s shoulder softly. Shota avoids Oboro’s gaze – it’s too open, too caring. They’ve been friends for almost three full years and he still hasn’t gotten used to that look.

Oboro’s gaze is impossibly soft as he takes in the rest of Shota’s appearance – his eyes roam over Shota’s shoulder length hair, dark as a midnight sky. His hero costume matches his gloomy attitude – a black jumpsuit with dark combat boots. Oboro and Hizashi have often made fun of Shota’s hero costume for looking too emo. But here, on a rooftop in a crime-ridden city, Oboro has to admit that the outfit is pretty intimidating. The jumpsuit is deceiving – it makes Aizawa look skinny and weak. The way the color contrasts against his sallow skin tone makes him look almost frail. But Oboro knows better – Shota is one of the strongest combat fighters in their class. He doesn’t even need to use his quirk to overpower an opponent hand-to-hand combat – he’s that good. Also, he’s a good 6 feet of pure muscle. Oboro’s snuck enough glances in the locker room to know that underneath that drab outfit, Shota is packing a shit ton of muscle mass. His eyes roam across Shota’s trim waist and he longs to move his hands down to grip his thin hips. But no…that would be weird. Best friends don’t grab each other by the waist.

He brings his stare up to the grey capture weapon is wrapped loosely around Aizawa’s neck. This is a new addition to the costume – Shota has been training with the support item for a good two years now, and has only just begun to master it. This is the first time Oboro has seen him wear it in the field, and he has to admit that it looks pretty cool. Shota is just so fucking cool and beautiful that it hurts Oboro sometimes. It makes his heart squeeze in all the worst ways. He feels his pulse quicken as he thinks through a plan that he’s been working to hatch for months now. A plan that can now unfurl itself since Oboro and Shota are completely alone.

He continues to survey Shota thoughtfully. Shota’s face grows a bit hot under the scrutiny; he’s honestly not sure what’s got Oboro so locked in on his costume. It must be the binding clothes – they are a new addition, after all. It must be something more than that, though. Shota has been trained to understand a shift in body language – something is making Shirakumo nervous.

Oboro gulps down his fear – it’s now or never. “You know what you need, Sho? A pick me up!”

“Coffee would be nice.” Shota says hopefully, his angst melting away a bit at the mention of caffeine.

“No, no, not coffee. Something else.” Oboro says teasingly, but now Shota feels extra annoyed at being denied the simple pleasure of caffeine. “Quick, close your eyes!”

“Ughhhh.” Shota lets out a long noise of aggravation but complies. He lets his eyes flutter closed, assuming Oboro is going to do some of his usually hippy dippy guided meditation shit. Not that he minds – he loves the gentle timber of Oboro’s voice as he talks Shota through a calming meditation. It’s something Oboro does often amongst their friend group. His mom is a yoga instructor, and he channels her energy well. If everyone is grouchy he’ll demand they do a quick reset and take them through a 10 minute gratitude meditation. By the end, they are all usually feeling a bit less on edge. Shota lets his mind clear in preparation for Oboro’s upbeat voice to implore him to set an intention.

But there’s only silence.

Shota stands quietly for a moment, eyes closed. He’s trying to be patient as he humors his friend, but his nerves are already so on edge today that he’s getting a little fidgety. Meanwhile, Oboro is trying to pluck up the nerve to carry out his big, beautiful master plan. He takes a step closer to Shota, sweating.

“…Oboro?” Shota asks aloud, waiting for a response. Nothing. Instead, he hears a shuffling of shoes as Oboro scoots closer and closer to him. He almost jumps out of his skin when he feels his friend’s warm hand cup his cheek. Shota’s eyes fly open and he finds himself nose to nose with Shirakumo, their faces just inches apart.

“I’m gonna show you something better than caffeine, Sho.” Oboro whispers, his voice husky as his eyes dart down to Shota’s lips. Shota’s brain is going absolutely haywire and he breathes in sharply. He can’t seem to comprehend that Oboro is so fucking close and touching his face. His hand is so warm and soft against the rough stubble of Shota’s cheek, and his skin smells like mint and fresh baked bread. It’s intoxicating. Shota feels his body leaning in towards Oboro, wanting more of whatever is happening here. Shota wants to melt into him, wants their bodies to slide together and become inseparable. This is not something that friends usually do, is it? He doesn’t fucking care.

Oboro brushes his thumb across Shota’s lower lip. He smiles as he stares at his friend’s irresistibly perfect cupid bow. He licks his own lips before leaning in and closing the distance between them. Shota’s eyes widen as soft, pillowy lips press against his own. He’s never been kissed before, and so he never knew how wonderful it could feel to have his mouth slide and press against someone else’s lips. He feels like there’s an ocean full of stars in his chest, fizzling and popping and threatening to burst out of the spot where his heart lives.

Oboro deepens the kiss, sliding his hand behind Shota’s head and up into his hair. He pulls his friend closer so that their chests touch. Shota winds shaky arms around his friend’s neck and kisses him back with such ferocity it leaves him breathless. For a moment, he wonders if he’s doing it right. But based on the way that Oboro is enthusiastically kissing him back and pulling at the roots of his hair, he figures he must be doing enough right for now.

When they finally break apart, the first stars of the evening are starting to wink down at them from above in the dark city sky. The final rays of the sun have disappeared behind the skyscrapers and the city streets seem to be quiet in the summer haze.

Shota looks up at his friend, his arms still wrapped around Oboro’s neck. He’s feeling shaky and winded, his heart beating far too fast for his liking. He finds he doesn’t feel much like brooding anymore.

Oboro gazes down at him through heavy lashes, his face plastered with a smile of fondness and warmth that Shota has never quite seen before.

Shirakumo is the first to speak. “Sho…I’ve been wanting to do that, like, forever.” He laughs, a bright sound that hangs in the thick summer air and wraps around Shota like a warm blanket.

“…really?” Shota asks, stunned. He can feel his face is flushed but he doesn’t feel the need to hide it.

“Of course! I’ve been wanting to kiss you for literal months!” Oboro says before freeing a hand so he can point at the alleyways below them. “I even asked the sidekicks if they could leave us up here alone for a while, hoping I could gather up the nerve to finally do it.”

Shota freezes at this and then lets out a long groan of irritation. “Oboro. You’re telling me that you purposefully got us assigned to a fake mission? You knew we weren’t going to do any hero work tonight?”

Oboro raises an eyebrow. “Are you complaining?” He dips down and kisses Shota soundly on the lips, eliciting a surprised groan of satisfaction from his friend. He breaks the kiss with a smack of his lips. “Yeah, I didn’t think so.”

“You’re purposefully inhibiting my education.” Shota says, trying to keep his usual neutral look pasted on his face. He can’t help the way his cheeks are twitching into a grin. “You’re a menace to me, and to society.”

“And don’t you forget it.” Oboro winks and it sends shivers up Shota’s spine.

A sidekick’s voice crackles through their earpieces once again. “Eraser Head and Loud Cloud – we rounded up all the criminals and we’re done for the night. Report back to agency HQ for a debrief. Over and out.”

“Sounds like we need to head out.” Oboro says, with no intention of releasing Shota from his warm embrace.

“Yeah.” Shota says simply, having nothing else important to add. He’s punch drunk on all the kissing and his head is spinning – he can’t make sense of the fact that his best friend might actually like him back.

“Don’t worry.” Oboro says, activating his quirk to summon a large cloud beneath the two of them. “We can take the long way back – I think we have a lot to talk about.”

“Mm.” Shota nods, feeling like an idiot. He’s tongue-tied, not sure how to even begin to start this next conversation. The cloud is cushy and Shota moves apart from Oboro so that it can support his weight. They both get into comfortable sitting positions and Oboro directs the cloud to take them to midtown.

“Or…we can just kiss the whole ride home.” Oboro suggests mischievously, reaching to grab Shota by the binding clothes and pull him roughly back into his arms.

“A better pick me up than caffeine, a hundred times over.” Shota breathes before craning up to meet his friend’s lips.

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Thanks for reading! 💕 - RedRiotUnbreakableHeart

[nikki-152006]

In case anyone is interested in reading a Dabi fanfic I'm writing on Quotev currently:

DETAILS:

slowburn

realistic-ish

I'm not sure whether you call sort-of-kindapping a hero students and forcing her to work for you until everyone actually gets close as Enemies to Lovers but that's what it should be?

[For spoilers or reader feedback, feel free to check the discussions/comments section.]

Poster: (a little blurred here for some reason idk why) (also, before you ask why I'm adding this, idk why)

Initial chapters may be a tiny bit off considering I'd written them quite some time ago but the current ones are going good ;)

Quick summary? [if u don't want spoilers, read only first 3 paras]

This isn't the official story description, it's just a hurried summary in layman's language for the Dabi fandom but here it goes— the reader's character or the MC is a third year hero student along with Midoriya Izuku and his batch. They've all been fighting the Paranormal Front for almost three years now but have not yet been able to completely foil All for One.

Apparently the Front has been lying low for some time which is obviously suspicious. In actuality, AFO is trying to swallow Shigaraki's body and the guy is fighting hard. The heroes meanwhile launch a joint underground investigation and send only hero students in it (why this, is a story plot reveal later on). And just to the worst of her luck, the reader runs into Dabi on the very first day.

Is it a typical "oh I ran into a villain incident on the very first time and Imma fall in love with him just like that"?

Nope. As mentioned above, the fanfic is "realistic-ish".

Well then one day Aizawa gets to know and there's a catharsis of all the guilt and trauma she has had while being with the villains because of course it feels like cheating on everyone who she has ever known.

It's slow burn so obviously, there is a massive, massive block of "platonic" (as these both call it) teasing and playing around before MC realises her feelings.

But it doesn't magically become the sweetest thing in the world, because oh. The story name is "Deviated" and she knows this sort of a relationship between a hero and villain is far too deviated from what can be accepted by the world.

Unless the war breaks out.

War arc has just ended and I'm currently writing the very first post-war chapter.

Translation: realistic romances have begun!

There's a lot I'm going to get out in this chapter because Dabi is an immediate lead to long threads of intoxicating fantasies (to everyone who even likes him) and so why not?

LINK to Deviated- Dabi X Reader

[poem-bee]

Explosion Twins (9/?)

Old Bonds, New Battles

A/N; I'm here again with a new chapter. So if you aren't comfortable with any of the stuff below, don't read this chapter.

TW; Violence, Injury/Blood, Fire, Manipulation/Control, Emotional Trauma, Darkness, Implied/Mentions of Death, Fear, Anxiety, Child Endagerment, and anything else not added.

Shigaraki’s gaze flicked toward me across the platform. Just for a second. No one else saw it.

No one else would’ve recognized the twitch of his pinky—like he was suppressing a giggle. That twitch meant he was excited. Giddy.

And knowing him? That meant chaos was about to unfold.

"Kurogiri!" he barked, voice like nails-on-chalkboard. "Separate them."

Just like that, the chaos broke loose.

A misty vortex split the class in two before I could even power up. I watched in flashes—

Spiderman wannabe and Dumb Zap dropped into the flooded zone, Human Frog leapt in after them, Peppermint was already freezing a horde of minions stiff—and me?

I was left standing in the center platform with only a few others.

And Mr. Aizawa.

Who just dove into the villain swarm like a complete madman.

“Dumbass...” I muttered, heat gathering at my palms. “You better not die. I haven’t even gotten to punch you yet.”

The fight was escalating, I was standing at the main entrance- watching everything unfold, then suddenly I was in front of Handface.

That warp thingy must have sucked me in. The smoke was rising but my breath was steady. My quirk revved in my chest like a hot engine, humming under my ribs, begging to burn.

Handface spread his arms wide. Like he was welcoming me home.

"Let’s see how much you’ve grown, Little One," I could practically feel the creepy smile that's hiding behind his hand. I smiled.

I'm out of breath. Where am I? What happened. Oh. I remember. I was with sensei, then my quirk got out of control again. The building was on fire and I ran.

Yes, I ran, but where am I now? It's dark. I don't like the dark. Where's Suki and mom and dad. Where's sensei? There's blood dripping down my forehead but I barely register the pain.

"Are you cold?" I look up to see a dirty, white(?) haired boy staring down at me. He looks a few years older than me.

Where did he come from? Did he also lose his parents? "You're trembling, you must be scared. Don't worry, my master will be here soon. I'm sure he'll take you with him if you behave"

I blink.

Take me with him?

I shuffle back on the concrete floor, sparks spitting from my palms as instinct kicks in. I’m not trying to attack him—I just can’t help it. My body always flares when I panic.

He doesn’t move, even when the sparks lick the air. Instead, he watches me. Curious. Like I’m new. Like I’m something worth keeping.

"You're like me" He says

"Who are you?" My voice is small, trembling.

“What’s your name?” he asks. He doesn't answer my question, I don't mind. I almost don't notice

"Haruki, Bakugo(u?) Haruki" A twitch at the corner of his mouth. Almost a smile. 

“I’m Tenko,” he says. “But they call me Shigaraki now.” Shigaraki. What a weird name.

"We're gonna be friends, best friends. Master will love you, and we're gonna learn how to control our quirks together." He uses his thumb to brush some dirt off my cheek. 

"Who's your master?" I've calmed down and somehow forgotten about Suki. About mom and dad. About Sensei.

"He's a great person" He says and I feel like I have to ask.

"Is he a hero?" I ask, somewhat interested now. 

"No, but he is to me. He saved me when no one else did, when everyone left. He's the only one I have now" he has this look on his face like he's looking at something that's not here. 

"You have me" I say and give a little smile. He pauses for a moment.

"Yes, I have you now too" He says, before givving me a hug, but I notice he doesn't lay his palms on my back.

Does he not like touching people like that? I shrug it off and hug him back, giggling a bit when he presses his face into the top of my messy hair.

We were just children, but it was the start of something beutiful.

Handface lunged at me and I quikly doged. He hadn’t changed much. Not really. Still the same slouch, the same anxious twitches.

Still dragging those creepy hands all over his body like some DIY haunted costume. Still staring like the world owed him something—and he was going to collect whatever it was.

"I misssed you, you know? Our training sessions, the praanks we used to play on each other" He jumped, aiming for a blow to my stomach.

"I missed you too, though I don't appreiate you ambushing my class in the middle of training" I'm a bit out of breath now, but I'm doing better than him that's for sure.

"Hope you haven't been slacking off on training Foxy" Foxy. The nickname he gave me once we actually became friends. Once I was old enough to understand he was a villain. That never stopped me from befriending him though.

"I wouldn't dream of it." I was about to throw another punch at him when a strong gust of wind suddenly blew us both backwards.

I looked to where it came from and noticed All Might throwing punches with a giant purple bird like thing that has it's brain sticking out. 

“Nomu, kill him!” Handface coughed, staggering to his feet. “Rip All Might apart!” I turned to him, frowning.

"You're still on that arc, huh?" I said, brushing my hair out of my face. 

“Of course I am,” he snapped, chest heaving. “He’s fake. He stands for nothing. You should know that more than anyone.” I sighed and shake my head. 

"Can't save everyone all at once Shiggy" He stared at me from behind his hand once All Might somewhat got the upper hand on the Nomu-as he called it.

"Come with me Foxy" he said, almost pleading, Almost.

"You know I can't do that Shiggy" I said it gently, like a truth we’d both rehearsed in our heads a thousand times. It wasn’t anger. It wasn’t even defiance.

Just… certainty. I couldn’t. I wouldn’t. And he knew it. His hand twitched near his neck, fingers curling and uncurling like claws with nowhere to sink into.

He looked… tired. No—frustrated. Like a part of him wished I’d just say yes so he could stop pretending he didn’t care if I didn’t.

"Why? he asked, voice low "They're not like us. They never will be."

"Because if I don't, I'll be giving up on what I think is right. Same way you don't give up on what you think is right. We're on two sides of the same world Drifter" He groaned fondly at the nickname. He looked to side where All Might is now mercilessly pounding the Nomu before continuing.

"My time here's almost up. If you won't come with me, then at least promise me we can meet up once in a while. Like the good times" He said just as the black mist from earlier appeared behind him. 

"Of course Drifter. We'll meet at our special spot on Saturday?" He smiled from behind his hand.

"See you then Foxy" And with that, he disapeared into the mist thing just as a voice called-more like yelled-out my name.

"HARUKI!!!" I turned to see my brother running in full speed towards me. "WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU HUH?! YOU COULD HAVE GOTTEN HURT OR WORSE. DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW WORRIED EVERYONE WAS?!" 

"Were you worried too Suki" I said mockingly. He only 'tch'-ed at me before grabbing my wrist and pulling me towards everyone else. I noticed Mr. Aizawa on a stretcher and sighed internally.

I told him not to get himself killed, how am I meant to get a punch in now? I can see his chest rising and falling even if it's a little bit.

Glad he's not acctually dead. 

“You really don’t get it, do you? We don’t need you taking risks like that. Not when you’re the only one who can do what you do.” Suki spoke again and internally rolled my eyes.

I pulled my wrist free of his hold, folding my arms with a smirk. “Yeah, yeah. I get it. Overprotective twin brother mode activated. I’ll try not to blow myself up next time.” Even though I technically didn't use my quirk. He doesn't need to know that though.

He shook his head, but a small smile tugged at his lips. “It’s not about you being reckless, Haruki. It’s about us. We’re a team, and when one of us gets hurt... well, it messes things up for everyone.”

"I'll keep that in mind next time Twin. Sorry for worrying you tho" I said genuinely. He looked back towards me for a brief moment before looking back forward.

"Tch who said I was worried?" I chuckled a bit. We got in the bus, seating next to each other this time. We walked home together like always, with a comforting silence between us.

Mom and Dad were worried obviously since they alrady saw the news, but we ashured them everything was fine.

The evening stretched out peacefully after that, a calm lull after the storm. I went to sleep pecefully after dinner. And somewhere deep down, I was counting the hours until Saturday.

The Echo of Trust

We shared a path, a whispered vow, A quiet truth—I see it now. Your smile, a mask; your hand, a blade, In trust’s warm light, the shadows played.

You spoke of stars, then stole the day, And turned your back to walk away. Yet still I stand, though torn apart, With dagger buried in my heart.

So this was interesting to make, and I'll be posting my other fic later as well. Stay tuned my lovely readers~

[darkness-ren]

Shinso x Long Lost Twin Reader (2/???)

Quirk: Siren: has the ability related to the mythical sea creature, using their voice to hypnotize the target however they want or command. It leads for the victims to feel dazed under the effects by it. As an example: the mind will sense the relaxed all over their body, eyes turn milky white.

Warning: EraseMic scene, Sadness, Transformation details

1st Person POV

The silver-green humanoid girl sits on the soft grass while eating at least five captured fishes she successfully hunted. It was good enough except for a little blood dripping on her hands, but her hunger got the best of her.

The survival instincts awaken within her genes.

Now she felt guilty for doing such a thing. The predator instinct was far stronger to argue anything else when she was hopeless on what to do.

Got to go with instincts no matter how horrible it is.

The purple haired girl felt sort proud for managing to hunt on her own. Just hope the fish population wouldn’t die out of existence in her waters. Then has no choice to use her useful quirk on the surface animals like the forest creatures lurking around. That made her feel guilty about using it for the kill then singing however she pleased.

Maybe her morals prevented them from activating it on them. She prefers men if she gets the chance to take her rage on them, since she believes they weren't considered having emotions like her kidnappers did in the past. See their eyes hint the glance of evil and obsessiveness for what? Didn't care but wanted to get back at them. The hatred spread across her very heart. Like a disease that was untreatable.

Kurogiri was the only acceptable way to earn her trust. Even though she noticed he had the vessel of an unfortunate man.

She jumped into the waters, washing away the blood stains out of her skin. Cleansing away what she did. After a few couple of splash she seemed to feel a bit clean, looking at the bone of the fish she devoured. Quickly grabbed them from the grass to not leave any evidence of her existence. If some local mortal hikers were to discover it then they might come here and bring more of their kind.

The purple haired girl wouldn’t want some of these disgusting beasts coming here and disturbing her home. Always clean up after yourself before you leave.

Those were her papa’s words of advice.

She dived into the waters to head back to her home, hopefully that maybe he had come back. Her papa ….

“This sucks. I can’t wait to see this!”

“OOH I wonder if their blood would taste like!”

“Please, keep your tone down, you two.”

“...Can’t believe the doc created something that could kill us instantly’

“Shut up, you three…” The light-blue haired male shouted at three of his team members except the mask showman. “I don't want to hear anymore complaints from either you or I’ll disintegrate your mouth!” He grunted his teeth together while they were continuing on walking to the location of where that nomu might be. The abandoned lake cabin. If it's there then they could have a chance to corner it before it strikes first.

He was absolutely mad when the doctor told him about this girl.

Kurogiri kept this thing secret for the past few years and did not bother to mention her then the ‘power’ he was supposed to retrieve first thing. Instead he was going to meet up with her.

After what doctor Garaki spoke a few details about her, how she frightened him when she first transformed into cross-humanoid fish like nomu. He didn’t bother mentioning her quirk but testing to see if he was ready. To see if he was worthy to be All For One's successor and hopefully return that girl back, so he could actually fix up the problem within that rebellion teenager. Her quirk is the ultimate downfall for the pro heroes. It shouldn't be easily ignored but used against them.

Meanwhile they continued to hike through the forest, careless line this gonna be an easy piece of cake, a nomu is nothing but mindless servant. Except Tomura, he seems cautious on how this girl almost killed the doctor. Less care about her and more focus on activating his goal, and she is the key to get these heroes to fear him.

He wanted so badly to kill her for everything. Having the reason for Kurogiri capture in the first place and locked away into a high-security system.

‘Time to teach this brat an important lesson about hard reality..’

Timeskip

Present Mic was driving his car at high speed while both Aizawa and Shinso were kinda freaking out because of how he was driving. After they were inside of the car, the upbeat voice pro hero didn't hesitate on turning on the engine and drove like mad out of hell. Like he was in a hurry.

When Oboro/Kurogiri confessed about something, another thing was located somewhere in the river as the last lead. The only other place that the forest area has reserved is with river creek, it was abandoned over 15 years ago. Where he and along with Aizawa and Midnight first camp out during their summer break.

Shirakumo’s family lake cabin. His family sold it off when their son died and moved somewhere as if they didn't want to live in the painful memory of their first born being taken away so young.

Now, this mist nomu is using it as a hideout for that thing! It boiled his blood like fire. He hopes to find that monster that ungodly reanimated the corpse of their best friend, and captured whatever it is, swimming in the waters.

While Shinso lightly touched his bracelet in comfort, not understanding what's going on with his mentor’s friend when he started to drive. When he returned, he noticed a few tear stains on his face. He could have asked what was wrong but Aizawa wasn't much of an opening person.

Possibly after this, he’ll ask him what happened before returning from this supposed ‘emergency’ that he canceled training and took Mic with him.

Aizawa looked through the rearview mirror of his student and remained quiet in the backseat. And he grew uncomfortable as his fingers kept touching the shell of his bracelet, lightly.

He knew very well, it was something personal as family complication and the death of the family member; his twin sister. When he went through Shinso's family profile, his mother seemed a hard working nurse, his father kicked out and wasn't in contact with his only child after the tragedy scene, the disappearance of (Y/N) Shinso.

He waited until the purple haired boy told him about his family background, he would have easy access from Principal Nezu. But denied because it was the boy’s choice if he felt like talking about it. It wasn't like he didn't care. But wishes to confess in his time. Seeing him lightly caress the shell with so much gentleness. It is a sensitive topic.

While the two men and the boy were driving to the location, hope that this mission doesn't cause a lot of incidents.

In the woods

Tomura along with Toga were desperately running away as fast as possible while Dabi swung his hand out as blue flames spread further towards two of his allies.

What causes the scarred man to go on attacking Tomura and Toga like this?

Flashbacks Earlier

Tomura spotted the nearly broken down cabin while the others were behind him. Quietly as they approach it. Twice seem to get scared as he mumbled under his breath,

“This is a bad idea, Tomura. It's a trap!”

Spinner growled but slap his hand on Twice covered mouth, “shut up, before it-”

“Did you guys hear that?”

All of them faced the black spiky haired scarred male, not moving but looking at something in his direction. His voice seems to have a somewhat soft tone.

“Uh ..no” Toga blurted but seemed to not hear anything but the heavy breathing of Twice. She looked at Dabi then at his direction on where he was looking. Nothing but the river itself. She almost saw something purple vision just vanished. Looked at Dabi.

“Such a melodic voice, isn't it not..” Compress said. She faced her father figure, he was acting strange as well. This was something getting her uncomfortable on why she couldn't hear anything from what he and Dabi were actually hearing.

None of them weren't making any sense at all.

Tomura tried to hear something but felt himself crying in silence. Then Spinner got close to him, placed his hand on his shoulder, “boss, cover your ears..” Quickly Tomura grabbed out the earplugs and put them on.

Another enchanting voice echoes at the entire forest, Twice pulling the reptiles mutant hand down,

“It's beautiful, you guys…” he said. Looking around for the voice that was calling out to him.

“Guys, close your ears with-” Spinner stopped talking. He was unresponsive as eyes pupils turn into milky eyes, along with Compress, Dabi and Twice. They all faced Toga and Tomura….. their quirks began to activate as they walked forward towards them.

“Kill them….” The voice of a menace female spoke only those ruthless sentences.

Flashbacks End

The purple haired girl was crawling her heavy body away from the lake since she decided to pull herself out from the river and tried to flee as soon as possible. Before her quirk will release the intruders from her hold. It was a good quirk, if only they don’t further away from her reach beside physical hand contact like slap or hit can free them from her hold.

Soon enough she gasped under the horrible spread across her entire body, mostly her tail and her back. Gasping let out of her mouth while she tries to surpass it. Then her tail was slowly forming into split appearances of legs forming.

Her once cyan skin color turned into (s/c) along with her face becoming a lot youthful but mature as a young lady then her child appearances. At last she felt no more of the heavy tail weight, looking behind seeing two sets of legs.

The teen girl was amazed at the sight of real legs. Twirling herself around as she looked at them. But tried to move. Nothing but stiffness as she was able to do anything with her lower body. She crossed her arms around her body, feeling cold temperatures hitting her bare skin. Quickly she continued to crawl towards the empty but steady boats. If she could find a spare blanket that these unfortunate people left behind.

Time Skip

As soon the mustang vehicle was driven up and stopped near the empty dust mailbox, quickly the black haired man got out of the car running towards the front door without waiting for his old blonde friend and his protege. Aizawa kicked the door hard and went inside of the house.

Once Present Mic and Shinso stepped out of the car, the voice pro hero was observing the area while the purple haired student noticed something at the docks. He quietly headed to the docks, kneeling down and feeling sick through his stomach, and ripped fish flesh off with no bones but blood stains, it looked fresh. Meaning they are around. He thought.

“Uh, Sensei?” He called out since he was kinda creeping out. As if the beast was around waiting to slaughter their prey, meaning him and the two pro heroes here.

The blonde haired man appeared next to him. Looked at the same blood stain, “someone was here.” He said but likely worried that if there was a chance of something being caught by the LOV already.

Until they heard distant cries from the woods which both of them were facing in the direction where it's coming from.

“Stay here..” The voice pro hero ordered as he hurried himself running towards the scene on where the cry was located. Shinso wanted to follow but couldn't since he wasn't licensed but decided to head to stand by and maybe wait for a couple minutes if Mic didn't return.

Inside of the house

Aizawa was carefully searched around the messy but ruined living room. Finding nothing. It seems clear until he moves on to the upstairs. His hands grip on the strand of his gray captured weapon scarf, being prepared for any surprises. As he tried to get emotions for being here once again, with a terrible reunion.

How long did Oboro keep keeping whatever it is here for?

Then he seem to guess something, if it held then-

Noticed in one of the guestrooms as he stepped inside. nearly handmade dress, with long sleeves? The color was pure white. Almost like a wedding dress but notice there were no veils laying around. This had him uncomfortable. What his former friend did to keep some girl as hostage, was absolutely horrifying when he learned about Eri’s history.

This was his friend’s behavior when looking after someone.

Then he saw something laying on the bed.

A silver pendant necklace.

Shinso walked towards the docks since he couldn’t help but felt like something was here. Almost like a call speaks to his vein of searching for something. His purple hues are carefully observed from right and left in case something might jump on him if he isn’t watching his own back, like Aizawa said: Must look after themselves or otherwise be as good as dead.

Sounded harsh but at least he was honest.

He was like a father figure to him that he misses since his biological father vanished and hasn't kept in contact with him at least since his mother divorced his father. Guess he does not want to be involved in his life anymore, that hurt him all his life until he stopped caring about everything.

With his mom gone, He was the only one left until EraserHead sorta took him in, and Present Mic kinda acted like an uncle but more like a mother figure. He didn’t mind but felt comfortable with new family, if those two just date already then making obvious hints of him and Aizawa showing around campus or when they left for a mission. Or saw some purple bruise on their necks visible with no covered scarfs or makeup.

It was a simple life for Shinso, never complaining about anything but dearly missing someone important in his loney but gray world.

While he looked around he saw three boats but one had blood stains on it. He gripped his capturing scarf in instinct mode, they were in the water or one of the boats probably dying. He quietly approached it. In a few steps he felt his heart beating under an anxious expression. Like he was in horror films, just as he slowly walked towards the edge of the boat, he gasped softly. At the sight of a girl near around his age, unconscious but covered in a dark gray blanket.

What was disturbing him right now besides she was naked, did those monsters hurt her physically and leave her bleeding. Carefully he reached towards the girl, gentle but made sure that the blanket wouldn't fall revealing her chest.

Highly inappropriate but hopes no one takes this the wrong way if he carries her back to the car. As he brought her into his arms, noticed something on her neck, gills? So she is a mutant-hybrid girl. As Tsu and Ojiro.

While he made sure she was covered in the blanket completely. It seems good enough. He just carried her in bridal style but smelled something burning in the air.

That's when he saw something blue from the roof, it spread wider with hot temperature that had him back away it.

Now he and this unconscious girl are definitely endangered by blue flames gonna suffocate them here. Looked around but found no way out but the boat itself.

Having no choice but went into the other boat since he wasn't supposed to do anything else but get the girl and himself away from the flames before it trapped them both here.

"papa.. don't leave me.." she mumbled while being unconscious but had her thoughts on Kurogiri. It had her tears when she had the unfortunate news from one of the men, well the mutant reptile when she asked the whereabouts of her papa.... It had her heart drop as everything went into slow motion..

"Sorry.... Child..." The purple mist nomu whispered as he was communicating with her from the farthest distance. Inside of the swirling mist, the corpse of the light-blue haired male had started to develop tears.

[mysteroads]

CHAPTER 17: FINALLY

Summary: The League finally receive their backpay just in time for UA's winter break to start. Finally, some peace and quiet for the League and teachers to enjoy. Maybe even some quality family time for the holidays. 🎄⛄Shigaraki knows exactly what sort of quality time HE wants, and now that the students are out of the way, he's done waiting for it.

Excerpt:

 “You have my portal coordinates, Kurogiri?”

“Yes, Tomura Shigaraki,” Kurogiri said, sounding utterly resigned. He gestured and a portal appeared beside him.

“Excellent,” Shigaraki said, and started for the gate.

That was enough to snap Shouta out of his daze. It only took one step to get between the portal and Shigaraki. “Where do you think you’re going? You’re still on parole.”

Tomura raised his brows, and tilted his head to one side, as if Shouta had asked something silly. “Well, I’ve been such a goody-two-shoes lately, I thought I’d give myself a treat.” He opened the bag without looking away from Shouta and pulled out a can of spray paint, shaking it, “Maybe indulge in a bit of graffiti,” he dropped the paint in favor of a lighter, “or some arson. I’ve been told it’s cathartic. Or…” he dropped the lighter and tapped his lip with one long finger in thought, “If I’m feeling in the mood for a classic, I might just go rob a convenience store. I am a villain after all.” Stepping forward, he got right into Shouta’s space, so close they were nearly touching, and looked up at him, eyes dark with something that sent anticipation curling low in Shouta’s stomach. “Question is, Eraserhead, what are you going to do about it?”

Narrowing his eyes at the challenge, Shouta leaned down and growled, “I’m going to give you a thirty second head start.”

Shigaraki’s grin was fast and violent. “Good.” He grabbed Shouta’s chin in one hand and kissed him. Shouta had just enough time to process that Shigaraki’s lips felt like cracked marble and that his mouth was cool against his own flushed skin, before Tomura pulled away enough to whisper, “Yes, or no?”

“Yes,” Shouta said immediately, and this time he kissed Tomura, one hand on the back of his head, fingers threaded through cloud-white hair to hold him in place.

[sakumon16]

Owing to a recent request, I have a new story for you all. It’s not half bad!

It involves a certain blue-haired hero somehow surviving death, and how he escaped with the help of a mysterious magician…..

I don’t own this. The creators do.

[sadbigemini]

Here's my first fic prompt, it is short lol ~ MHA/BNHA

Nezu's Private Class of Gremlins

This fic is about the private class of Nezu's personal students. These students also have to have more than just smarts to be chosen. Or even considered really.

All Gen Ed classes are taught by Nezu instead until heroics and lab time. Though some of them probably tested out of some classes.

The most personal students Nezu has had before was two at a time. Those being Mic and Aizawa. Ectoplasm, and Power Loader.

These students get guaranteed spots as teachers at UA after they graduate if they want them. Just like Aizawa,  Mic, Ectoplasm, and Power Loader.

Ideas for said students: Midoriya (obviously lol), Shinsou, Hagakure, Kaminari, Hatsume, Monoma, Kurorio, Shishida, and Kaibara.

After heroics the herolings go with Eraser for more extensive underground or twilight hero training. If that's what they want. While Hatsume (if you pick her) is in the lab for another extra hour.

Ecto takes over some of Nezu's principal duties when he's teaching them.

Aldera is gutted and reformed. All staff are either arrested and permanently lose their license, lose their license and could be reformed into getting them back, or permanently losing their license. All staff is replaced and the new additions are handpicked by Nezu.

All Aldera students are put in mandatory extra reform/rehab classes, mandatory therapy, and/or some even have community service.

This could also happen to any of the other gremlins past schools.

Midoriya Inko is a good mom. A lawyer? A cop? Idk but the nurse thing is getting old.

maybe this could be a civil war au???

The HPSC when they hear about his private class: Haha, I'm in danger

They are all still involved in the villain attacks bc they have heroics with 1-A and 1-B

Obviously all of these gremlins use the vents.

Vlad is simultaneously exasperated and terrified of them lmao

Power Loader is the same but he also loves them lol

And that's all, folks!

[autumnmobile12]

So I made this comic.

And then I made this one.

I have others planned for the same alternate universe.

There's too many ideas and too little time to do all the comics I want to do since this is a very slow medium of storytelling.

So I thought, 'Screw it, guess I'm writing a fic now.'

The Summer Camp Ambush Simulation

The kanji on the wooden hyousatsu was too worn, weather-beaten, and altogether rotted out to be clear, but he could tell it used to read Sako.  The house itself had probably been a nice place in some distant past, a comfortable home where a thriving and happy family once resided.  Now, the windows were clouded with grime and mold, the front yard was overgrown with weeds, and the engawa-porch had warped into a terrain of its own.  As he stood before the front door, looking over the address he’d copied from his notes one last time, Aizawa was reluctant to imagine what state the interior was in.  With some disappointment at finding he was in the right place, he let out a tired sigh and rang the remarkably still intact doorbell.

A short conversation.  In and out.  No hassle.

From the other side of the door, a muffled voice immediately answered the bell with an exasperated shout.  “No, no, no!  There are far too many people here already!  I did not sign up for my home to become the halfway house for wayward youths!”

Aizawa frowned and took a strategic step back, bracing himself for possible aggression as a series of rapid footfalls grew louder and louder in their approach.

“Well, who’s here now——”  the voice continued, only to go dead silent when the front door was flung open, aside from a quiet,  “Oh.”

It was odd seeing Sako Atsuhiro without his mask.  He looked younger than he sounded and from the way he stared at him in bewilderment, Aizawa suddenly felt his visit had not been expected after all.  “Good evening,”  he said.  “I have a certain matter to discuss with Todoroki.  I was told to meet him here.”

...

Full chapter available in the link above.

If you want a read a fic where the Vanguard are a vigilante group participating in UA's summer camp by running a surprise attack simulation, plus extra, I gotchu.

I also try to write as much 'in character' as I can if that interests you. No hate to OOC, I just love the challenge of trying to keep true with canon personalities as much as the fan-plot allows.

[sundeathh]

LOVE BITE

ONE-SHOT | MASTERLIST

Pairing: Aizawa × GN!Reader • Words: 1,1 K

Tags: slice-of-life, cute, fluffy, romantic & cheesy stuff

CW: none worth mentioning. SFW.

It was a quiet night, and the soft glow of the bedside lamp cast a warm ambiance across the room, the gentle light reflecting off the walls adorned with framed memories of shared experiences. The rhythmic patter of rain against the windowpane only added to the comforting cocoon of the bedroom that had long turned into a sanctuary from the outside world.

Aizawa sat propped up against the headboard, engrossed in a book, his features softened by the gentle light. Beside him, you nestled comfortably against his side, your head resting on his shoulder as you idly traced patterns on his chest. The silence between you was comfortable, broken only by the occasional turn of another page or soft sighs of contentment.

"Would you like to have dinner now, love? I can go fix something for us if you're hungry." You mentioned, noticing you two have been cuddling like this for a while now, and it was getting late.

"I'd like to stay like this for a while longer, actually. I'm really comfy right now. I don't wanna move." He responded in a soft, relaxed voice, contrasting the stern one he usually wears at work.

After nodding your agreement, you moved just enough to place a gentle kiss on his jawline, and your lips inadvertently brushed against a spot on his neck, causing him to tense slightly. You paused, noticing his sudden stiffness, and looked up to meet his eyes, searching for more clues on his reaction.

"You're really affectionate tonight," Aizawa says with an even softer tone than before. While lowering his book to his lap, Shouta snakes an arm around your shoulders and pulls you back against him, moving his hand up to caress your hair.

That action makes you smile, and you lean your head on his shoulder again. "Well, I am affectionate when it comes to you… I thought you already knew that."

A quiet, breathy chuckle comes from within his chest and he says, with a hint of amusement in his voice, "Oh, I'm not complaining. It's… really nice."

Your heart flutters, and you lift your head to look at him with big, loving eyes. His eyes are soft, a rare expression that he wears only in moments like this, and his cheeks turn to a light shade of pink.

You can't help but smile at the sight of him. He looks so… homely, like a breath of fresh air. All you want to do is shove him all the love and affection you can muster.

So, without thinking twice, you lean in, planting a soft kiss on his cheek. The skin is warm against your lips, and his stubble causes a rough sensation to your lips, but you don't mind.

You lean back to allow yourself a moment to really look at him, and the usual sternness is replaced by an endearing warmth. It's a look that makes him appear vulnerable, open, and surprisingly captivating.

The contrast between his usual stoic demeanor and this softer side of him leaves you amazed, wondering how someone can exude such strength and yet look so irresistibly adorable at the same time.

Closing your eyes, you lean in to press your lips against his cheek again, unable to contain yourself as the temptation is too big. And what you end up doing is a little more intense than a kiss. Instead, you part your lips and press your teeth on his skin, giving his cheek a light, affectionate bite.

Aizawa jumps in surprise, and his breath catches in his throat. "W-wait, what are you doing?" His voice is slightly shaky now, and his breathing quickened a bit.

His reaction startled you too, since you weren't expecting him to jump. Pulling away, you bite your lip sheepishly, feeling embarrassed for having such bold behavior. "Sorry, Shouta. I didn't mean to startle you."

He blinks slowly, his brows furrowed as if he was trying to process what happened. Then, he shakes his head, looking away from you, his face flushed more. "It… it's okay. I wasn't prepared for… that, though…"

A wave of mixed emotions crashes over you as your heart speeds up, and you wonder if you made him uncomfortable. How stupid of you. Worried, you quickly start apologizing again, but he stops you mid-sentence.

"It's alright." He reassures you. "I was caught off guard, but it doesn't mean I didn't like it."

Oh.

So... he liked it?

You blink, processing the moment, and your own cheeks turn pink as you attempt to suppress the devilish smirk that threatens to appear on your face. "You didn't?"

Shouta shakes his head. "Yeah, I mean… the feeling of your lips on my cheek…" He pauses, furrowing as if he was searching for the right words. "It was… like I could feel your love in that one simple action." He concludes, slowly.

Your heart melts. That was exactly your intention, after all. Smiling, you tell him, "That's true, I wanted to express that. I don't usually bite people, only the ones I love most."

That's all it takes to make his eyes go wide again, and he forgets to breathe for a second. Quietly, he mutters, "you… love me? Wait… are we talking about the same person?" He tilts his head to the side, processing your words to gauge if that was, in fact, a confession.

He's not the only one surprised. Your eyes go wide too as you realize what you just said. You hadn't confessed to him yet. Well, not directly. You weren't sure if you should. "Um…" you start but are cut short by his unbelief.

"You… love me? I mean, I know you like spending time with me but did you just say it is because you love me?" His voice is soft but rushed, and you can feel the nervousness through it.

You take a deep breath to organize your thoughts and nod. "I… do. I didn't really put much thought into what I said, it just slipped out. But it's true… I was meaning to tell you that soon." You chuckle awkwardly, embarrassed that it happened in such an unplanned way. "Besides, I don't nibble people I like randomly, that would be weird. But you… I love you." You confess, blushing.

And hell, can you blame you? This man is a teeth magnet. You could nibble him all over and you'd be happy.

Aizawa moves his hand to grab yours, and he gently tugs you into a warm embrace. He kisses your forehead, his lips gentle and soft against your skin. "In that case… I'm glad that you feel the same about me." He whispers against your temple.

You sigh into him, feeling content. Of course, he does. You think he wouldn't react so strongly otherwise. He deserves some happiness, you suppose. And he loves you too, that's all you could ever ask for.

"Thank you." You mumble, tightening your grip on his shirt, and he squeezes you in return. It feels like everything is finally falling together.

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[kumori-love]

Deku? I think he's some pro...

By Clouds (myheadinthecoudsnotcomingdown) | Collection: For The Want Of A Nail

Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)

Yagi Toshinori watched the green haired boy walk away after saving his friend and shook his head. While the boy's actions were heroic, he was just too reckless. He walked in the opposite direction, thinking about a time he could meet the candidate Sir Nighteye put forward.

Izuku Midoriya goes home and decides that, even if he can't be hero himself, he can still help them with his analysis. Cue Izuku catching the attention of multiple heroes who are a little more open-minded and willing to see the potential in a quirkless kid.

Status: Complete Language: English Words: 191,001 Chapters: 94

Fic Link.

[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.

© https-milo. please do not repost, steal, copy, or modify my works!

Thank you so much for reading <3

FLUFFTOBER TAG!

@drxgonspine

[theloganator101]

So! Eri!

I've seen others talk about her and how she basically destroys some plot points in the story, so I feel like talking her and what I think.

I like her, I think she's cute. And as a concept, I think she could work wonderfully. A kid with a powerful quirk who's been abused and was practically kept as a prisoner all her life until Izuku saves her.

But the execution... left more to be desired. Let's look into her backstory.

When her quirk first came in, she accidentally rewinds her dad out of existence, causing her mom to abandon her to her grandfather. She was then placed under the care of Overhaul who wants to experiment with her quirk to resurface the Yakuza, but her grandfather refused to Eri being used as a guinea pig so Overhaul took matter in his own hands by crippling him so he wouldn't get in the way.

From there she was exposed to years of abuse and grueling experiments where she was dissected and even killed multiple times before Overhaul revived her with his quirk. In comes her meeting Izuku and kicking off the chain of events that'll lead her freedom and being with people who actually cares about her.

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To start off, I kind of have a problem with how her backstory is executed. Because think about it, what does it remind you?

A character whose life has been nothing but hell?

An abusive parental figure who is clearly awful and deserves no sympathy? (Not that I'm saying or implying Overhaul does)

Meeting the one person who'll make their life better again and everything is now sunshine and rainbows?

Yeah this reads like bad fanfiction you find on Wattpad or Fanfiction.

Eri is technically Y/N or any mary sue protagonist. Except here she's a plot device to move the story along.

Oh, let's talk about that now.

Eri has become nothing more than a plot device as her arc went on. All she is at her quirk for the characters to use when the time is right. She's not allowed to be her own character and is just there when a character needs her quirk.

Thankfully it only happened once with Mirio to get his quirk back, but this led to me and others fearing that he'll use her again to heal any of the major cast that were injured during the war.

Let's move on to the aftermath of her rescue, and where she ends up. Does she end up in the foster care system? Does somebody they know take her in?

The answer: Aizawa takes her in.

Yes, Mr. Expels everyone and plays favorites, is the one chosen for the job of watching over a traumatized little girl with a powerful quirk. Because he can just erase her quirk if it gets out of control.

That's literally the reason she's left in his care.

Good job there guys! Put the child in the care of a guy who hasn't gotten over the death of his best friend and would most likely neglect her! I'm sure that won't backfire in ANY way!

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So with all that I've said, what would I change to make her role in the story more plausible? Well simple

-Change her quirk to that of a healing quirk that can't restore quirks or restore lost limbs.

-Change her backstory that she just got dumped with an abusive relative that Izuku just took off with her in his arms since, you know, he was in abusive dynamic himself with Bakugou. Afterwards they discover she was being abused and get the relative arrested.

-From there the arc can just be about helping Eri realize she's not in danger anymore and help her get on the path to heal from what she's been through.

-Putting her with someone not Aizawa, I would suggest Inko as she's the mother figure she needs.

And that's it for my thoughts about this character, feel free to add in what you would've done with her because I would love to hear your ideas.