#tag says ‘Shouta and I marry’

[blithefool]

七夕

[cei1ne]

—How the MHA men would react to you wiping their kiss as a a prank! Pt.2!

დ”*•.Summary:

Reaction of each male My hero academia character of you wiping their kiss after they had kissed your lips

◌⑅⃝♡⋆Pairing:

Izuku Midoriya ; Shinsou Hitoshi ; Aizawa Shouta ; Takami Keigo ; Enji Todoroki

✩•̩̩͙*˚Tags: Fluff, funny, prank, loving, married life, aged up

˚₊·͟͟͟͟͟͟͞͞͞͞͞͞➳❥ ꒰Wordcount: 1.7k

❧◦°˚A/N:

This is part two since I just in a few minutes gained lots of likes! I’m so thankful guys, thank you so much! I’m really trying my best to make it as presentable as possibe and I hope you guys enjoy them! English isn’t my first language but ily guys!

Pt.1 Masterlist

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ᜊ| Izuku Midoriya (After he gets a promotion)

Izuku’s face was glowing with pride as he told you the news about his promotion. His words tumbled out in an excited rush, his green eyes sparkling with joy. You couldn’t help but beam at him, feeling just as proud.

“That’s amazing, Izuku!” you said, throwing your arms around him. He hugged you tightly before you leaned in and kissed him. It was tender, full of love and admiration.

But when you pulled back, you wiped your mouth with a theatrical frown.

He froze. “D-Did I do something wrong?”

“I don’t know,” you said, tilting your head. “Kinda tastes… Nerdy.”

His face turned as red as a tomato. “N-Nerdy?! What does that even mean?!”

You bit your lip, trying to keep a straight face. “Like… textbooks and feels sloppy.”

His mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water. “I—I… Do I really taste like that?”

You couldn’t hold it in anymore and burst out laughing. “No, Izuku! I’m just messing with you.”

He sighed in relief, though his cheeks remained bright red. “That’s not funny,” he muttered.

You grinned, pulling him into another kiss. “It’s a little funny.”

۵| Shinsou Hitoshi (After a midnight talk)

The moonlight streamed through the window as you and Hitoshi sat on the couch, sharing a rare moment of quiet. His deep voice rumbled softly as he talked about his patrols, his tone calm and soothing. You leaned in, kissing him softly to interrupt him mid-sentence.

He kissed you back without hesitation, his hand cupping your cheek. But when you pulled away, you wiped your mouth with a slight grimace.

His violet eyes narrowed. “Something you want to share?”

“Mm, just seems… lazy,” you said, smirking.

He raised an eyebrow. “Lazy?”

“Yeah, like all the yawns you try to hold back,” you teased.

He stared at you for a moment before a slow smirk spread across his face. “You think you’re funny, huh?”

You laughed, leaning back into the couch. “A little.”

“Well, guess what?” he said, his tone turning mischievous. “You’re gonna dream about how I taste.”

Before you could respond, his voice dropped into a lower register. “Go to sleep.”

You blinked, realizing too late he was using his quirk. “Hitoshi, no—” But the world faded, and you fell asleep to the sound of his quiet chuckle.

❧| Takami Keigo (Hawks) (After he surprises you with takeout)

The flutter of wings was your only warning before Keigo landed gracefully in the kitchen, a bag of takeout in one hand and his signature grin firmly in place. “Special delivery!” he announced, holding the bag up like a trophy.

You raised an eyebrow. “Did you actually fly with that?”

“Of course,” he said, puffing out his chest. “The fastest delivery service in the city.”

You laughed, taking the bag and setting it on the table. “You spoil me, you know that?”

“Only the best for you,” he said, leaning down to kiss you. His lips were soft and teasing, lingering just long enough to make your heart skip a beat.

But when you pulled away, you wiped your mouth dramatically, wrinkling your nose.

Keigo’s golden eyes widened. “Whoa, whoa. What’s that for?”

“Feathers,” you said, smirking. “I think one got stuck.” You say, acting like you’re trying to search for it, placing a finger in your mouth and feeling each tooth.

He blinked, then narrowed his eyes playfully. “Oh, really? Feathers, huh?”

“Yeah,” you continued, your tone teasing. “Kinda ruins the whole vibe.”

He stared at you for a beat before breaking into a mischievous grin. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

Before you could respond, he swooped you up in his arms, his wings spreading wide. “If you’ve got a problem with feathers, maybe I should make you a little more familiar with them.”

“Keigo!” you squealed as he took off, flying just high enough to make your stomach flip.

“Next time, maybe don’t wipe off my kisses,” he teased, his laughter echoing through the room.

ஐ| Shouta Aizawa (Erasure head) (After he catches you staying up late)

It was well past midnight when Shouta appeared in the doorway of the living room, his dark eyes narrowing as he took in the sight of you scrolling on your phone. Wrapped in a blanket and completely absorbed, you didn’t even notice him at first.

“Bed. Now.”

His gruff voice startled you, and you looked up with a sheepish grin. “I was just about to!”

He crossed his arms, leaning against the doorframe. “Sure you were.”

“Okay, okay,” you said, setting your phone down and standing up. “See? I’m going.”

As you passed him, you leaned in and planted a soft kiss on his lips. It was a small act of affection, a way to diffuse his irritation. His lips were warm, and he responded instinctively, his hand brushing lightly against your arm.

But as you pulled back, you wiped your mouth dramatically, wrinkling your nose as if something was wrong.

Shouta’s eyes narrowed further. “What was that?”

“Hmm,” you said, feigning thoughtfulness. “Tastes… grumpy.”

“Grumpy?” he repeated, his tone flat but edged with a hint of incredulity.

“Yeah,” you continued, biting back a smile. “Like coffee and bad moods. Maybe a hint of sarcasm.”

For a moment, he just stared at you, his expression unreadable. Then, with a heavy sigh, he reached out and grabbed your wrist, pulling you back toward him.

“You think you’re funny, huh?” he murmured, his voice low as he looked down at you.

“A little,” you admitted, grinning.

He shook his head, his lips twitching ever so slightly. “Lucky for you, I’m too tired to argue.”

Before you could tease him further, he leaned down and kissed you again, slow and deliberate, leaving no room for complaints. When he pulled back, he smirked.

“Now go to bed before I decide to show you what grumpy really tastes like,” he said, his tone dry but tinged with amusement.

You laughed, backing away toward the bedroom. “Fine, but you’re still grumpy!”

“Goodnight,” he called after you, his voice carrying a rare warmth that lingered in the quiet house.

❥| Enji Todoroki (Endeavor) (After a family dinner)

Dinner had gone surprisingly smoothly. For once, no one had raised their voice, and even Natsuo had stayed to chat longer than usual. Enji’s gruff but earnest attempts to engage with everyone had left you both impressed and a little amused.

As the evening wound down, you found him in the hallway, his broad shoulders silhouetted against the soft glow of the lights. He seemed deep in thought, his expression stern as usual, though there was a faint softness in his eyes.

“Hey,” you said, walking up to him. “You did good tonight.”

He turned to look at you, his gaze softening slightly. “It wasn’t much.”

“It was,” you insisted, smiling. “And I’m proud of you.”

Before he could respond, you leaned up and kissed him. His lips were warm and firm, his large hand settling gently on your waist as he kissed you back. It was a rare moment of vulnerability, one he didn’t often show.

But when you pulled back, you wiped your mouth with a theatrical frown.

His brows furrowed instantly. “What’s wrong?”

“Hot,” you said, shaking your head as if trying to cool down. “Like kissing a fireball. I think my lip burned!”

Enji’s expression didn’t change, but there was a flicker of confusion in his eyes. “You knew that when you kissed me.”

“Yeah,” you said, smirking. “But I didn’t expect it to be that hot.”

He sighed, his hand falling to his side. “If you’re going to mock me—”

“I’m not mocking you!” you interrupted, laughing. “I’m just teasing.”

He stared at you for a moment, his stern expression unwavering, before he finally muttered, “You’re impossible.”

You grinned, reaching up to tug gently at his tie. “And yet, here we are.”

As you turned to walk away, his voice stopped you. “Next time, don’t complain if I turn the heat up.”

You glanced back at him, catching the faintest hint of a smirk on his lips. “Oh, I’m not scared,” you replied, your tone playful.

He shook his head, but the warmth in his gaze said more than words ever could.

[ilxlita]

「 𝐂𝐔𝐓𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 」

SYNOPSIS: just a compliation of cute nicknames various BNHA boys would give you

PAIRINGS: various BNHA boys x the cutest person in the world (a.k.a you)

AUTHORS NOTES: i am correct about these headcanons. you will OBEY my headcanon opinions, bitch /lh

TAGS: fluff, light teasing, some cursing because bakugou tings

izuku midoirya's cutesy nicknames are all, very awkward, but can you blame him? he has never been in a proper relationship before you and of course he's had crushes, but he has never gotten this far in his crushes. babe, is something he says pretty regularly, but it still falls out a bit awkwardly. he definitely has a shortened version of your name that he calls you (or a longer version, depending on the length) but that is not as appealing to him as just saying your full first name. he says it with so much revereance that genuinely, you would want him to say anything else?

katsuki bakugou does not do cutesy nicknames. in fact, if you called him anything too cute then he would for sure give you a look of disgust and refuse to respond. whoever came up with the idea that katsuki calls his s/o "teddy bear" should be jailed, because the most romantic he gets is babe and that is rare. it's more frequently him calling you dumbass, but in a softer tone that he has never used with anyone else.

shoto todoroki does not even think of any cute nicknames. it's first name basis like normal until YOU start coming up with cute nicknames for him and honestly he is ABSOLUTELY SHOCKED that people actually call each other cute nicknames outside of silly romance movies and can you blame him? this man has literally never seen a normal romantic relationship in real life. he does call you love if you call him cute things, but that's about it. although, if you have a nickname that you have expressed a liking for he will call you that. he does not detect sarcasm that well so do not give him a cringy name because he will unironically call you that IN PUBLIC.

shouta aizawa, the man that he is, will sometimes just call you lover. sometimes as a greeting or if you're trying to get his attention he will just respond with "lover?" and if you two are married then he will say wife/husband/spouse instead of just lover. and if he is especially exasperated or stressed out at work he will say love, but he does not do shortened versions of your name or cutesy versions of them or anything along those lines, but that does not mean he does not like when you shorten his first name to "shou", he thinks it's extra cute.

keigo takami, out of everyone on this list is the most liberal with his nicknames and not all of them are good. in fact most of them are bad. of course, he says them all (mostly) ironically. here is a list of a few he has called you in the public chat; the love of my life, apple of my eye, cutie patootie, baby, baby bird, the wind under my wings, everything i need and more, hot wings, my man (regardless of gender he will call you this), and song bird. have a fun time guessing which ones he says genuinely and which one he says as a joke.

should i add anyone else?

[aizawas-dryeye]

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WIPS

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honey don’t feed me i will come back (astarion)**

tags: smut, reader has a vagina but no pronouns, dom!astarion, blood drinking, biting, penetrative sex, dirty talk, name calling (dear, darling, love, pet, sweet)

summary: astarion invites (begs) you to come to his tent for a little fun

untitled (astarion)**

tags: ascended!astarion, mean!astarion, yandere!astarion, gn!reader, vampire!reader, biting, blood drinking, ANGST BITCH LIKE WOW, unrequited love, smut, name calling (love, whelp, darling, bitch), degradation

summary: your fate is simple: to be utterly possessed, controlled, and used by your reborn lover

eden (halsin)**

tags: gn!reader, mating season, abo adjacent, ruts, knotting, vague description of genitals, loss of virginity, penetrative sex, so much cum, size difference, halsin big, possessiveness, breeding

summary: losing your virginity to halsin

break me, bite me (toji fushiguro)^^

tags: DEAD DOVE, reader has a vagina but no pronouns mentioned, noncon/rape, knotting, lowkey hunting, blood, bunny!reader, wolf!toji, he hits u like once, size kink, dirty talk

summary: being lost in the woods is dangerous business, especially for such a tiny bunny. let the hunt begin

nursing on a poison (leon kennedy)**

tags: reader has a vagina but no pronouns mentioned, vendetta!leon, erectile dysfunction, lowkey mediocre sex, riding, masturbation (p and v), pls he is so annoying and awful, toxic!leon, he thinks about smacking you, hair pulling, sadism, alcoholism

summary: whiskey dick is a real thing and leon is proof, annoyingly so

mirror mirror (shouta aizawa)**

tags: reader has a vagina but no pronouns mentioned, fingering, dirty talk, mirrors, pet names (baby, honey) teasing, no sex

summary: you made the mistake of insulting yourself in front of your boyfriend

lipstick lullaby (gojo satoru)**

tags: f!reader, sub!gojo, sleepy sex, slight somnophilia but not really, desperate bby gojo, "just the tip", unprotected sex, pet names (baby, babe, good girl), m mommy kink

summary: gojo is spoiled beyond words, but you’re to blame. you just can’t say no to your baby

glint (leon kennedy)^^

tags: DEAD DOVE, noncon/rape, mentions of child abuse, good ol catholic guilt (i was raised baptist so please be patient lmao), he covers ur head with a pillow, crying

summary: pt 2 of shiny

stuck on a little hot mess (nanami kento)**

tags: reader has a vagina but no pronouns, drinking, cheating, nanami is married with kids lmao, could be considered dubcon bc hes ur boss and also alcohol, age gap, blowjob, he calls u kid, GUILT, reader is a bitch, he fucks u in the guest bedroom

summary: nanami swears you were sent by the devil himself

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• marvel

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[ao3feed-erasermic]

Stop me

Use the related link post to read Stop me on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/60099787 by syriala “You’re going to go down there and offer to train him,” Hizashi says, orders more like and if Shouta’s face moved like he wanted it to, he’d raise both eyebrows at him. “Excuse me? I’m going to do what now?” he then drawls out, playing for time a little bit because he needs to get his thoughts in order. “I want a mini-Shou,” Hizashi says, ever the serious guy, “so you’re going to have to adopt that.” Words: 2871, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 29 of Beetober 2024 Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: Gen, M/M Characters: Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Shinsou Hitoshi Relationships: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead & Shinsou Hitoshi Additional Tags: Sports Festival Arc (My Hero Academia), Humor, Married Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Fluff, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead Adopts Shinsou Hitoshi Use the related link post to read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/60099787

[kyurilin]

Fic Writer Interview

I have been tagged to do this by @plusultraetc and obviously I love talking about my fanfics so here will be more than you ever wanted to know!

How many works do you have on AO3?

At the moment 16! 11 MHA, 4 Cars, and 1 FNAF but y'know. We know which ones matter

What's your total AO3 word count?

218,641. That's a really big fucking number right there Jesus Christ. And with some of the chunky fics I have on there that number is only gonna get even stupider.

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

1. Present Mic's Totally Bullshit Life

2. Crumbled Rooftops

3. How To (Hopefully Not Fail) At Telling Your Bestie You Love Him

4. Stray

5. Our Little Horror Story

Actually quite a surprise to me that my erasercloud fic takes 3rd, and 5th is my single FNAF fic. Not at all surprised by 1st and 2nd though lmaooo

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

ALL THE TIME!!! I love responding to comments even if it's just with emojis, but I also like to ramble in responses to stuff. I wouldn't be able to live without responding to them I love talking to people about my fics and I get some really good in depth ones anytime someone braves 54k erasermic one shot and crumbled rooftops especially.

What's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending?

Honestly I feel it has to go to After, my post-Oboro death story featuring Nemuri and Shouta. The whole thing is sad and at the ending the closest thing to happiness the characters get is that at least they have each other, but Oboro's still gone.

Technically the super short This Isn't How The Story Goes where I killed Shouta in place of Oboro could take this too but we all know I'm not actually doing anything else with that (and trust me it would have gotten angstier but other people have done the concept better than I made an attempt at in 2021)

What's the fic you've written with the happiest ending?

Present Mic's Totally Bullshit Life, for fucking sure! Look, it's pre-canon erasermic figuring their shit out and getting together for 54k and it ends on them getting married. We know in canon that things are absolutely going to shit down the road but in the context of that story which starts with Hizashi thinking of himself as Mic and being a little too used to faking smiles ENDING ON him being genuinely happy at his own wedding is a fucking phenomenally happy ending. I'm incredibly proud of that ending. It's such a great ending on that story.

Do you write crossovers?

I USED TO, not so much anymore but back in the day I used to write Cars and Transformers crossovers lmaoooo

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Someone got real pissy on one of my old Kirby fanfics at one point, whining about how it was illogical that the Kirby villains would help Kirby fight a bigger bad guy. Hope that reviewer in particular felt stupid when Kirby Star Allies released and all the DLC was previous Kirby helpers and villains coming to help fight the big bad.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I have written some but it is lurking on my Google drive because I'm not ready to have smut out there on the internet that people can look at. That's about what I can say on that front 😭

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

GOD I hope not

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope! People out here just want the Kyuri experience in English it seems which is fine, but if someone did want to translate my fics I think I'd ascend

What's your all-time favorite ship?

Honestly if it's a ship that involves Nemuri, Oboro, Hizashi, and Shouta in any combination, it's my favorite. Erasermic is the go to just because it's so damn easy to find but I'm also a sucker for Cloudnight, or Erasercloud, or Cloudmic and so on for the rest of them. Hell, Poly Rooftop Gang is something I really want to write at some point cause I have so many thoughts about their dynamic as a whole. There's really none within that group that I like less than others and if you name me a ship from it I have Thoughts And Feelings locked and loaded

What's a WIP that you want to finish but don't think you ever will?

Technically going back to it, the extended This Isn't How The Story Goes idea where Shouta died instead of Oboro. I have PLANS. They exist!!! They're out there in my brain and pieces are on Google docs but it's been so long since I put anything together that it's just kind of dead in the water. The only reason I don't orphan that one on AO3 is that I like the way I wrote it.

What are your writing strengths?

I think characters. I've had a lot of compliments about the way I write characters in my fics and I really do feel like that's my strong point.

What are your writing weaknesses?

Whenever I have to get more than two characters to talk I feel like it comes across more stilted. I like having dialogue flow without having to use dialogue tags for stuff, but sometimes I have to use them for bigger conversations and I'm just dying on the inside thinking it sucks the whole time.

Also Big Info Dumps. I never know how this kind of thing comes across (example- the talk with Kurogiri from Crumbled Rooftops chapter 7 or the last segment of Stray chapter 2). I don't WANT to know how it comes across. I feel like sometimes I should reiterate that I'm autistic/ADHD and my mind is like 'you must infodump here'.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

If I could speak another language i'd love to occasionally use that as a skill just for fun but the only time I've ever done this was using Google translate for an original novel based on an idea for a Kirby story I wrote and then the whole notebook got lost. So now the cringe lives in my head

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

It was either Star Wars or Monsters Inc, and I truly don't remember which it was because I posted two separate things the same day on ff.net and don't remember which went up first.

What's a fandom/ship you haven't written for yet but want to?

I never think ahead fandomwise, but again. I WANT to write Poly Rooftop Gang SO BAD. I want to write for that dynamic so my thoughts can be out of my brain! This is a topic that has come up between me and @shabby-blog OFTEN! One day I will write the four of them together and the world will be made whole again 😌

What's your favorite fic you've written?

this is always such a hard question because I have three very large stories that are all beloved in their own right but today's answer is Stray

We're coming up on four years since I started writing it and I'm SLOWLY working on the last chapter, and it's got a very small but very dedicated group of readers and I just love that story so much. I went a crazy direction with it in terms of how I wrote it and the fact that people love it means a lot. I'm bound and determined to finish it even if it takes me a lot longer to finish it than I was hoping 😅

WELP that's all the questions I am free now and all the people I would have tagged have been tagged so HOPE EVERYONE ENJOYED THIS

[ao3feed-kiribaku]

Aizawa's Misfits

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/uBdI26r by Kumas_Kira This year's incoming class was already looking to be a handful. He supposed that is what happens when you run close to a thousand barely old enough teenagers through one of the hardest selection processes in the world. “So my main man, what kind of listeners are we getting this year?” “Take a look yourself Mic” Combat boots clicked through the empty hallways of the prestigious school as the duo made their way towards the teachers lounge. Whistling low, the energetic blonde was flipping through the pages. “What a lot my guy!” "Of all the first year classes we’ve seen, this one looks to be the most versatile. Explosions, mental, water, electricity, creation, acid creation, hardening, tape, three heteromorphs, and half a dozen more, mix in some unknown power quirk and a dual user of ice and fire and I’d say this is going to be a headache.” Plopping into his old man chair he started to make a mental organizational chart. ･ﾟ✧:･.☽˚｡･ﾟ･ﾟ✧:･.☽˚｡･ﾟ･ﾟ✧:･.☽｡･ﾟ･ﾟ✧ WELCOME BACK MISFITS! It's finally here! After a very long break the reworked story is here! - This is a labor of love for me and a very selfish piece but I do hope you dear readers enjoy the completely reworked timelines and story. Words: 6209, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M Characters: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Kayama Nemuri | Midnight, Bakugou Katsuki, Bakugou Mitsuki, Bakugou Masaru, Bakugou Katsuki's Parents, Shinsou Hitoshi, Todoroki Shouto, Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Inko, Kaminari Denki, Kirishima Eijirou, Ashido Mina, Jirou Kyouka, Sero Hanta, Class 1-A (My Hero Academia), Class 1-B (My Hero Academia), Uraraka Ochako, Yagi Toshinori | All Might, League of Villains (My Hero Academia), Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Toga Himiko, Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Mizuki Kasumi, Sakura Kitania Relationships: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou, Shinsou Hitoshi/Original Female Character(s), Kaminari Denki/Original Female Character(s), Bakugou Katsuki & Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki & Kirishima Eijirou, Bakugou Katsuki & Todoroki Shouto, Bakugou Katsuki & Class 1-A Additional Tags: Parental Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead | Dadzawa, Protective Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Married Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Adopted Shinsou Hitoshi, Adopted Bakugou Katsuki, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead Adopts Shinsou Hitoshi, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead Adopts Bakugou Katsuki, Abused Bakugou Katsuki, Abused Todoroki Shouto, Abused Shinsou Hitoshi, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Child Abuse, Bakugou Katsuki Has PTSD, Todoroki Shouto has PTSD, Mental Health Issues, soul marks, fated pairs, Midoriya Izuku Has a Quirk, Midoriya Izuku Has One for All Quirk, Protective Bakugou Katsuki, Hurt Bakugou Katsuki, Hurt/Comfort, Seizures, Quirk Drawbacks, Asthma, Medical Inaccuracies, Bakugou Katsuki Swears A Lot, Bakugou Katsuki is Bad at Feelings, Insomniac Shinsou Hitoshi, Depressed Bakugou Katsuki, Depressed Shinsou Hitoshi, Everyone Needs A Hug, Cannon Divergent, Additional Warnings In Author's Note, Tags Contain Spoilers read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/uBdI26r

[iamashippinggod]

I Don't Say What's On My Mind Quite As Much As You'd Like Me To

Part five of my mini-fic series is here! @julybreakbingo

Bingo Prompt: “You should be with someone that respects you.” Fandom: My Hero Academia Ships: Kaminari Denki/Shinsou Hitoshi, Aizawa Shouta/Yamada Hizashi Content Warning: Explicit Language Tags: Shinsou Hitoshi is an Insomniac, Adopted Shinsou Hitoshi, Adopted Eri, Married Aizawa Shouta/Yamada Hizashi, Class 1-A, Established Relationships, Shinsou Hitoshi replaces Mineta Minoru, Shinsou Hitoshi has Social Anxiety, Kaminari Denki has ADHD, Pansexual Kaminari Denki, Bisexual Jirou Kyouka, Gay Shinsou Hitoshi, Late Night Conversations, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Stargazing, Latino Sero Hanta, Bakugou Katsuki Swears A Lot, Bakugou Katsuki is a good friend. Side Note: This is cross-platformed on AO3. What? Two posts within a few days of each other? Shocker. Anyway, welcome (or welcome back), here's part five! I hope you all enjoy <3 P.S: Also, translation for Sero: "Aye, date un respiro, hombre." = "Aye, take a break, man." "Ok, guapo." = "Ok, handsome." I apologize if those aren't the correct translations, I used Google Translate for Sero's spanish.

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Summary: “... You should be with someone that respects you, Kaminari, not someone who’s gonna make you question if what you said or did was wrong or make you feel like shit for something you can’t help.”

“Like who?”

Me.

Hitoshi has officially been in Class 1-A for a full month now. 

         For the most part, everything was just about the same as before he was transferred into the Hero Course, with the addition of training and his new acquaintances (not friends, not yet). He still had his normal classes like English and Mathematics, but now he also has the addition of Heroics with All Might and afternoon training in Gym Gemma. He’s gotten better at changing the pitch of his voice changer at a faster speed mid fight. He’s even succeeded in capturing Bakugou mid-fight, and that in itself is a win considering how tough of an opponent he can be.

         And he no longer stays in his room, sure there are days where he separates himself from his class to recharge his social battery, but he finds himself joining everyone downstairs more often than not, especially if Kaminari is around. 

         Speaking of, he supposed that he has him to thank for that little change.

         He still finds being around his classmates for longer than a few hours after classes have ended to be a pain, but he finds it more bearable when Kaminari is around. Maybe it’s because the blond knows how to steer a conversation, forcing the attention onto him rather than the insomniac. Either way, it helps him feel more comfortable when there’s more than just the two of them in the room.

         He still wouldn’t admit it out loud if you confronted him, but he actually enjoys Kaminari’s company. More than he thought he would. Ever since that one Sunday night a few weeks back, he finds himself wanting to be around Kaminari more. 

         A part of him doesn’t like it, mostly because it’s weird to have a friend who doesn’t make comments about his Quirk and doesn’t imply all of the villainous acts he could do with it, it’s new. But that’s also why he does like it. Kaminari isn’t like everyone else. 

         And he likes to think that because they’ve been hanging out so much, and that Hitoshi actually enjoys his company, that he has gotten to know the blond well enough to know when something is wrong.

         Like now, for instance.

         Everyone in the class could sense that something was off with Kaminari and Jirou’s dynamic. Though the dark-haired girl wasn’t affectionate like her counterpart, she did joke around with Kaminari, even though some of the jokes she made something in Hitoshi’s stomach churn. And Kaminari knows she doesn’t like public displays of affection, so he finds other ways to swoon her during class; little gifts like snacks would find their way onto the corner of her desk at random hours of the day, an extra pen in case she forgot hers, offering to carry her bag when going to their next class, stuff like that.

         But for the past couple of days, there has been none of that. They wouldn’t even look at each other for more than a few seconds.

         Everyone knows something happened, they were all at the ramen shop last Friday, they all saw her storm out with Momo trailing after her, eventually watching Kaminari follow after them both. Hitoshi saw the concern and worry on Kaminari’s face that night, but mostly an expression of pure confusion.

         But it was Sunday morning that he knew something went wrong between them.

         Hitoshi had spent Saturday night at the family apartment on campus for diner, he and Eri had stayed up until it was close to midnight watching movies before Shouta had shooed them off to bed for the night, Hitoshi found it a bit hypocritical how he shooed them off to bed only to stay up to grade papers until Hizashi had come down to collect him.

         The next morning, Hitoshi had made his way to the kitchen, following the smell of freshly cooked bacon. He knew his Dad wouldn’t be there, he hosted tutoring sessions in the mornings on the weekends, and knew that if he wasn’t in the kitchen, that he was at the school for one of his tutoring sessions. 

         Half way through breakfast, his Pops spoke up. 

         “Are you heading back to the dorms soon?” Hizashi asked, making Hitoshi look up from his plate. 

         The purple-haired teen nodded, “Yeah, probably once we’re done eating. I left my homework at my dorm, and I need to see if Midoriya will let me borrow his notes again.”

         “Can you do me a favor and take your father his lunch, please?” 

         “Won’t he be done by lunch?” Hitoshi asked. 

         Hizashi reaches over to pick up his glass, “Yeah, he’ll be done tutoring by then, but he has a meeting with a detective for a case. You know he won’t take care of himself if I don’t send him something to eat.”

         So that’s how he found himself wandering the halls of the main school building until he reached his father’s classroom, a bento box in one hand, and his phone in the other while he looked at the news.                

        “Another sighting of the villain known at Dabi has been spotted down at the port last night, our sources tell us that he as well as the League of Villains are connected to the recent explosion in downtown Tokyo. Police are still refusing to make any statements, but are continuing their investigation–” 

         Hitoshi had shut off his screen, deciding that it was best to not read any more of that article. 

         For all of his hopes to follow in his parents’ footsteps, there were days where he wished that they weren’t in the Hero business, especially when he reads news like that. What the hell would they be in Tokyo for anyway?

         Hitoshi had stopped outside his father’s classroom, raising a hand to knock when he heard two voices from the otherside. 

         “It’s B.”

         “It’s A.” He hears his father correct.

         There is a grumble from the otherside. “This is hopeless…”

         A pause, followed by the sound of footsteps. “It may not seem like much, but you have improved since last weekend.” Hitoshi hears a scoff. “... Are you alright?”

         “What do you mean?”

         “To put it lightly? You look like shit, kid.” Hitoshi smirked at that. 

         He hears a laugh. He recognizes that laugh, and he smiles at the sound without realizing it. “It’s nothing to worry about.” A pause, followed by a sigh. “Really, Sensei, I’m fine. I just…” He hears him trail off. He sounded tired. “Why numbers? I understand letters like the back of my hand, but numbers? What maniac came to the conclusion that math was a necessity? Who?”

         Hitoshi knocks, “Dad?” he calls out, sliding the door open. He’s met with the sight of Kaminari hunched over his desk, and his father leaning back against the podium. He stops and examines Kaminari.

         Kaminari did look like shit. 

         Normally, the blond greets him with a smile, a grin, a fucking smirk, his lips would be turned upwards no matter what. But he was met with a frown instead. 

         Hitoshi clears his throat, tearing his eyes away and holds up the bento. “Pops asked me to bring you lunch. And to remind you to take your meds.”

         “Of course he did.” Shouta pushes off from the podium, hiding the small smile creeping its way onto his face with his scarf. “Thank you.”

         Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Kaminari looking at him, but when he goes to return the look, the blond looks away.

         Weird.

        That night, Hitoshi texts Kaminari first. 

         I’m hopping on mc, you joining? 

         He was met with the thumbs-down emoji, followed by; can’t. homework.

         This makes Hitoshi frown. Kaminari normally sends him a paragraph for a reply. Are you okay?

         Three dots. i’m fine. He didn’t even capitalize the I. Before Hitoshi could think of a response, Kaminari adds, i’ll text you later. The purple-haired teen stared at his phone for a moment, reading over Kaminari’s responses before he eventually shuts off his screen and goes to log onto Minecraft, expecting that follow up he was promised.

But that follow up never came. And it doesn’t for a few days. 

         From an outside perspective, Kaminari probably seems like his normal self. Cracking jokes, poking fun with his classmates, holding conversations with Sero and Mina over the most random of subjects that have zero context or meaning. Kaminari did seem fine.

         Hitoshi knew he wasn’t. From his perspective, Kaminari was mimicking him and his sleep schedule, as the blond seemed exhausted, quieter in the past week alone. And he wondered if the rest of his friend’s squad had noticed too (he says “his friend’s” as he doesn’t see himself as a part of their group yet), and just hasn’t said anything.

         Hitoshi sees the way he’s sluggish during training, how his response time is off by a few seconds. And he’s definitely noticed the way he avoids Jirou at all costs, and the looks Jirou gives him in return. Speaking of the earjack hero in training, he noticed how she has simmered down in the past week, the daggers in her eyes were more like dull blades used for show now. 

         It all comes to a head Thursday morning. 

         Hitoshi had walked into class, rubbing away the remaining sleep from his eyes. As usual, he walks into the endless chatter of his classmates, some still waking themselves to pay attention to today’s lesson plan, others engaging in conversations that either have zero meaning behind it or are discussing homework or something along those lines.

         As he sits down, he looks to his right and sees the hyperactive blond being not so hyperactive. Kaminari had his arms folded across his desk and was currently resting his forehead on top of his folded arms, he looked as though he was half-way to being asleep.

         Hitoshi thought about reaching over, giving him a shake and asking to see if he was okay. But he already knows that he’s not okay, he hasn’t been okay for the past week, ever since that night in the ramen shop. What good would asking him do if he already knew the answer?

         “Hey, Ji. How are you holding up?” 

         Behind him, he hears Hagakure. Casting Kaminari a subtle but concerned look, he peaks over his shoulder to see the invisible girl talking to Jirou. 

         Now that he’s giving her a good look over, she was almost as bad as Kaminari, but her eyes weren’t as puffy as his. The girl shrugs, “I’m fine.” 

         Hitoshi almost scoffs. Why does everyone keep saying that when they clearly aren’t fine?

         If he could see the invisible girl’s face, he would probably see a frown. “Have you spoken to him since the break up?”

         Hitoshi snaps his head forward, eyes wide in shock. “No… We decided to give each other some space for a bit.” He hears Jirou say. He looks over to his right, seeing Kaminari peeking over his arms, eyes trained on the back of Ojiro’s chair. Did he hear them too? 

         Apparently the whole class heard. 

         “Wait what?” Uraraka spoke up, Hitoshi looked and saw her looking directly at the girls. “You and Kaminari broke up?” Looking past the three of them, he could see Momo staring at them blankly, like she was already expecting this reaction. She already knew.

         But Uraraka’s question stirred up the entire class. 

         “What? Kami, why didn’t you say anything?” Mina frowned at the electric blond, who only shrugged in response and buried his head further into his arms. 

         Bakugou’s frown (one that is practically tattooed on his face) deepened, and reached back and across to poke at Kaminari. “Oi,” He was quiet. “Pikachu?” 

         “I’m fine.” They hear him mutter. Behind them, most of the class was asking Jirou the questions. Only those from their group (minus Jirou, obviously) were checking in on Kaminari. 

         The commotion hadn’t died down when Shouta had walked into the classroom. Even Iida hadn’t bothered telling everyone to get to their seats when he noticed the teacher walking in. 

         For that half an hour, the classroom was tense. If Hitoshi was paying attention to his dad, he would have seen him casting a questioning look in his direction. But Hitoshi didn’t pay attention, he kept his attention on Kaminari instead.

Throughout the entire day, Hitoshi noticed how Kaminari seemed distant from everyone. The blond kept his head down during classes, and he hadn’t even shown up for lunch, Bakugou had to go and drag him into the cafeteria just to make sure he ate.

         In between classes, Kaminari would walk with a notebook and pen in his hand, scribbling things down. Hitoshi had peaked over his shoulder out of curiosity and saw that it was one of his extra assignments. He’s worse than Midoriya. And the green-haired boy would be switching between three assignments while maintaining a conversation with Todoroki in between his unnatural muttering.

         “Aye, date un respiro, hombre.” Sero clasps a hand on the blond’s shoulder, slightly shaking him from his thoughts before switching back to Japanese. “Seriously, don’t stress yourself. We’re doing a study group at Bakugou’s tonight so just join us.” 

         Kaminari looked as though he was giving it some thought before shaking his head. “No, it’s fine. I kind of want to get it done before Ectoplasm’s class.” 

         I don’t want to be around people, right now. Was what Hitoshi heard. He’s well rehearsed in avoiding people, and that was the oldest line in the book. And judging by the look Sero was giving him, he didn’t believe him either. 

         Sero gives him a small smile, giving his shoulder a light squeeze. “Ok, guapo. If you change your mind, we’ll be in Bakugou’s room until seven.” 

         Kaminari nods before speeding away from the black-haired teen. Sero frowned as he watched him walk away, and so did Hitoshi.

         When afternoon training came, Kaminari had been excused from the class and was given a permission slip to head back to the dorms early. He knew his father noticed Kaminari’s exhaustion, he was practically mimicking Hitoshi even if he didn’t mean to.

         So during practice, Hitoshi was paired with Bakugou, who he quickly learned was hard of hearing due to his Quirk. About halfway through the round, Hitoshi had to switch to sign-language (something he had picked up for his Pops, who also was hard of hearing as a result of his Quirk), which took the angry teen by surprise. 

         Hiding around the corner to avoid Tokoyami and Dark Shadow, the two of them had a silent conversation. 

         “Which should we go after first?” Hitoshi signed, ignoring the wide-eyed look on Bakugou’s face. 

         “Since when can you fucking sign?” Bakugou asked. 

         Hitoshi shrugged. “Does it matter?” 

         Bakugou didn't reply right away, instead, he grabbed Hitoshi by the wrist and moved them until they were higher up with an advantage. Hitoshi felt a tap on his shoulder, he looked over in time to make out Bakugou’s question. “Have you spoken to Pikachu today?”

         With furrowed brows, Hitoshi looked between Bakugou and Tokoyami below them. “No. Have you?” He was met with a shake of the head. “How long were they together?” 

         “A couple of months. Not sure what happened though.” Bakugou pauses. “... Don’t say anything, but I’m glad they broke up.”

         “Why?”

         Bakugou scoffs. “Because they don’t work well as a couple.” He replies. “You should talk to him.”

         Before Hitoshi could question him further, acid was sprayed in their direction. 

         Unfortunately for Tokoyami and Mina, they had fallen for Hitoshi’s voice changer, and were deemed subdued, leaving him and Bakugou as the winner of this training match. 

         Mina was pouting all the way back to the entrance of Ground Beta. “No fair, how we’re we supposed to tell if that was you or one of us?” She questioned.

         But Hitoshi hadn’t been paying attention to the pink-haired girl, so Bakugou responded for him, “That was the point, Racoon Eyes.” The angry teen rolled his eyes. “You guys aren’t meant to know if it’s him or not. That’s what makes him fucking better.”

         Mina stopped, mouth gaping at Bakugou. “Did… Did you just compliment someone that wasn’t you or Kiri?”

         “Go to hell!” Bakugou sped up, but not before the rush of red colored his cheeks. Mina kept up her teasing while they made their way back.

         Hitoshi didn’t speak up again until they were in the locker room. Their match was the last one for the day, and as a result, they were the last ones in the locker room. Tokoyami left first, Dark Shadow peeking out to say goodbye before leaving them alone. 

         As Hitoshi pulled his shirt down over his head, he looked in Bakugou’s direction, watching as he reached for a pair of hearing aids. Once his shirt was one, he started signing again. 

         “I thought you got your hearing back when you were talking to Mina?”

         Bakugou shook his head. “I can read lips, as long as they’re not moving too fast.” 

         Hitoshi nods, and waits for Bakugou to put in his hearing aids before he speaks. “What did you mean earlier?” Bakugou gives him a questioning look. “About Kaminari and Jirou not working as a couple.”

         “Tsk.” The blond reaches for his bag, pulling the strap onto his shoulder. “Ears had a tendency to take her shitty jokes too far. Pikachu may seem laid back and doesn’t fucking care about what people say about him, but he does.”

         “Why didn’t-”

         “-He fucking say anything?” 

         “Or any of you?”

         Bakugou shrugs, “We’ve tried. She came into our group not too long after they started dating, so we had a little more time to know what was okay to joke about and what he didn’t want us to talk about. But whenever one of us would try to fucking correct her, Pikachu would shrug it off, saying that it was a shitty joke.” He explained.

         “Why me?” Confused, Hitoshi asked, “You said that I should talk to him, but shouldn’t one of you do that? You’ve known him longer.”

         “That’s why it should be you.” Still clearly confused, Bakugou sighed and continued. “He has a tendency to fucking brush shit off, if one of us tried to talk to him, he’d fucking plaster a smile on his face and throw a joke or two. He won’t fucking talk.”

         “That doesn’t explain why I should be the one to talk to him. What good could I do if the people he’s known longer can’t get him to open up.”

         “Damn, you really are dense.” Bakugou mutters, shaking his head. ��It’s different with you. ‘No clue why, but he’s taken a fucking liking to you. He’ll talk to you. I know it.”

When they had gotten back to the dorms, there was no sign of the electric blond. When Bakugou had asked (to know how much to cook for dinner), Kirishima had told them that he was still in his room. Hitoshi confirms this when walking into his room, hearing the sound of music coming through the door across the hall. 

         The music stays on until it gets closer to midnight, 11:43 shining in red LED tells him the time. Hitoshi had finished his homework a while ago, and he was back on his Switch playing Mario Kart, trying to beat his best speed when he heard the music cut off abruptly. 

         The teen looks up from the device and looks toward his door. He waits, expecting the music to come back on with a change in song, but the noise never comes. 

        “What good could I do if the people he’s known longer can’t get him to open up.”         “He’ll talk to you. I know it.” Just what the hell did he mean by that?

         Out of curiosity, Hitoshi disregards his Switch and reaches for his phone, unlocking it and opening his chat with the blond.

         What are we listening to tonight?

         Instead of seeing the three dots dancing at the bottom of the screen, he sees the grayed-out check mark underneath his message turn green, indicating that it had been seen. But he receives no response. 

         Hitoshi frowns, laying on his back as he stares at the screen, still expecting those three dots to appear at any moment.

         So Hitoshi starts typing again. Any chance I can make a request? We could be the dorm’s personal radio show. He jokes. But the only indication that Kaminari has seen his text is that green checkmark underneath his message.

         He sighs, shutting off his screen. Clearly Kaminari didn’t want to talk. Then again, he could have not even been looking at his phone, he could just have their chat open and that’s why they were being marked as read.

         No, that’s a stupid explanation. Besides, if their messages were open, that would mean Kaminari was planning on texting him back, so why hasn’t he?         “What good could I do if the people he’s known longer can’t get him to open up.”         “He’ll talk to you. I know it.” 

         He opens his eyes to the sound of his phone ringing. When did he even close them?

         Hitoshi raises his phone, eyes widening slightly when he sees Kaminari’s name on his screen. Without thinking, he immediately swipes his thumb right to answer. “Hey-”

         “Step into the hallway.” Hitoshi almost drops his phone from how rough Kaminari sounded. 

         Curiously (and more so out of concern), he does as told. Swinging open his door and stepping out, frowning at the sight of an empty hallway. “Where are you?”

         “Across from Iida’s room.” Kaminari tells him, Hitoshi walks until he’s standing in front of Iida’s room, and across from his door is an open window. 

         The purple-haired teen hangs up and immediately climbs through it, leading him to the roof that connects both wings of Height Alliance. His feet (thankfully covered by the fluffy socks that Eri had picked out for him at the mall) hit the asphalt, and ahead of him, Kaminari is lowering his phone from his ear. 

         The blond was laying on his back, his knees drawn up as he looked up at the sky. Tonight, the skies were clear, the school was high enough away from the rest of the city that looking up from here, they could see stars shining brightly. 

         Hitoshi is hesitant to move at first, unsure as to why Kaminari was out here, let alone inviting him out here with him. But he finds himself moving toward him anyway, eventually sitting down next to the other teen, drawing up his knees to rest his arms on.

         Neither of them say anything at first. But neither of them seemed to mind the silence, it was a comfortable silence that greeted them, aside from the sound of crickets that echoed in the grass below, and the familiar commotion of their classmates getting ready for bed (unless you were Bakugou, then you were already asleep). 

         “Did you know that electricity has a sound?” Hitoshi looks behind him, looking down at Kaminari, who hadn’t looked to meet his gaze. “Most people don’t even notice that there’s a sound until it’s been cut off. It’s quiet, barely noticeable in general. But when the power cuts off, you can hear the silence. It’s kind of nerve racking.” Kaminari explains. 

         “Is that why you’re out here?”

         The question makes Kaminari bend his head to look at Hitoshi. But he nods. “It’s too loud. Most of the time, I can ignore it. But with my Quirk… it’s hard to sometimes.”         “Can’t you still hear it out here though?”

         Kaminari shrugs. “Yeah, it's not as bad though.”

         Another round of silence falls over them for a minute. Kaminari looks back up at the sky, and Hitoshi lies down next to him to do the same. 

         “What did you mean earlier? About Kaminari and Jirou not working as a couple.”

         His conversation with Bakugou rang in his ears again, nagging at him. He finds himself turning his head to look at the blond laying next to him, Bakugou talking in his ear again.

         “Tsk. Ears had a tendency to take her shitty jokes too far. Pikachu may seem laid back and doesn’t fucking care about what people say about him, but he does.”

         He couldn’t help but to think that there was some truth in Bakugou’s words.         “She came into our group not too long after they started dating, so we had a little more time to know what was okay to joke about and what he didn’t want us to talk about. But whenever one of us would try to fucking correct her, Pikachu would shrug it off, saying that it was a shitty joke.” 

         He bites back a sigh. Just how many times had you shrugged shit off, Kaminari? He wanted to ask him. But he knows better. If the roles were reversed, he wouldn’t want to explain it either. Besides, for the most part, he and Jirou seemed to really have liked each other.

         “... I’m sorry to hear about the break up.” He thought that was a good way to start. “How are you holding up?”

         “I’m fine.” 

         It sounded forced. So Hitoshi pressed. “Okay, now the truth this time.” He found himself repeating the same words his Pops’ used on him a while back, keeping his voice soft in hopes of making Kaminari comfortable enough to talk. 

         The blond didn’t say anything at first, Hitoshi thinks he wasn’t going to say anything at all. He doesn’t blame him though. 

         But then Kaminari sighs, his eyes squeezing shut as he brings his hands up to cover his face. “Not fine.” He groans, clearly not wanting to talk about it.

         “What happened with you two, anyway?” Hitoshi presses, hearing him sigh again. “I’m not going to force you to talk about it but… it’s not good to bottle things up-”

         “What would you know?” There was a snap in the blond’s voice, who dropped his hands from his face in favor of sending him a glare. “You’ve never been in a relationship before, remember?”

         “No, but I have experience with heartbreak.” He kept his voice even. He watches Kaminari deflate a little. “And I know first hand the consequences of bottling things up. Eventually, that bottle cracks, and it keeps cracking until you’re saying all the things you didn’t want to say anyway. So, let it out.”

         Kaminari goes quiet, just like he has been over the past week. But Hitoshi doesn’t push anymore, he wants him to open up on his own. 

         It’s kind of funny when you look at this, he’s using the same tactics Hizashi and Shouta had used on him when he came to live with them a little over a year ago. Even though the situations are different, it feels like the right move. It’s hard to describe.

         “... I fucked up.” Hitoshi looks toward the blond again, finding a look of guilt on his face. “And I didn’t even realize how much I had fucked up until it was over.”

         “What do you mean?”

         “She was jealous-” He cuts himself off, closing his eyes to think. “I um, I talked to Momo after homeroom, and I asked her how Ky- Jirou was doing,” Hitoshi could tell that it was hard to call her by her family name after getting so used to using her given name. “And I know she’s just looking out for her, I do. But she called me out for not being there when I should’ve been.”

         He knew it wasn’t the full story. And he knew that he probably wouldn’t get it, at least, not anytime soon. So Hitoshi nods, processing what he was told, Bakugou’s words from earlier ringing in his ears. “You know… she wasn’t…” He trails off, unsure how to word this. “I noticed how she treated you,” He starts, which as a reward, Kaminari turns to look at him. “I noticed the comments she makes, how you just laugh them off when no one else does-”

         “She was only joking when she called me dumb.”

        “Bullshit.” Kaminari’s eyes lock with his. “You don’t call someone you care about an idiot or make fun of them for how their Quirk affects them, especially when they have no control over it.”

         “I wasn’t exactly the perfect boyfriend-”

         “Well maybe she wasn’t the perfect girlfriend, either.” Disbelief crosses the blond’s face. “Jirou is a nice girl, and she’s a good friend. That I don’t doubt… But-”

         “But what?”

         “I think you two were a bit toxic with each other, not on purpose, but you brought out different sides to each other that weren’t healthy.” 

         Kaminari is quiet again. Hitoshi sighs, looking up at the sky. Above them, he can see the blinking lights of an airplane in the darkness. 

         “... You should be with someone that respects you, Kaminari, not someone who’s gonna make you question if what you said or did was wrong or make you feel like shit for something you can’t help.”

         “Like who?”

         Me. Hitoshi freezes, but says nothing in response to Kaminari’s question. Nope. No. I’m not doing this. “Someone…” Me. “Someone like Sero, or Mina?”

         Kaminari blinks at him before a laugh leaves his lips. And if that laugh did not make something in his chest flip… “Oh please. First of all, they’re into each other and are in denial.”

         Hitoshi huffs out a laugh of his own. “And secondly?”

         Kaminari holds his breath, wetting his lips. “... I- They’re practically family.” 

         “Maybe you can ask Mina to set you up with Aoyama.”

         “Dude, that’s mean.” He turns his head in time to watch Kaminari laugh at the sky above them. He swallows, but doesn’t say anything. “Hey,” The blond looks toward him again, a grin on his face. “Denki.”

         “Uh?”

         “Call me Denki.”

         Hitoshi looks confused. “Why?”

         “You tell everyone to call you by your given name, it’s only fair that someone lets you call them by theirs, right?” He looks more relaxed now, genuinely carefree. I like it. 

         Hitoshi breathes out, “Nice to meet you, Denki.” 

         A gentle breeze cuts through them, reminding them both that it was autumn, almost winter. Hitoshi watches Kami- Denki, shiver, making him notice that he was only wearing sweats and a t-shirt. 

         “We should go inside.” He tells him, sitting up on his elbows. 

         Denki sits up, shaking his head. “No,” He drags out.

         “We’re not even supposed to be out here. And just because I’m the teacher’s kid, doesn’t mean I get special privileges.”

         Then he pouts. Denki Kaminari was pouting, it made Hitoshi crack a smile as he stood up. “Boo.” Denki huffs, moving to stand up. He wobbles, and out of reflex, Hitoshi moves to steady him, his hands on his waist. 

         How he manages to bite down the blush that threatened to show itself, he doesn’t know. But Denki wasn’t as lucky. The blond looks up at him, a grin on his lips and a taunt in his eyes. “Damn, I just got out of a relationship, ‘Toshi. Patience.” He laughs. 

         Hitoshi doesn’t respond, his grip on Denki’s hips were loose, he could easily slip away from him but he didn’t. Now, it was no longer Bakugou’s voice echoing in his ear, but Denki’s. 

         “Like who?” Me.

         “Hitoshi?” Denki looks up at him, brows furrowed. He brings Hitoshi out of his thoughts long enough for him to notice Denki’s hands hovering over his chest. Fucking hell… 

         Hitoshi drops his hands and steps back, biting down the gulp. “Right, sorry. Come on,” He nods toward the window they crawled out of. “If we don’t freeze, my dad will definitely give us detention.”

         Denki stares at him for a moment, before rolling his eyes and begins making his way toward the window. “I’m pretty sure your dad would stick us in a freezer for detention just to make a point.”

         “If only you knew how much of a softy he actually is.”

         Once they made their way back inside, and Hitoshi had closed the window behind them, they made their way back to their rooms. Both stopped in front of their doors, and Hitoshi finally had a clearer look now that they were in the light, he frowned at the sight of the growing eyebags under his eyes. 

         Yeah, nope. 

         As Denki opened his door, Hitoshi slid past him, and the purple-haired boy immediately went to the mess of papers that lay scattered around his bed. Denki watched as he picked up his papers, confused.

         “What are you doing?”

         “Making sure you don’t pass out in class tomorrow.” Hitoshi told him, grabbing an empty folding (which he assumed was where these papers were from) to store his homework. “This is coming with me and-” He adds as Denki opens his mouth to argue. “- I will help you finish it or fix it before class tomorrow. Okay?”

         “Hypocrite.” Hitoshi raises a brow at him. “I know damn well that you don’t sleep either.” 

         “I’m better than I used to be.” He admits, a bit shyly at that. “But just because I do it, doesn’t mean I’m gonna let you do the same shit. Now go to bed.”

         Denki scoffs, playfully rolling his eyes to add to the dramatics. “Fine, dad. I’m going to sleep.”

         And just to play along, Hitoshi pats Denki on the head, telling him “goodnight” before heading back to his room across the hall. 

         As the door shuts, he leans back against the wood and looks down at the folder in his hands.          “... You should be with someone that respects you, Kaminari, not someone who’s gonna make you question if what you said or did was wrong or make you feel like shit for something you can’t help.”

         “Like who?”

         Me.

         A sigh leaves him. Hitoshi sets the folder down on the corner of his desk before jumping into bed. I’m not dealing with this.

[ao3feed-toshinko]

Just say yes and we can end this

by Chinagirl960

Izuku Midoriya is kidnapped and tortured by villains who want his quirk.

“Oh thank god,” she gasped, “you’re a hero right?” “Yes ma'am, are you alright? Let me call an ambulance,” he said while reaching for his phone. “Wait no! I mean, you don’t need to.” He hesitated, confused, “What do you me-” Izuku was cut off suddenly by a sharp pinch in his neck. Within seconds his vision began fading.

Words: 2759, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English

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

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki, Todoroki Shouto, Todoroki Enji | Endeavor, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Kayama Nemuri | Midnight, Nedzu (My Hero Academia), Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Torino Sorahiko | Gran Torino, Tsukauchi Naomasa, Original Characters, Class 1-A (My Hero Academia)

Relationships: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto, Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou, Kaminari Denki/Shinsou Hitoshi, Iida Tenya/Uraraka Ochako, Midoriya Inko/Yagi Toshinori | All Might

Additional Tags: Married Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Kidnapping, Torture, Hurt/Comfort, heavy on the hurt, Bakugou Katsuki is Bad at Feelings, Protective Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, villain oc's, Psychological Torture, Trauma, Whump, Shinsou Hitoshi is in Class 1-A, Midoriya Izuku Needs A Hug, Friends to Lovers, Deaf Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Deaf Bakugou Katsuki, Supportive Dekusquad (My Hero Academia)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/57072352

[ao3feed-izch]

Magic Fatgum, Will I Ever Get Married?

by Polaris_thePoet

"What does it mean when she pats my head?"

"She probably likes you."

"What does it mean when she kisses my cheek?"

"Oh my gosh, she definitely likes you."

"What does it mean when she says she 'likes me'?"

"Tamaki, for the love of cup noodle, she likes you!!"

Or,

In a school full of crazy, insecure teenagers, Taishiro is practically omniscient.

Words: 749, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

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

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki, Toyomitsu Taishirou | Fat Gum, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Amajiki Tamaki

Relationships: Midoriya Izuku/Uraraka Ochako, Ashido Mina/Kirishima Eijirou, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Fukukado Emi | Ms. Joke, Amajiki Tamaki & Toyomitsu Taishirou | Fat Gum, Kirishima Eijirou & Toyomitsu Taishirou | Fat Gum, Midoriya Izuku & Toyomitsu Taishirou | Fat Gum, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead & Toyomitsu Taishirou | Fat Gum, Toyomitsu Taishirou | Fat Gum/Usagiyama Rumi | Miruko, Amajiki Tamaki/Hadou Nejire

Additional Tags: Chaotic Midoriya Izuku, Parental Toyomitsu Taishirou | Fat Gum, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead is So Done, Mentioned Toga Himiko, Kirishima Eijirou is a Ray of Sunshine, Ashido Mina Needs a Hug, Class 1-A Needs Therapy (My Hero Academia), Class 1-A Needs a Hug (My Hero Academia), Crack, Humor, Dialogue-Only, Dialogue Heavy

source: https://archiveofourown.org/works/55955941

[nanamimizz-archived]

tags: reader is a big cry baby, aizawa and reader are married, gen reader, reader wears mascara, eri is confused and concerned, i need something fluffy after the misery bnha is putting me through rn

synopsis: graduation comes and aizawa is beyond happy.

aizawa shouta laughs when class 1-a graduates.

he’s overjoyed, elated and bursting with pride. he watches them line up in their uniforms, bright eyed and smiling ever after everything that they had gone through. he doesn’t even get a tear out because you’re at his side bawling like a newborn.

your face is in your hands and you’re sniffling loudly, tears making through through the cracks of your fingers. you spent all day getting ready and now you’re face is soaking wet with tears and snot. he hands you the handkerchief that was folded in the pocket of his suit and pats your back. eri looks up at you with eyes that filled with more concern than curiosity.

“here, come on they haven’t even gotten their diplomas yet and you’re already crying.” he says, voice softened by affection. you wipe at your face with the soft material, mascara streaks making you look like a raccoon. he bits back a chuckle.

“are you okay?” eri asks from her place at your side, little hands gripping your jacket. you nod your head and take gulps of air. you hiccup and wipe your eyes again.

“i’m-i’m just so h-happy. that they made it.” you look at shouta and he smiles - even with your lip wobbly and your face scrunched up from your happy sobs you still are the prettiest person he’s ever seen.

“they made it shouta.” he blinks back his own tears. the scars still ache but they have healed. his students have bloomed wonderfully, chasing the sun despite the hardships. he glances back at them - he can see midoriya’s nervous face and can hear bakugou’s shouts. iida’s rigid regard for etiquette and todoroki’s monotone voice cutting through. even on a day like today they are still causing a ruckus in there section.

they are his pride and joy.

“yes, they have. they will go only further from here.” he says and if you didn’t know shouta they way you know him, you’d miss the soft crack in his voice. but you know shouta like the palms of your hands and you know there’s a part of him that cracks at the fact that they aren’t his anymore.

“shouta please d-dont cry cuz then i’ll cry-“, you can even finish your sentence before another sob is heaved from your chest. he can’t help but laugh - you’ve never been one to cry in public events, the only time he can remember is your wedding and you had scampered off the altar to cool off before coming back.

“don’t laugh at me!” you almost whine and shouta truthfully can’t help himself but chuckle at your watery expression - you looked like a baby seal on the ice from that documentary you made him watch with you. he wipes your tear tracks and mascara lines, tucks a stray piece of hair behind your ear.

“sorry for laughing, it’s just humorous to see you like this. the last i saw you like this is during our wedding.” what he thinks would soothe only make you cry more.

“why would you bring up the happiest day of my life on the 2nd most happiest day of my life when i’m already crying!” whatever you say next is blurred, the film of the memory continuing and aizawa shouta can only think about how happy he is right now, and how happy he will be when he tells hizashi about how you bawled like a baby before the ceremony even started.

[cei1ne]

—What the MHA men do for you on Valentine’s Day, aka the most romantic holiday! Pt.2

*♡∞:｡.Summary: Headcanons and Scenarios of a few MHA men on Valentine’s Day and what they’re doing and how they’re acting. Part 2!

✧༻Pairing: Shouta Aizawa (Erasurehead) ; Keigo Takami (Hawks) ; Enji Todoroki (Endeavor) ; Shoto Todoroki; Tenya Iida

❀°:.•Tags: Fluff ; Cute ; Love life ; Valentine’s Day ; Married ; Dating ; Tsundere ; Quiet lovers ; Gift giving ; Loving

•∘ɷ∘•°✿Wordcount: 13k

⑅*⑅୨୧⑅*A/N: Part two even if it isn’t Valentine’s Day anymore! And I hope I included everyone and if someone wants another character included, write it below and enjoy it! I tried my best and English isn’t my first language! I literally fell asleep while writing this so I didn’t post it yesterday I’m sorry!!! Anyways doing this omw home from school rn.

Part 1!

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—Headcanons of the MHA men

Shouta Aizawa

1. Minimalist but Meaningful: Aizawa isn’t one for flashy displays of affection. He believes love is shown through actions rather than extravagant gifts, so his Valentine’s Day efforts are always subtle but deeply personal.

2. Quality Time Over Everything: He cherishes a quiet evening with you more than anything. A cozy night in, wrapped in blankets with a cup of tea and a good book (or cat videos playing in the background), is his ideal way to spend Valentine’s Day.

3. Handwritten Notes: He’s not one for grand speeches, but he’ll leave you little notes throughout the day. Some are simple reminders like “Don’t forget to eat” or “Be safe,” but on Valentine’s Day, they’re slightly softer—things like “Thank you for being my peace” or “I love coming home to you.”

4. Subtle Protectiveness: Aizawa shows his love in quiet ways, like keeping you on the inside of the sidewalk or placing a protective hand on your back in crowded areas. On Valentine’s Day, he might not say much, but the way he instinctively reaches for your hand when walking tells you everything you need to know.

5. Soft but Rare Romantic Gestures: Every once in a while, he’ll surprise you with something small but meaningful. Maybe it’s a gift card to your favorite café, or a book you mentioned weeks ago. He remembers every little detail about you, even if he doesn’t always say it outright.

Teigo Takami

1. Over-the-Top Romantic: Hawks doesn’t do anything halfway, and Valentine’s Day is no exception. He’ll go all out—think extravagant gestures, surprise dates, and dramatic declarations of love. He wants to make sure you know just how much you mean to him.

2. Loves Giving and Receiving Affection: He thrives on physical touch, so expect lots of hugs, kisses, and playful touches throughout the day. He’ll tease you endlessly but will also drop unexpectedly heartfelt compliments that leave you flustered.

3. Sky-High Dates: If he could, he’d spend the entire day flying around with you in his arms, showing you breathtaking views. He loves the idea of sharing his world with you—literally. Sunset flights are his personal favorite way to celebrate.

4. Acts Like He’s Effortless (But He Secretly Plans Everything): He makes it seem like he threw the whole day together last minute, but in reality, he’s been planning for weeks. He wants everything to be perfect, even if he pretends he’s just winging it.

5. Loves Spoiling You: Expect a ridiculous number of gifts. From your favorite snacks to limited-edition merch of things you casually mentioned once, Hawks remembers every detail about you. He enjoys seeing your face light up when he surprises you with something special.

Enji Todoroki

1. Traditional but Awkward: Enji isn’t great with romance, but he tries. He’ll stick to classic Valentine’s traditions—dinner reservations, flowers, maybe a small gift—but there’s an underlying awkwardness to it because he’s still learning how to express affection properly.

2. Acts Stoic but Cares Deeply: He won’t openly gush about his feelings, but his actions speak volumes. Whether it’s making sure you’re safe, subtly adjusting the temperature so you’re comfortable, or paying attention to the little things you like, he shows love in his own quiet way.

3. Prefers Private, Intimate Moments: He’s not a fan of public displays of affection, but in private, he’s surprisingly tender. He enjoys peaceful evenings at home where he can relax and just be with you without the weight of his hero persona.

4. Overprotective Without Realizing It: If he sees someone flirting with you, his mere presence alone is enough to scare them off. He doesn’t mean to be intimidating, but his intense aura makes it clear that you’re his and no one should overstep boundaries.

5. Struggles with Words but Means Well: He might not say “I love you” often, but when he does, it carries a lot of weight. Instead, he expresses his feelings through thoughtful gestures—cooking for you, making sure you’re taken care of, or pulling you into a firm yet warm embrace.

Shoto Todoroki

1. Understated but Thoughtful: Shoto isn’t one for grand gestures, but he makes sure whatever he does is deeply meaningful. He’ll remember little details—your favorite flowers, a book you mentioned wanting, or a place you’ve always wanted to visit—and incorporate them into his plans.

2. Still Learning About Romance: Since he didn’t grow up around affectionate relationships, he sometimes struggles with expressing his feelings. He might ask his friends (or even Google) for advice, but in the end, he always puts his own quiet, genuine effort into making you feel special.

3. Prefers Private, Intimate Dates: He’d rather spend quality time with you in a peaceful setting than go somewhere loud or extravagant. A cozy evening at home, a walk through a snowy park, or a simple but meaningful outing is more his style.

4. Gives Sentimental Gifts: He doesn’t just buy random chocolates or flowers; whatever he gives you has personal significance. It might be a piece of jewelry with an engraving, a hand-written letter, or something that reminds him of a special moment you shared.

5. Subtle but Deeply Loving: Shoto isn’t the type to gush about his feelings, but he shows them in quiet ways—holding your hand just a little tighter, making sure you’re warm when it’s cold, or brushing your hair behind your ear when he thinks you’re not looking.

Tenya Iida

1. Extremely Organized and Thorough: Tenya treats Valentine’s Day like an important mission. He plans everything—the schedule, the restaurant, backup plans in case something goes wrong. He wants the day to go smoothly because he believes showing appreciation should be done properly.

2. A Perfect Gentleman: He insists on doing everything chivalrously—opening doors, pulling out chairs, walking on the side of the street closest to traffic. He sees it as his duty to make sure you feel cherished and respected.

3. Loves Meaningful Gestures: While he enjoys classic gifts like chocolates and flowers, he prefers giving things with significance. He’ll write you a heartfelt letter, compose a list of reasons why he admires you, or craft a personalized itinerary for a day that’s all about you.

4. Gets Flustered Easily but Tries His Best:He isn’t the smoothest when it comes to romance, and any teasing on your part will make him short-circuit a little. But he’s genuine—every nervous compliment, every overly enthusiastic gesture comes from the heart.

5. Believes in Long-Term Commitment: He doesn’t view love as something fleeting. If he’s with you, he’s serious about it. Valentine’s Day isn’t just about romance to him—it’s about reaffirming his dedication to you, now and in the future.

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—Scenarios of the MHA men

Shouta Aizawa

Valentine’s Day had never been a big deal for Aizawa.

He had always seen it as just another commercialized holiday—an excuse for florists to double their prices and for restaurants to be packed with couples forcing awkward, overly romantic gestures. But you? You had a way of making things different.

It wasn’t about the flowers or the chocolates. It wasn’t about expensive gifts or elaborate dates. It was about time—something Aizawa cherished more than anything. And if there was one thing he wanted to give you today, it was just that.

Which was why, instead of planning something extravagant, he left a simple note for you that morning.

“Meet me at home after work. Don’t be late.”

He didn’t need to say more. He knew you’d understand. Period we know our man

When you arrived that evening, the apartment was unusually quiet. The usual hum of the city was muffled through the closed windows, and the space was dimly lit by a few warm lamps.

You found Aizawa sitting on the couch, his hair still damp from a shower, dressed in his usual loungewear with his capture weapon loosely draped over his shoulders. The scent of freshly brewed tea lingered in the air, and next to him on the table was a second cup—waiting for you.

“You’re late,” he murmured, though his tone held no real annoyance.

You rolled your eyes, setting your bag down. “By like, five minutes.”

He hummed in response, patting the empty space beside him. Without hesitation, you sank into his warmth, letting out a content sigh as he pulled the blanket over both of you.

“This is nice,” you murmured, taking the tea into your hands. It was your favorite blend—just the way you liked it.

Aizawa exhaled, his fingers tracing absentminded circles on your arm. “You work hard. You deserve a quiet night.”

A pause.

“And I wanted to spend today with you.”

Your heart swelled at the softness in his voice. You tilted your head up, pressing a small kiss to his jaw. “You’re kind of a romantic, you know that?”

He scoffed. “Don’t start.”

You laughed, settling deeper into his warmth. If this was his idea of Valentine’s Day, you wouldn’t change a thing.

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He wasn’t one to make long, heartfelt declarations. He wouldn’t shower you in grand romantic speeches. But love, in its truest form, was woven into everything he did.

It was in the way he woke up earlier than usual to make sure you had coffee before work. The way he made sure you never skipped meals, even if it meant shoving a snack into your hands before you left the house. The way he always pulled you closer in his sleep, even if he swore he wasn’t a clingy sleeper.

And tonight, it was in the way he planned this—a simple, quiet night in, just the two of you.

“Did you eat today?” he asked after a while, his fingers still idly stroking your arm.

You gave him a sheepish smile. “Uh… kind of?”

Aizawa sighed, already expecting that answer. Without a word, he reached over to the coffee table and grabbed a small takeout bag, handing it to you. “Figured as much. I ordered your favorite earlier.”

Your eyes widened as you peeked inside, finding neatly packed containers of your go-to comfort food. The warmth of the meal seeped through the bag, making your stomach grumble in anticipation.

“You’re the best,” you mumbled, already opening the first container.

Aizawa smirked slightly. “I know.”

You nudged him with your elbow, and he let out a low chuckle before settling back into the couch.

The two of you ate in comfortable silence, the kind that didn’t need to be filled with constant conversation. The occasional clink of utensils and the soft hum of the city outside were the only sounds that filled the space.

It was simple. Uncomplicated. Perfect.

And when you finished eating, Aizawa gently pulled you back into his embrace, his arms wrapping around you with quiet possessiveness.

“Comfy?” he murmured.

You nodded against his chest. “Very.”

Aizawa let out a content sigh, his chin resting atop your head. “Good.”

Because this? This was everything he needed.

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At some point in the night, Aizawa shifted, reaching for something on the coffee table.

You blinked as he handed you a small envelope, the edges slightly creased from being in his pocket all day.

“What’s this?” you asked, turning it over curiously.

He shrugged, looking away as if he wasn’t mildly self-conscious about it. “Just open it.” We know damn well you got sweaty ass hands rn

You carefully tore the envelope open, pulling out a simple piece of paper. It wasn’t a store-bought Valentine’s card or anything fancy—just a plain sheet with his handwriting scrawled across it.

“You’re the best part of my days. Happy Valentine’s Day.”

It wasn’t long. It wasn’t overly poetic. But it was him. Straightforward. Honest.

And it meant everything.

Your chest tightened as you looked up at him. “Shouta…”

Aizawa cleared his throat, rubbing the back of his neck. “It’s dumb, I know. But I figured you deserved more than just dinner and a quiet night.”

You smiled, carefully folding the note and holding it close to your heart. “It’s not dumb. It’s perfect.”

His shoulders relaxed slightly, as if reassured by your reaction.

You set the note aside and leaned in, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to his lips. Aizawa responded instantly, his grip tightening around your waist, pulling you closer. The kiss was deep, unhurried—filled with unspoken words that neither of you needed to say out loud.

When you finally pulled away, you rested your forehead against his, your fingers tracing gentle patterns along his jawline.

“Thank you,” you whispered.

Aizawa hummed, his fingers tangling in your hair. “For what?”

“For loving me in your own way.”

His lips quirked up at the corner. “You make it easy.”

You laughed softly, curling back into him as he pulled the blanket tighter around you both.

And as the night stretched on, wrapped in warmth and quiet love, you knew one thing for certain—Aizawa didn’t need grand gestures to show how much he cared.

Because love wasn’t just about words. It was in the little things. The quiet moments. The simple gestures that spoke louder than anything else.

And Aizawa Shouta loved you in every way that mattered.

Keigo Takami

You should have expected something extravagant from Hawks.

You’d barely woken up when a knock sounded at your door. Still groggy, you shuffled over, cracking it open to see a delivery worker holding an absurdly large bouquet—bright red roses with golden-tipped petals.

“Delivery for Y/N,” they said cheerfully.

You accepted the flowers, your sleepy brain still processing the fact that Hawks had gone this over the top already. Tucked between the roses was a small note with his signature scribbled across it.

“Get ready, babe. Your wings arrive in 10 minutes.”

You didn’t have time to question it before, true to his word, Keigo himself swooped down from the sky, landing on your balcony with a dazzling grin.

“Morning, beautiful!” he greeted, stretching his arms out as if waiting for you to run into them. “Ready for the best Valentine’s Day of your life?”

You crossed your arms, raising an eyebrow. “Keigo, it’s barely 9 AM. How did you even—?”

He held up a finger. “Ah-ah, no questions! Just trust me.”

With a dramatic bow, he extended a hand toward you. “Your ride awaits, my love.”

You sighed, shaking your head, but couldn’t stop the smile tugging at your lips as you took his hand. “This better not get too crazy.”

Keigo laughed. “No promises, babe.

And with that, he wrapped his arms securely around you and took off, the wind rushing past as he carried you into the sky.

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Keigo’s idea of a Valentine’s Day date was anything but ordinary.

He took you to a private rooftop garden—one you were pretty sure he technically wasn’t supposed to have access to, but when had that ever stopped him? The space was beautifully set up, a cozy little table adorned with your favorite breakfast pastries, fresh fruit, and, of course, more flowers.

“Keigo…” you breathed, taking in the scene.

He beamed, clearly pleased with your reaction. “Pretty sweet, huh? Thought we’d start the day off right—with the best view in town.”

He wasn’t wrong. The city stretched out beneath you, bathed in the golden hues of the morning sun. It was peaceful up here, away from the noise and chaos below.

As you both settled in, Keigo wasted no time in teasing you. “Sooo, on a scale of one to ‘I’m totally in love with you,’ how much do you adore me right now?”

You rolled your eyes, but the warmth in your chest made it impossible to deny how much effort he’d put into this. “You’re insufferable.”

He grinned, leaning in closer. “That’s not a no.”

You took a bite of your pastry, pretending to ignore him. “Mmm, this is good.”

Keigo pouted. “Okay, okay, fine. I’ll take that as an ‘I’m swooning but too proud to admit it.’”

You snorted, and he laughed, reaching across the table to brush his fingers against yours. His playful energy softened for a moment, his golden eyes warm as they met yours.

“Seriously, though,” he murmured, “I know I joke a lot, but I really do mean it when I say you’re the best thing in my life, Y/N.”

Your heart skipped a beat.

Keigo might’ve been all about grand gestures, but moments like this? The quiet sincerity in his voice, the way his fingers lingered against yours—those were the things that truly made your heart soar.

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The day had been a whirlwind—after breakfast, Keigo had taken you on a literal sky tour, swooping through the clouds, pointing out places below with a childlike excitement that was contagious. He’d surprised you with little gifts throughout the day, each one something personal and thoughtful.

Now, as the sun began to set, the two of you sat on a high-rise rooftop, watching the city lights flicker to life.

Keigo exhaled, stretching his arms behind his head. “Man, today was perfect.

You laughed. “I think you just like showing off your flight skills.”

He smirked. “Guilty. But mostly, I just like making you smile.”

You turned to him, your heart full. “You do that every day, Keigo.”

For a moment, he just stared at you, his expression unreadable. Then, he reached into his pocket, pulling out a small velvet box.

Your breath hitched.

“Relax, it’s not that kind of ring,” he teased, flipping the box open to reveal a delicate golden band—a simple, beautiful design, engraved with tiny feathers along the inside.

He took your hand, slipping it onto your finger. “Just a little something to remind you that no matter where I am—whether I’m on duty, flying across the country, or caught up in hero work—you’re always with me.”

You swallowed the lump in your throat, your eyes stinging with emotion. “Keigo…”

He tilted his head. “Too much?”

You shook your head, throwing your arms around his neck and pulling him into a tight hug. “It’s perfect. You’re perfect.”

Keigo chuckled, wrapping his wings around you, cocooning you in warmth. “That’s my line, babe.” WHOAAWHOHOAAAA

As the city buzzed beneath you, as the stars blinked awake in the sky, you realized something—this wasn’t just another extravagant display of affection.

This was Keigo, in all his chaotic, loving, fiercely devoted glory.

And you wouldn’t trade it for the world.

Enji Todoroki

Enji wasn’t the kind of man who put much thought into holidays.

Or at least, he never used to.

Valentine’s Day had always seemed like an unnecessary, over-commercialized event—something flashy and superficial. But then you came into his life, and suddenly, things he never cared about before started to matter.

Which was why, despite his usual reluctance toward romantic gestures, he found himself standing in the middle of a flower shop, staring at a display of roses with an intensity that made the store clerk nervous.

“Do you… need help, sir?” the clerk asked hesitantly.

Enji exhaled through his nose. “What do people usually buy for… these occasions?”

The poor clerk stammered out a few suggestions, but Enji barely listened, his mind already preoccupied with something else. He wanted to get this right. He wanted to try.

By the time he left the shop, he had a bouquet in one hand and a small, neatly wrapped box in the other. It wasn’t much, but it was a start.

And for you, he was willing to learn.

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When you arrived home thoat evening, you were surprised to find Enji already there, standing in the kitchen with an almost uncertain expression.

“You’re early,” you noted, setting your bag down.

He cleared his throat, shifting slightly. “I took the evening off.”

Your eyebrows raised. Endeavor? Taking a break on purpose? That was rare. But before you could comment, he stepped forward, handing you the bouquet without a word.

You blinked, looking between him and the flowers. “Are these… for me?”

He gave a small nod, his gaze flickering away as if embarrassed. “It’s Valentine’s Day. I figured…” He trailed off, running a hand through his hair before exhaling. “I wanted to do something for you.”

Your heart softened at the effort.

You took the flowers carefully, brushing your fingers over the petals. “They’re beautiful, Enji. Thank you.”

There was a noticeable tension in his shoulders, like he wasn’t sure how you’d react. But at your gentle smile, he relaxed—just a little.

“There’s more,” he muttered, stepping aside to reveal a carefully set dining table. It wasn’t extravagant, but it was clear that he had gone out of his way to prepare a meal.

Your chest tightened with warmth. “You cooked?”

He grunted, crossing his arms. “I tried.”

It was such an Enji way to approach things—no grand declarations, no overly sentimental words. A quiet effort. A steady, unwavering presence.

And that meant more to you than any extravagant gesture ever could.

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After dinner, the two of you found yourselves sitting together in the dim glow of the fireplace.

It was rare for Enji to have a moment like this—where he wasn’t burdened by work or his own self-imposed expectations. But tonight, he let himself relax, leaning back against the couch as you curled up beside him.

“You didn’t have to do all this,” you murmured, resting your head against his shoulder.

His arm tightened around you slightly. “I wanted to.”

A comfortable silence settled between you, the warmth of the fire casting flickering shadows across the room.

After a moment, Enji reached into his pocket and pulled out the small box he had bought earlier. Without a word, he handed it to you

Curious, you opened it, revealing a delicate pendant in the shape of a flame—elegant yet understated, just like him.

Your breath hitched. “Enji…”

He cleared his throat, clearly uncomfortable with the vulnerability of the moment. “It reminded me of you.”

You swallowed the lump in your throat, fingers tightening around the chain. “It’s perfect.”

For a man who often struggled to express himself, this was his way of saying everything he couldn’t put into words.

You turned to him, reaching up to gently cup his face. “Thank you. For this. For tonight.”

His eyes softened, and for once, he didn’t look away. “You deserve it.”

You smiled, pressing a kiss to his jaw before settling back into his embrace.

Enji Todoroki wasn’t a man of grand speeches or poetic words.

But his love was a slow-burning fire—steady, unwavering, and fiercely protective.

And as you sat there, wrapped in his warmth, you knew one thing for certain.

This was enough.

Because Enji didn’t need to say “I love you” for you to know that he did.

Shoto Todoroki

Shoto had never celebrated Valentine’s Day before.

Growing up, it was just another day—no warm memories, no traditions, no excitement. But now, with you, things were different. He wanted to make this day special for you, even if he wasn’t sure how.

Which was why, two weeks before Valentine’s, he found himself sitting in the dorm common room, quietly taking notes as his friends debated the best ways to celebrate.

“Chocolate is a must,” Kaminari declared. “Girls love chocolate!”

“Not just chocolate, though,” Kirishima chimed in. “It’s gotta be thoughtful. Something that means something to her.”

Shoto frowned slightly, tapping his pen against the notebook in front of him. He had already planned to get you chocolates, but clearly, that wasn’t enough.

“What are you writing?” Midoriya asked, peeking over his shoulder.

Shoto casually closed the notebook. “Nothing.”

Midoriya gave him a knowing smile but didn’t push.

By the time February 14th arrived, Shoto had everything planned. He wasn’t sure if it was perfect, but it was the best way he knew how to show you how much you meant to him.

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The morning of Valentine’s Day, you woke up to find a neatly wrapped package waiting for you outside your door.

Curious, you picked it up, carefully unwrapping it to find a beautiful scarf inside—soft, thick, and woven with shades of deep red and icy blue. A small note was tucked inside.

“It reminded me of us. Meet me at the front gates at 5 PM. –Shoto”

Your heart swelled at the thoughtfulness. It wasn’t just a random gift; it was something personal, something that reflected the two of you.

When the time came, you made your way to the front of UA, where Shoto was already waiting, his breath visible in the crisp winter air

“You’re wearing it,” he noted, his voice quiet but pleased.

“Of course,” you said, adjusting the scarf around your neck. “It’s perfect.”

His lips twitched into the smallest of smiles. “I’m glad.”

Without another word, he took your hand, leading you down a quiet path toward a secluded park. Snow had begun to fall gently around you, dusting the ground in a thin, glistening layer.

“I wanted to take you somewhere peaceful,” he admitted. “Just the two of us.”

You squeezed his hand, touched by his consideration. “This is perfect, Shoto.”

For a while, the two of you simply walked, the silence between you warm and comfortable. Every now and then, he’d glance at you, as if making sure you were enjoying yourself.

Eventually, he stopped near a small clearing, pulling out a thermos from his coat pocket.

“I made hot chocolate,” he said, a little hesitant. “I wasn’t sure if it would taste right, but… I wanted to try.”

Your heart melted at the sight of him—so earnest, so genuinely trying to make this day special for you.

Taking the cup from his hands, you took a sip and smiled. “It’s perfect, just like everything else today.”

His expression softened, and for a moment, he just looked at you, his heterochromatic eyes reflecting the snowfall around you.

“I never really understood what Valentine’s Day was supposed to be about,” he admitted. “But now… I think I do.”

You tilted your head. “And what do you think it’s about?”

His fingers tightened around yours, his gaze steady.

“Being with the person who makes everything feel warmer,” he said simply.

Your breath caught.

And then, before you could say anything else, he leaned in, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your lips.

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After your walk, Shoto took you back to his dorm room, where he had one last surprise waiting.

On his desk sat a small wooden box, carved with delicate patterns along the edges. He picked it up, holding it out to you.

“I made this,” he said, a little shyly. “I’m still learning, so it’s not perfect, but…”

You opened the box, your eyes widening at what was inside.

It was a collection of small, folded notes—each one carefully written, each one meant just for you.

You picked up the first one, unfolding it to read.

“I admire you more than I know how to say.”

Swallowing thickly, you reached for another.

“I want to be someone who makes you as happy as you make me.”

Your hands trembled as you looked back up at him. “Shoto, this is…”

He shifted, a faint dusting of pink on his cheeks. “I’m not good at saying how I feel sometimes,” he admitted. “But I wanted you to know. So… whenever you need to hear it, you can read one of these.”

Tears pricked the corners of your eyes, overwhelmed by the quiet but powerful way he showed his love.

Setting the box down carefully, you stepped closer to him, wrapping your arms around his waist. He stiffened slightly at first, then melted into your embrace, his arms coming around you, his warmth seeping into your skin.

“You don’t need to say anything,” you murmured against his chest. “I already know.”

He sighed softly, resting his chin on top of your head.

“I love you, Y/N,” he said, so quiet you almost missed it.

Your heart clenched, and you pulled back just enough to look at him.

“I love you too, Shoto.”

His lips twitched, and then, for the first time that night, a full, genuine smile broke across his face.

And as the snow continued to fall outside, as his warmth surrounded you, you knew that this—this—was what love truly felt like.

Tenya Iida

Valentine’s Day was not a day Tenya Iida took lightly.

If he was going to celebrate love, he was going to do it right.

Which was why, the night before, he had mapped out everything. The perfect date, the best restaurant, even the precise timing of each event. His notebook was filled with color-coded plans and contingency strategies—because if there was one thing Iida disliked, it was unforeseen obstacles.

So when February 14th arrived, he was ready.

Or at least, he thought he was.

Because the moment he saw you walking toward him, dressed beautifully with a bright smile just for him, every ounce of structure in his brain short-circuited.

“Tenya?” you tilted your head, amused at his frozen stance.

He quickly snapped out of it, adjusting his glasses. “A-Ah! Yes! You look absolutely stunning! I—I mean, I knew you always looked lovely, but today you look particularly—uh—let us begin our scheduled itinerary!”

You giggled, slipping your arm through his. “Lead the way, Mr. Class President.”

And just like that, his carefully crafted plan began.

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The first stop on his itinerary was a highly-rated restaurant, one he had called weeks in advance to secure the best table.

Except when you arrived, a flustered hostess greeted you with an apologetic bow.

“We’re so sorry, but there was a mix-up in the reservations, and we’re currently at full capacity.”

Tenya stiffened. “Impossible! I confirmed my reservation three times!”

“I—I know, sir! But unfortunately, the system—”

Before she could finish, you placed a hand on Tenya’s arm, soothing him instantly. “It’s okay, we can go somewhere else,” you reassured him.

Tenya inhaled sharply, composing himself before turning to you. “I refuse to let this minor inconvenience ruin our evening. Allow me to activate Plan B!”

You bit back a smile. “Plan B?”

“Yes! I anticipated the possibility of restaurant complications and have prepared an alternate location!” He straightened proudly, adjusting his tie. “Come, my love, we shall proceed to the next venue!”

Your heart melted a little at the title—he rarely called you that out loud.

Plan B turned out to be a charming little café with a rooftop garden. Though it wasn’t his original plan, the cozy atmosphere and twinkling fairy lights made it feel even more special.

As you sat across from him, sipping your drinks, he exhaled in relief. “I apologize for the mishap earlier. I wanted today to be flawless.”

You reached over, taking his hand. “It already is, Tenya. Because it’s with you.”

The redness that spread across his face was immediate.

_________________________________

After dinner, Tenya’s itinerary included a peaceful evening walk, but the universe seemed determined to test him once more.

It started raining.

Not just a light drizzle—a downpour.

Tenya groaned, gripping his umbrella tightly. “This was not in the forecast!”

You couldn’t help it—you laughed, absolutely delighted by the turn of events. “Maybe we should just go with the flow, Tenya.”

“But—but our plans—”

You reached up, cupping his face gently. “We don’t need plans. As long as we’re together, that’s enough.”

His blue eyes searched yours, the tension in his shoulders slowly melting. “You’re right,” he murmured, covering your hands with his own.

Then, in a rare moment of spontaneity, he tugged you close and pressed a firm, passionate kiss to your lips.

The rain poured around you, but neither of you cared.

Because in that moment, the only thing that mattered was each other.

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I knew his gentle eyes

Use the related link post to read I knew his gentle eyes on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/61438432 by syriala “Just for a second, humor me, Hizashi,” he says and reaches out to card his fingers through Hizashi’s hair. It’s soft, like silk and Shouta thinks he could happily spend the rest of his days just doing this. “Fine. What is it?” “What do you love most about me?” Shouta asks and he doesn’t often indulge things like this, but maybe hearing Hizashi lay it out for him will help, at least today. “You’re being stupid,” Hizashi mutters and cups Shouta’s cheek in his hand. “Because I love all of you. It’s a package deal.” Words: 2458, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 19 of 24 Days of MHA 2024 Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Kayama Nemuri | Midnight, Nedzu (My Hero Academia) Relationships: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Fluff, Quirk Accident (My Hero Academia), Married Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic Use the related link post to read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/61438432

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Intense (The Future looks intense)

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/cCys94u by myang3llov3r A lot has happened within that time. I was finally able to confess my feelings to the person I love. Which was Katsuki. He didn’t believe me at first, but a week later, he accepted my feelings. We didn’t immediately start dating after that. We continued our high school life at UA. We focused on our studies and aiming to be a pro hero. We felt like dating would distract us and end up killing us. So, we kept it ‘chill’ and just went on normal dates during the weekends. Our friends thought it was completely useless since it seems like we’re dating either way since we both confessed to one another and we’re also going on dates. I completely agreed with her but still. We kept it casual and waited. Before we knew it, our third year at UA had ended and we were already graduating. It felt unreal. We all had something to say, so, we all made speeches which made the entire thing longer than it was supposed to be. (I know I made like 2 other story’s of the same thing but please ignore them. I have no idea how to delete them permanently :( Just focuse on this story since this is the actual thing that I’ll update and not the other 2!) Words: 2611, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M, F/M, F/F Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Kirishima Eijirou, Kaminari Denki, Shinsou Hitoshi, Midoriya Izuku, Uraraka Ochako, Jirou Kyouka, Yaoyorozu Momo, Class 1-A (My Hero Academia), Class 1-B (My Hero Academia), Todoroki Shouto, Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Todoroki Enji | Endeavor, Todoroki Fuyumi, Todoroki Natsuo, Todoroki Rei, Todoroki Family (My Hero Academia), Bakugou Mitsuki, Bakugou Masaru, Bakugou Katsuki's Parents, Sero Hanta, Ashido Mina, Kirishima Eijirou’s mom’s Relationships: Kirishima Eijirou/Bakugo Katsuki, Jirou Kyouka/Yaoyorozu Momo, Midoriya Izuku/Uraraka Ochako, Kaminari Denki/Shinsou Hitoshi, Bakugou Katsuki & Bakugou Mitsuki, Bakugou Katsuki & Bakugou Masaru, Bakugou Katsuki & Bakugou Katsuki's Parents, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead & Bakugou Katsuki, Bakugou Katsuki & Class 1-A, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Todoroki Shouto & Todoroki Siblings Additional Tags: Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Angst, Sad, Happy Ending, Bakugou Katsuki Swears A Lot, Soft Bakugou Katsuki, Bakugou Katsuki is a Good Friend, Hurt Bakugou Katsuki, Protective Kirishima Eijirou, Protective Class 1-A (My Hero Academia), Protective Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Protective Bakusquad (My Hero Academia), kiribaku, shinkami, momojirou, Izuocha, Married Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Class 1-A as Family (My Hero Academia), Class 1-A Shenanigans (My Hero Academia), Jirou Kyouka is in the Bakusquad, Bakusquad Shenanigans (My Hero Academia), Angst with a Happy Ending, Nightmares, Worried Kirishima Eijirou, Pain, Bakugo Katsuki has loving parents, Bakugou Katsuki Has PTSD, One-Sided Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku, Jealous Kirishima Eijirou, Bakugou Katsuki & Todoroki Shouto Friendship, Cupioromantic Ashido Mina, Time Travel read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/cCys94u

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"Welcome to the class, neighbor."

Part two of my mini-fic series is here! @julybreakbingo Bingo Prompt: Boy Next Door Fandom: My Hero Academia Ships: Kaminari Denki/Shinsou Hitoshi, Jirou Kyouka/Kaminari Denki, Aizawa Shouta/Yamada Hizashi Content Warning: Brief mention of Hitoshi in foster care, but doesn't explain anything explicit, it just implies that he has trauma from then though. Explicit Language. Tags: New Kid, Adopted Shinsou Hitoshi, Adopted Eri, Married Aizawa Shouta/Yamada Hizashi, Past/Reference to Child Abuse, Class 1-A, Established Relationships, Shinsou Hitoshi replaces Mineta Minoru, Welcoming Class 1-A, Shinsou Hitoshi has Social Anxiety, Kaminari Denki has ADHD, Pansexual Kaminari Denki, Bisexual Jirou Kyouka, Gay Shinsou Hitoshi. Side Note: So, I lied about Kaminari being flirty, I clearly don't know how to write him being flirty. BUT... Well, I'm not gonna spoil it. This is cross-platformed on AO3, I hope you all enjoy

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Summary:  “After some complaints about his behavior toward the other students,” Shouta gives a sharp eye toward the girls, “He’s being reprimanded for going against the school code of conduct, and therefore his punishment is expulsion.” Both him and Hitoshi don’t miss how the girls seem to relax after hearing that. “Either way, Mineta has been removed as a student and will no longer be attending UA. Hitoshi will be taking his place from now on. Now,” Hitoshi and the rest of the class deadpan at the sight of Shouta zipping himself up in his yellow sleeping bag. “Everyone introduce yourselves, and get to know each other.” Socialize. While he goes lay down behind the podium, Hitoshi looks back at the class, noting everyone’s eyes are on him now. Jee, thanks, you old bastard. “Uh,” He raises a hand to rub the back of his neck, “So… Nice to meet you all?” In seconds, he was surrounded.

Ah yes. The early morning. That special time of day where Hitoshi loves nothing more than to tell the world “fuck off and fuck that.”

            With a groan, the teen slaps his hand against the sheets, feeling around for his phone to shut off that horrendous noise that he called an alarm. It definitely does the job of waking him up in the morning. But then again, so does coffee. But no, Dad and Pops said that it was bad for his health to consume so much at his age, and yet, he literally watched Dad down an entire pot a few days ago. Hypocrite.

            If Hitoshi listens hard enough, he can make out the sound of his Pops in the kitchen, his phone hooked up to the speaker so he could play his music a bit louder. Underneath the music, he can hear him humming along to the beat. It’s the same routine he’s been getting used to since he came to live with them.

            He bites back the sigh, the thought of the foster homes still makes him queasy, and he does his best to bury the memories deep in the back of his mind to avoid everything that could come with them. Even though his parents knew that his time back then wasn’t exactly great, they didn’t know the extent of it aside from what was on the paperwork. Hitoshi plans to keep it that way. 

            The soft footsteps outside his door indicated that Eri was awake now, and that was his cue to get up. The last time he slept in longer than her, she had been sent in to wake him up. And in her mind, the best way to do that was to jump on him, which resulted in his ribs being sore during breakfast. Not that he minded though, if ruffling her hair afterwards said anything.

            The teen sat up, the muscles in his back stretching at the sudden movement when he heard a knock. “I’m awake.” He tries to say, but it comes out in a loud mumble at best.

            “Mister Shouta says you're going to be late for your first day.” He hears Eri say, which makes him sigh. Still not calling them Dad and Pops yet, huh? At least it’s better than “Mister Aizawa.”

            “Alright, I’ll be out in a minute.”

            He hears her leave. 

            Minutes later, and he was walking out of his room still in his pajamas, rubbing his eyes in hopes of rubbing away the sleepiness. He follows the sound of chatter, music, and the smell of sweet maple syrup to the kitchen. Rounding the corner, he can see Eri sitting in her seat while Hizashi places a plate of pancakes in front of her.

            “Morning, little listener.” 

            Hitoshi replies with a grumble, immediately making his way toward the coffee machine. Only, a hand landed on his shoulder and he was turned back toward the table to sit. “Nope.” 

            “Seriously?” Hitoshi looks over his shoulder as he sits down reluctantly, seeing Shouta walk over to the coffee machine to make himself another cup (he knows damn well that man already had two). “How am I supposed to funfiction without my life elixir?”

            Shouta has the audacity to shrug, leaning back against the counter as he raises his mug to his face. “Will power and determination.”

            “Who do I look like? Midoriya?”

            Hizashi chuckles. “Speaking of your soon-to-be classmates…” 

            Hitoshi groans again, turning away from his parents when a plate of pancakes gets placed in front of him. “Thank you.”

            “Are you excited for today?”

            Shouta scoffs. “He shouldn’t be.” He says, making Hizashi look at him with a raised brow. Shouta shrugs, “The deal was no special privileges. He’ll be getting the same treatment I give to the other hellions.”

            “And that’s fair, however,” Hizashi walks toward Shouta until he’s standing right in front of him, “That treatment doesn’t start until you’re both in school.” 

            Hitoshi doesn’t have to turn around to know Hizashi had kissed him. “PDA, there’s a child present.” Eri giggles at his words. 

            Behind him, Shouta was hiding his smile behind his mug while Hizashi went back to cooking. He looks up at the clock before looking at Hitoshi, “Eat up, we’ll be leaving in an hour.” Hitoshi gave him a thumbs up as a response, his mouth currently full of pancakes.

Okay. In hindsight, Hitoshi knows that moving into the dorms isn’t that big of a deal. Really, he does. And he also knows that the whole point of this “no special privileges” rule he and his Dad have decided on meant no special living arrangements that would separate him from his soon-to-be classmates.

            But…

           “Remind me why I can’t just stay with you and Pops like I have been?”

           Shouta sighs, the teen looking up at him as they walk. “We said no special privileges, that means no special living arrangements. You’ll be living with your classmates just like you were when you were in General Studies.”

            “You make a valid point, however,” Shouta sighs again, “After you guys moved onto campus and adopted Eri, I was still staying with you full time. Hell, I barely even stayed in dorms with the rest of Class 1-C.”

            “Yes. However…” Shouta mimics, stopping and turning to look at him. “Being a hero means having to be in the company of others that you may not get along with or just don’t want to be around. Think of this as training.”

            “Training for what? Midoriya breaking his bones in the field? Bakugou shouting “die, die, die” like he’s that one BattleShip audio yelling “dive, dive, dive?”

            “Socializing.”

            The word made him cringe. “I’d rather suffer through one of Eri’s tea parties.”

            Though he hasn’t said anything, and may never will, Hitoshi was a nervous wreck.

            It was no secret amongst his family that he has social anxiety, but given his past and how he was mistreated growing up, it made sense. Though, since he was adopted, Shouta and Hizashi have been trying to help him work on it, even offering to set him up with a counselor. Of course, Hitoshi always denied the counselor route. He meant it when he said he does everything he can to avoid bringing up past memories, and he plans to keep it that way.

            But still, he does find it a bit annoying how the anxious feeling was stirring in his stomach as they continued their walk. It was like he was joining a brand new school in the middle of a semester even though he knew that wasn’t true, that everything but the course was the same. And in hindsight, he knows these people. Well, of these people. 

            He was the new kid in this scenario, and it was annoying.

            Of course, he wasn’t going to admit to feeling this way. That just wasn’t his way of doing things. That’s not going to change anytime soon. 

           “Hey,” Shouta places a hand on his shoulder. “You’ll be fine. And it’s not like you’re moving out permanently. Think of this as a second home. Besides, we’ll still be living together, just with a few extra people.” Okay, he gets that.

            It still wasn’t what he wanted to hear though.

Hitoshi figured that some of Class 1-A would be shocked to see him standing in the middle of the living area with their teacher by his side. He knows that they’re aware of his relationship with Shouta, but knowing his Dad, he hasn’t told them that a new student would be joining them.

           Or that one of them would be leaving their class.

           A part of his anxiety stemmed from this fact. Knowing that one of these people will probably hate him for taking their place. The other, well, he just didn’t want them seeing him as a villain like the others did.

          Okay, yeah. It’s been a year since he was around people who thought that of him, and he is more than grateful to be away from all of that. But after spending so long in that kind of environment, it’s embedded in his very core. 

          It’s annoying. 

         But not nearly as annoying as having all of Class 1-A’s eyes on him, staring at him with such a look of shock, he would think they witnessed him committing a crime. 

         “Starting today, we’ll have a new student joining the Hero Course. I’m sure most of you remember him from the Sports Festival.” Shouta looks toward the purple-haired boy. “Hitoshi Aizawa.”

           Biting down a gulp, Hitoshi raised his hand and waved. “Er, hi?”

           “Mindfuck?” Bakugou shouts. 

            “Bakugou, language!” 

            “Oh shut up, you walking autobot.”

"You walking- what?"

Midoriya looks toward the guy with glasses, looking surprised, "Iida, have you never seen Transformers?"

When glasses shook his head, Midoriya looked at him, mouth a gap and a gasp could be heard from the pink-haired girl across the room. "Iida! That is a cardinal sin," She said, shaking her head, "We're having a movie night."

            “Is no one going to mention the fact that he just said Hitoshi Aizawa?” Said the spiky redhead, provoking more yelling. God damn it.

             “Of course he’s an Aizawa, Shitty hair! He was at their wedding.”

            Though he could see the shocked look on his face, Midoriya still raises his hand and waves at him shyly, a small smile on his face. To his left, he sees another blond raise his hand. “Um, sir? If he’s joining our class, doesn’t that mean one of us is being transferred out?” 

            The question makes him tense. “Wow, Kaminari actually asked a reasonable question.” The purple-haired girl said, whom the blond rolled his eyes at.

            They all look toward the teacher, who sighs. “You’re correct. One of you has already been transferred out of the Hero Course.” He said. They all stare at him with anticipation. “Mineta will no longer be joining us, in fact, he’s being removed from the school as we speak.” 

            This was news to Hitoshi. He knew about the transfer, not being removed from the school.

            “Sir?” The girl with the black-spikey ponytail raised her hand. “It makes sense to transfer one of us out for a new student, but why not have Mineta take Aizawa- Er, Hitoshi’s place in General Studies?” 

            After the eternal cringe he makes, he speaks up. “Uh, call me Hitoshi, please.” He bites back the urge to bite down on the inside of his cheeks. “‘S kind of weird to be called by the old man’s name, you know?”

            “Oh thank god,” The blond (what was his name again?) from earlier breaths out, “That would be very confusing if we had to call you both by your last names.” 

            “After some complaints about his behavior toward the other students,” Shouta gives a sharp eye toward the girls, “He’s being reprimanded for going against the school code of conduct, and therefore his punishment is expulsion.” Both him and Hitoshi don’t miss how the girls seem to relax after hearing that. “Either way, Mineta has been removed as a student and will no longer be attending UA. Hitoshi will be taking his place from now on. Now,” Hitoshi and the rest of the class deadpan at the sight of Shouta zipping himself up in his yellow sleeping bag. “Everyone introduce yourselves, and get to know each other.” Socialize.

            While he goes lay down behind the podium, Hitoshi looks back at the class, noting everyone’s eyes are on him now. Jee, thanks, you old bastard. 

            “Uh,” He raises a hand to rub the back of his neck, “So… Nice to meet you all?”

            In seconds, he was surrounded. 

            “Hi! My name is Mina Ashido.” Said the pink-haired girl, literally inches from his face. “It’s nice to meet you.”

            “The name’s Sero Hanta.”

            “Ochako Uraraka!” He recognized Uraraka from the Sports Festival, Sero vaguely for the same reason. 

            One by one, everyone introduced themselves. Of course, Todoroki, Midoriya, and Bakugou didn’t need to introduce themselves, the three of them are difficult to forget once you meet them. This is literally the first day of school all over again. He bites back a sigh.

            Eventually, it comes down to the blond that had asked about the transfer earlier. “Hey, welcome to the class.” He said, “My name’s Denki Kaminari, and this,” He gestures to the purple-haired girl next to him, “Is my girlfriend.”

            The girl sighs, “Kyouka Jirou.”

            “It’s nice to meet you all.” You already said that.

            “Uh…” Nearly everyone turns their head toward Hagakure, “D-Does anyone else feel sort of bad that Mineta was expelled?”

            Before anyone could answer, there was a loud laugh from behind her, everyone turned to see Bakugou with a smirk on his face. “Like I would feel bad for turning in that perverted pipsqueak. That little shit had it coming.”

            This takes them all by surprise, “What? Kaachan, you reported Mineta?” Kaminari asked. 

            “I told you not to call me that!” Cue the sparking hands and angry stare from Bakugou as Kaminari sweat drops. Upon dropping this angry display, Bakugou adds. “And so what if I did? That little shit wasn’t cut out for hero work, all he cared about was groping Froggy over here or drooling over Pink Cheeks’ behind.”

            Cue a moment of silence before Mina squeals lightly. “Aww, Blasty. You do care!”

            “Shut the hell up, you racoon wannabe!”

Classes, lunch, more classes. The day passes by in a blur. The most he can remember is how many of them tried to carry a conversation with him, and how much he wanted to crawl into a dark corner just to get away from everyone.

            Socialize, they said, it won’t kill you, they said. Hitoshi couldn’t help but to think bitterly. Sighing as they walked into the dorms. Why do I feel so dead then? 

            Hitoshi’s feet seemed to drag as he walked behind his classmates. One thing he was glad about is that he didn’t have to share a room with anyone, so he could recharge his social battery much easier without anyone else in the room.

            Still, walking into the building felt strange.

            It wasn’t much different from Class 1-C’s dorms, the main living area looked the same for the most part. 

            The redhead, Kirishima, drops his bag from his shoulders and lets it drag behind him as they continue walking. “Finally, no more classes today.”

            Bakugou scoffs, “Don’t get too comfortable, Shitty Hair. Study group at mine in fifteen.” This provokes a groan out of a handful of their classmates, those being Kirishima, Sero, Mina, Jirou, and Kaminari. “And don’t be late again, Pikachu.” He gives Kaminari a pointed glare before heading to the kitchen.

            Hitoshi blocks out the rest of that conversation as he makes his way to the elevator, oblivious to the loud blond walking behind him until the doors close behind them. Please don't talk to me, please don't talk to me. Hitoshi eyed the blond before forcing his eyes to look at the elevator doors.

           “So…” He drags out, Hitoshi raises a brow at him, “What did you think?”             “Of?” 

            “Your new classmates, obviously.” 

            Hitoshi rolled his eyes,  “Uh, they were fine, I guess.”

           Kaminari hums, but he doesn’t say anything else right away. It’s not until the doors open again and they were walking onto their floor that he started talking again (much to Hitoshi’s dislike).

          “So, do you want to join our study group?” Kaminari asked, “Kaachan can be a bit of a hard ass but without him and Yaoyorozu, I probably would have been kicked out of the Hero Course for bad grades alone.” 

            Hitoshi’s eyes scanned each door they passed, noting everyone had their names on their door. “No, I’m good.” He stops, relieved to finally have found his name on one of the doors. 

            Kaminari stops as well, looking at the door before a grin crawls onto his face. “Hey, we’re neighbors!” Hitoshi looks at him before noticing the door behind the blond, biting back a sigh when he sees his name on the door opposite of his. Kaminari notes his silence and his grin dips a little. “You don’t talk much, do you?”

           “I have no reason to.”

            “What? Don’t you talk to your friends?”

            Hitoshi scoffs, turning the door handle to open his door, “I’m not here to make friends.” And that was the truth.

            Friendship was the furthest thing from his mind. He was here for one reason and one reason only, and that is to prove to everyone in his past that they were wrong about him, that they wrote him off too quickly. He was going to prove that not everyone with a Quirk like his becomes Villains.

            He was going to prove them all wrong.

            But those words were something not everyone would understand, much less his classmates.

            As he was about to close his door, he noticed Kaminari staring at him, a slight frown on his lips as he looked at him with narrowed eyes. Hitoshi wonders what he was thinking. But before he could open his mouth to call him out for staring, Kaminari’s frown turned into a soft smile, and Hitoshi could have sworn he saw a glimmer in his eyes.

            “We’ll see.” The blond reaches behind him to open his door, "Welcome to the class, neighbor." With that, Kaminari disappears into his room with the door shutting behind him. 

            The hell is that supposed to mean? Hitoshi found himself staring at the closed door for a brief second. Ultimately, he shrugs it off and closes his door, setting down his bag before promptly marching over to his new bed for a nap.

[the-girl-without-a-face]

Take a Break - BNHA fanfic

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

Summary: Hizashi knows his adopted son has too much on his shoulders. Papa Mic to the rescue.

Relationships: Shinsou Hitoshi & Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic

Characters: Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic; Shinsou Hitoshi

Tags: Adopted Shinsou Hitoshi; Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead and Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic Adopt Shinsou Hitoshi; Married Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic; Shinsou Hitoshi Needs a Hug; Shinsou Hitoshi Deserves Happiness; Shinsou Hitoshi Gets a Hug; And a Snack;

TW: Beginning of a panic attack

Ao3 | TT

“Hey, Toshi. You’ve been at it for hours, want something to eat?”

Hizashi asks while leaning on the doorframe of the kid’s bedroom. The purple haired teen is at his desk, with books and papers streamed around him. His hand grips the pen with unnecessary force. His wet hair flops over, not yet defying gravity, after his (too long, too heavy) post workout shower. His eyebags are darker than usual.

“No, thank you. Gotta finish this.”

“I’m proud of your sense of responsibility, little listener, but you gotta look after your health, ya dig?” Hizashi gets no verbal response, but he sees the way Hitoshi’s shoulders tense with the words.

Growing up with the world being wary your every move, Hitoshi always expects bad consequences upon his actions. Even when there’s absolutely no reason for it.

Hizashi measures his next words carefully.

“Please answer this truthfully. I promise I’m not mad, okay? I just want to help. Did you eat after training?”

“I… Well, no.” Hitoshi says, eyes downcast. Hizashi slowly enters the room, sitting at the end of the bed. He wants to make himself available without crowding him. “I just. I’m sorry. I have to finish this math sheet, the essay you gave the class, I still haven’t figured out the new move Aizawa with the capture weapon and there’s… There’s just so much to do and I’m so behind.” The longer the kid talks, the faster the words come out, until his voice cracks at the last word.

The Pro Hero listens, kind eyes and judgement free. He knows the Hero course is hard, he remembers the sleepless nights and hard training.

But he had friends and family to help him out, help him figure out the limit between responsible and burnout.

Hitoshi - big heart, passion driven Hitoshi - just needs to find this balance. But he doesn’t have to do it alone.

“You’ve been studying all day, Toshi. You need to take a break, your brain and body need to rest.”

“There’s no time though, I still have to go on a run and take the mock exam for the test next week. I can’t stop now. There’s just no time.”

Hizashi makes his breathing slow and loud. He makes his movements big and slow as to not scare the boy. He takes the teen’s hand and puts it in his chest.

“Breath with me. In for five, four, three, two, one… Out for four, three, yes, good. Try and keep it at that.”

They don’t know how long it takes for Hitoshi’s eyes to clear up again, but Hizashi would’ve stayed with him all the time he needed.

Hizashi gives him a small smile, “Ya feeling better?”

“Yes,” Hitoshi answers, his voice small. He lowers their hands, but doesn’t let go. The touch helps keep him in the moment. “I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me.”

“Hey, hey. None of that, okay? I’m glad I could help. If you start feeling like that again, don’t hesitate to come to me, okay? Shouta, too. I promise you he’ll help if you ask.

Hitoshi opens his mouth to disagree. Hizashi squeezes the kid’s hand between his.

“No, I promise, Hitoshi. Any day, any time. You come to one of us and we will help you, okay? I promise.”

Hitoshi slowly raises his eyes to search Hizashi’s face. Whatever it is he’s looking for, he must find because he sighs and his facial features relax for the first time that evening.

“If I ever bother you…”

“You’re never a bother, little listener. Our lives got so much brighter since the day we met you. It only got better when you became our son. C’mere.” He gently tugs Hitoshi’s hands to make the boy sit on the bed next to him. 
Trust me: you’re not alone to deal with this.”

“But I’m so behind on everything. I must study, I must train, I can’t afford to waste time, Pops.”

“Giving yourself a break is not wasting time. It allows your brain to refresh, increases energy, productivity and ability to focus. It helps consolidate whatever you learned too.”

“But I have to push myself. Everyone is so ahead. I need to reach the rest of the class. They’re all so much more used to all of this,”he sighs and drops his head on his pops shoulder. Hizashi fondly wraps an arm around the boy’s lither frame.

“Oh no, you’re all learning. I know it looks like that sometimes, but I promise they feel the same about you. It’s not a bad thing. You all want to be the best versions of yourselves. You just gotta learn to stay safe out there. So train and study to your hearts delight, but remember to be patient. You’re mixing and remixing your tracks and one day, little listener, one day not far from now, your album is gonna drop and the world will hear your music.”

Hitoshi lets out a wet laugh and Hizashi beams at this, tightening his arm around his shoulder.

He only lets go when Hitoshi pulls back.

“So. Snack?”

The kid hesitates. “No, I’m… I’m almost done though, just two more questions…”

“How about this? I’ll go make us a snack while you finish this. Then choose a stupid show to put on while we eat. And you can fall asleep while the cats pile on top of ya. Tomorrow, I’ll help you with the essay.”

The kid glances at his pile of books again and closes his eyes for a second before nodding and agreeing. “Ok. I think I can do that.”