#thinking of endo and aizawa

[evergreen-endo]

i’m thinking about a man laying next to you to finger you, keeping his mouth pressed to your ear to moan and dirty talk and chuckle so you can’t ignore that it’s him making you feel good.

and then when he gives you the type of orgasm where you just cannot shut up, moaning blabbering twitching thrashing around, he shushes you and pats your head with his free hand as you come down.

he stares while you twitch and pant before sucking your slick off his fingers and being like “sooo, are you a virgin?”

and you’re not, so you huff and say no, a little annoyed that he asked.

and he goes “oh sorry, were you a virgin? before I put my fingers in you, i mean.”

[rae-writes]

car doors

multifandom || 0.4k || three types of men and I want them all

Lives for being embarrassing and stupid— follows the trends on tiktok by the letter sometimes. He will choose the most extra, ridiculous, and complicated way to open your door for you; climbing out of his window and crawling over the hood? Done. Climbing over you and going out your door, closing it, just to reopen it? Absolutely. Forcing his way through the entire car, somehow managing to come out of the trunk? For sure. It's both endearing, hilarious, and utterly dismaying because everyone is looking: you might not even want to get out of the car when he’s done. It does make you feel special, though. 

↳ KAMINARI DENKI, Hizashi Yamada, Bachira Meguru, Ryusei Shidou, Dazai Osamu, Obito Uchiha, Kiba Inuzuka, CHOJI TOMIYAMA, Endo Yamato

Recognizes that you are entirely okay with opening your own door, but he doesn’t want you to. He loves to pamper and spoil and is known for finding every way under the sun to show his love. As soon as he sees you reach for the door handle, or maybe as soon as he parks and turns the ignition off for good measure, he’ll catch your hand with his. His voice is a low murmur as he kisses your knuckles, asking ‘won’t you please let me get that for you?’. He’s so satisfied, even smug at times, as he gets out of the car and walks around, smiling as he opens the door for you and kisses you on the lips when you stand.

↳ SHOTO TODOROKI, IZUKU MIDORIYA, Kirishima Eijiro, Tamaki Amajiki, Tenya Iida, Isagi Yoichi, Chigiri Hyoma, Atsushi Akajima, Edgar A. Poe, NARUTO UZUMAKI, Itachi Uchiha, SAKURA HARUKA, Nirei Akihiko, Umemiya Hajime

If you think for even a second that this man is going to let you open your car door, you are stone. cold. wrong. His aura is just so naturally commanding and dominant that it only takes one look; it might be with a raised brow and an incredulous expression, or it might be with lidded eyes and a lazy smirk, both silently conveying that you should sit pretty and wait for him to open it for you. Don’t get him wrong, though— he’s not a dick about it— in fact, it’s hot, especially when he pulls you close after opening your door and rasps out a ‘thank you’. To put emphasis on his thanks, he’ll tap or pat your ass, sometimes grabbing a handful and squeezing affectionately. 

↳ BAKUGO KATSUKI, Aizawa Shota, Rin + Sae Itoshi, BAROU SHOEI, Michael Kaiser, CHUUYA NAKAHARA, Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Shikamaru Nara, Sasuke Uchiha, Suo Hayate, Takiishi Chika

[mikaelle-story]

Chapter 5: Threads of Deception

Read Chapter 4

In a calm, dimly lit café hidden away from the busy streets, Shinichi, Aya, Hajime, Dr. Endo, and Dr. Takahashi meet. Their conversation is weighing them down, creating a stifling atmosphere. Their attention is entirely focused on the impending threat of The Weaver, despite the background noise of faint conversation and clinking cups.

Dr. Hiroshi: "Detective Aizawa, you’re pushing yourself too hard. The deeper you go, the more you risk losing yourself. The Id Fracture is not just a tool—it’s a mirror. And what it reflects can consume you."

Hajime: [voice tinged with frustration] "Shinichi, you’re already on the edge. This isn’t just about finding the Weaver anymore. It’s about you. You’re gambling with your own mind, and you don’t even seem to realize it."

Dr. Himari: [her voice soft, but urgent] "Please, Detective Aizawa... I know you want to stop him, but don’t let this destroy you. You can’t fight him if you lose yourself in the process. We need you—you, not the broken pieces of what’s left."

Aya: [looking at him with pleading eyes] "Shinichi, this isn’t just a case. You’re risking everything, and we can’t lose you. I know you’re determined, but please don’t let this consume you. There’s a point where it’s just not worth it anymore."

Shinichi: "I understand your concerns, all of you. But this isn’t just a case to me anymore. The Weaver, the Id Fracture… they’re all part of something bigger. I can’t walk away now. Not when we’re so close."

The team realizes that they can't change his mind, so they reluctantly accept his decision.

Dr. Takahashi gives a deep sigh, his gaze full of concern but also respect for Shinichi’s determination.

Dr. Hiroshi (reluctantly) "You’re making a dangerous choice, Detective Aizawa. But... I won’t stop you. Just remember—there may come a time when the cost is more than you’re willing to pay."

Hajime rubs his temples, frustration still lingering, but he finally nods in acceptance.

Hajime (sighs, resigned) "I can’t change your mind, can I? Fine. But don’t say I didn’t warn you. Just... be careful, Shinichi. I don’t want to lose you too."

Dr. Endo steps forward, placing a hand on Shinichi’s arm, her voice quiet but firm.

Dr. Himari (softly, but with a finality in her voice) "I don’t like it, but I won’t stop you. Just promise that you’ll come back. Whatever happens, we’re here for you."

Aya places a hand on her heart, her voice steady but filled with sadness.

Aya: (nodding, though her eyes betray her worry) "I know you think you have to do this, Shinichi. We all do. I just hope you’ll find your way back from this... whatever it takes. We’re behind you, no matter what.

Shinichi: "Thank you, everyone. For believing in me. I'll make sure I come back to all of you."

With the weight of his decision heavy on his shoulders, Shinichi turns and walks toward the unknown. The path ahead is uncertain, but for the first time in a while, he doesn't feel entirely alone in the fight.

As his thoughts drift, Shinichi gazes out the window, his expression unreadable. Unaware that The Weaver’s web is tightening around him, drawing him closer to an unseen trap, his mind is already focused on the plunge he is about to take into the Id Fracture. The stillness around him offers no comfort, only the cold echo of his own doubts.

His boots click against the twisted pavement as he moves forward, each step reverberating through the warped streets. The sound seems to echo from another world, reverberating unnaturally in the air. His senses are heightened, a growing unease gnawing at him despite his attempts to remain composed. Something about this place—this city—feels wrong, as though every street and corner is watching him.

Then, in the midst of the stillness, he hears it: a faint, sorrowful sobbing. It is distant at first, like a soft lullaby carried on the wind, but it grows louder with every step he takes. The sound clings to him, relentless and gnawing at the edges of his mind. His breath quickens, his heartbeat thunders in his ears, and an instinctual dread coils in his gut.

He strains to pinpoint the source, his body frozen in place as the sobbing becomes louder, more urgent. It’s as if the sound itself doesn’t belong in this place—a wrongness that cuts through the silence.

Turning a corner, Shinichi stops dead in his tracks. There, huddled on the ground, is a young woman, her face buried in her arms, her knees pulled tightly to her chest. The sobbing is no longer distant, but raw and unfiltered, the sound of despair seeping into the air around her. Her body language screams defeat, her posture crumpled as if she’s given up entirely.

Shinichi’s heart pounds in his chest, an unfamiliar sense of dread settling in. Though he has no idea who she is or why she’s here, something deep inside tells him that this encounter is no coincidence. The influence of the Weaver is insidious, and this woman… she is tangled in it, just like him.

Shinichi takes a tentative step forward, his breath shallow, his voice steady but cautious.

Shinichi: (softly) "Hey... Are you okay?"

The woman doesn’t respond at first, her sobs continuing in quiet desperation. Shinichi takes another step, his instincts urging him to reach out, but something about the scene holds him back, a quiet warning gnawing at his mind.

Shinichi: (a little louder, but still gentle) "You’re not alone. What’s going on? What’s happened to you?"

The woman’s sobs falter for a moment, and she slowly lifts her head, her eyes wide and empty, a hollow look in them as if she’s lost something important. Her voice cracks when she speaks, barely a whisper.

Woman: "He... He’s coming. You shouldn’t be here. The threads... they’re everywhere. You’re already tangled in them... just like me."

Shinichi feels a chill run down his spine, the mention of "threads" ringing a disturbing bell in his mind. The Weaver’s influence—he’s not just facing it alone.

Shinichi: (grimly) "The Weaver. He’s been leaving his mark, hasn’t he?"

The woman nods slowly, her eyes never leaving his, as if she’s seeing something in him, something he can't quite understand.

Woman: "You’re already too far gone... It’s too late for you... Just like it was for me... you’ll never escape. The threads will never let you go."

Shinichi’s pulse quickens, and though he feels the weight of her words, he steadies himself, his resolve hardening.

Shinichi: (quietly) "I haven’t come this far to be caught in someone else’s web. I’ll stop him. I have to."

The woman’s gaze falters as she looks away, tears still tracing down her cheeks.

Woman: (softly) "You’ll see... you’ll see... there’s no escaping it..."

Her sobs resume, fading into the background as Shinichi stands there, his mind already racing with the implications of her words. The Weaver's grip tightens around him, and he knows now more than ever that he is not just hunting a man—he is hunting a force, an evil that doesn't just exist in the physical world, but in the very fabric of minds.

Read Chapter 6

[thelreads]

Oh, it`s Twilight, isn`t it? I should`ve expected someone to be that bad at reading the room, and even though there are some veterans around, the chance of a convenient bomb-disposal guy in this exact moment was pretty slim.

Yeah it was him alright.

Also, interesting there, western extremists. At least you`re aware that your own country produces some unpleasant people, it`s not just the East that is to blame for all the problems.

So, with that we can assume that who planted a bomb, one of the assassins, is from Westalis as well. Huh, can you imagine if it was someone that Twilight knew? That would be hilarious, don`t you think Endo? (:

Huh, good point there... What a better plan than to make it look like another country was to blame, right? So we can assume that discount Aizawa, who`s probably the one that planted this thing, is not from Westalis, just emulating a design to use them as a scapegoat

...

Ooooooorrrr... He is from Westalis, and this comment is a redhearing. That`s also a possibility, but so far it doesn`t have much ground, nor does it affects much when Yor is going to murder him anyway.

[phantoms-lair]

Would deku sti get one for all in your hero’s spirit au? If not who would if anyone at all?

I don’t think so, because, like with Endo Class, the second half of the Slime Villain thing didn’t happen. Izuku didn’t cling to All Might looking for validation, and thus knocking the bottles out of his pockets, end resulting in his heroic charge to save Bakugou. Instead he was congratulated on his quirk awakening and given some resources to help with deal with late quirk onset.

He and All Might have a good teacher-student relationship at UA, but it’s not until Vlad decides to cast him in the role of ‘Jack’ and go after him that they start to really bond.

And undecided on who, if anyone would get it. I feel I can’t top my UA solution of AIzawa, but also don’t like repeating myself in that way.

[lostkrbkaccount]

Aizawa: okay class we have a new student joining us today, her name is Asami Endo. You can ask your questions after class, Miss Endo please take a seat as we will begin.

Asami: thank you, sensei.

Aizawa: of course. Now, mathematics-

[After class, in common room]

Deku: hello! I'm Izuku Midoriya and I was wondering if I could ask you a few questions?

Asami: okay..

Deku: well I have this notebook and I write about everyone in it, look. See there's Kacchan and Kirshima, Uraraka and even Shoto- uh I mean Todoroki-kun!

Asami: you like Todoroki, don't you?

Deku: what? No!

Asami: don't lie, my quirk is mind reading. I can tell you like him.

Deku: mind reading?

Asami: yeah watch, Blondie over there? Wanna know what he's thinkin?

Deku: Kacchan? Sure.

Asami: he's thinking about Canadian flag over there railing him-

Deku: *chokes*

Todo: Midoriya are you okay?

Asami: he likes you too

Deku: oh I-

Sakura: knock Knock!

Denki: woah who's this hottie?

Sero: maybe she's lost?

Asami: oh Sakura!

Sakura: Asami! There you are! I was wondering if you're not busy maybe we could hang on this weekend!

Asami: sure!!

Baku: how tf did you get in?

Sakura: my mom is a friend of All Might, he's like an uncle to me..

Kiri: cool, love your colours!

Baku: that's only cuz she looks like if you and Valentine's day had a kid

Deku: oh what's your quirk?

Sakura: nothing that will get me to be a hero- it's red string of fate.

Deku: what does it do?

Sakura: it allows you to see th red string that connects you and your soulmate!

Denki: TEST IT ON KACCHAN!!

Sakura: who?

Baku: my name is Bakugo Katsuki! Stop calling me Kacchan! Now, show me your dumbass quirk

Sakura: *touches his shoulder*

Deku: well?

Baku: there's a red string attached to my finger..

Kami: so you do have a soulmate..

Kiri: manly-

Baku: it's you, Ei..

Kiri: huh?

Baku: you're my soulmate

Sakura: *taps kiri* now you can see

Kiri: holy crap! We are soulmates!

Baku: it has to be you..

Kiri: I love you

Baku: I love you too

Asami: aww look what you did babe!

Sakura: did you know we're soulmates

Asami: we are?

Sakura: yep!

Asami: I knew it..

[heterochromatica]

Headcanon(s)..

…about Todoroki Shotos Quirk this time...

What it feels like:  General speaking Todoroki does not have a concept for "hot" or "cold" which does not mean that he cannot feel anything. He isn't numb. He can feel differences in temperatures but he does not feel a sting from it, he does not get burned or frostbitten when touching something every normal human being would flinch away from. We see this since he's literally sitting in a pot of boiling water without taking any damage. Meaning the outside of his body does not take any temperature related damage. I also think that the further you go inside his body the more "vulnerable" it gets meaning if he cools himself down too much his inner organs will take damage the outside does not. So he does reach a limit, as we have seen in the movie, very much able to get too cold, like Enji who can overheat but that has nothing to do with the outside of his body. It's the inner organs that cannot withstand the heat or the cold for too long or to too extreme degrees. 

How it works: His quirk basically works over some kind of either endo- or exothermic reaction under his skin. Simply put each of his cells that either naturally consumes heat or produces heat in some kind of chemical reaction. While his right side is usual just as chilled as his left side is warm, its also not perfectly splitting him in the very middle. He’s aware of it too but its admittedly hart to describe to someone who does not know how he feels. There are some areas on his body that are usually at normal human temperature unless he’s used each sides quirk too much for it to take an impact on his internal system. His body is used to the difference by now, the further away from his center you go, the more prominent is the change in temperature. Meaning if you touch each hand at the same time, you will notice that the difference is significant. That is probably the simplest way to put it. For example: stomach and chest barely have a palpable difference to the touch, its a bit mixed up in his mouth too. His tongue is more sensitive to temperatures than most of the rest. 

His Quirk control: I do think that Todorokis quirk is not just the emitting type it was categorized as at the beginning. I think he does have to subconsciously / semi-control it like non-stop, 24/7 all the time. He does not need to "activate" it at all, which we have seen with some of the sketches of cats preferring his warm side over the other, rubbing against his left leg only because they like the warmth. So it's there even in his day to day life.  Like he does not really think about it, but I think after it was shown several times that he’s actually able to regulate his body temperature at will, makes me think, being affected by Aizawas quirk, for example, must be hella unsettling for him to be honest. He's used to be in control even if that control is very subtle and underlying to keep himself at a more or less normal temperature. If he’s stripped of that unconscious control of his body for too long he might get anxious because he’s been used to this feeling for 16 years without a break so it surely would be weird to suddenly loose control about it. His own body at a normal human temperature? I think it must be a tiny bit scary. Which also goes hand in hand with his quirk malfunctions when overworked (faltering control) which we have again seen in the movie or during the sports festival when he's covered by frost, breathing out puffs of air that's actually too cold for his lungs or when in severe emotional distress, seen how his hair lights up with a couple flames when Deku first calls him out during their fight.

[picoschools]

uhm hi 😰😰 i should post this here if i need to show people about the system and all dat

we r the sunny system !!! :D we r a traumagenic system currently of 10 (possibly 11, we haven’t confirmed it yet ajsjs). friendly reminder that we do not believe in endogenic systems !!! so if you claim to be one : 1) please think and reconsider 2) DO NOT interact w the sunny system. danika isn’t too fond of endos and neither is the host 3) pls leave the page. you are not welcome here c: friendly reminders : 1) the body is a minor and so is the host (obviously) !!! 2) a majority of the system is made up of minors so please do not try to get freaky deaky w them unless they are an adult or ur around the same age as them pls and ty 😰😰 or maybe just don’t at all

sys list !

(i hope this looks okay and makes sense bc i just came from a quiz site where u could see the alters and a more detailed description w/o having to click a photo or link each time)

cole / celeste - he/buns - 13 - host - no prox

hizashi yamada - he/him - 16 - co host - ✨

shota aizawa - he/eraser - 31 - protector - 🗝

danika - she/her - 17 - persecutor - 💢

blue diamond - she/it - ??? - protector - 💧

finn - he/they - 15 - no role - 🍦

agnes - she/her - 19 - no role - 🧧

kanna kamui - she/her - 7 - little/fragment - 🕊

boyfriend - he/him - 19 - co-host - 🎮

teddy - he/him - 14 - fragment - 🧸

elenor - it/its - ??? - unknown role - 🥀

alters that i suggest you dni with :

- danika

- elenor

we are debating on whether elenor is a persecutor or not, but danika is.

i’ll add more when i have the time, pls pls pls be patient with me !!! - host

edit : when i say "suggest" i mean just be careful w what you say when talking to the alters listed in that section :))

[starry-self-ships]

silence is golden

I was having Feelings™ for a certain tired dad today, and this magically appeared! :P

It features a s/i I haven’t officially introduced yet, so I’ll quickly describe him here! His name is Endo Kei, and he has a quirk that allows him to hear the thoughts of people so long as they have ink on their body (however, it’s not an ability he can turn on and off). So, ye! Hope y’all enjoy :D

Shouta had a headache.

It was half past three, and a dull throbbing sensation pulsed in his temples with a vicelike grip that even painkillers couldn’t deter. Class 1-A was off doing practical exercises with none other than All Might himself, leaving him some much-needed time to catch up on grading. Quirk analysis reports were far from uncommon in his class, but with the exception of a few students, his class seldom succeeded to do more than scratch the surface—which was unfortunate given the current climate.

As he scanned the page before him, which had quickly devolved into a mess of red ink, a knock sounded on the door. Suppressing a groan, he uttered a quick invitation to enter before continuing to scribble on the paper.

The door swung open, and a figure approached, though Shouta didn’t bother to look up from his paper.

“If you have a headache, you should probably lay down.”

Shouta’s gaze snapped up to the student standing before him. Soft, indigo curls all but obscured a pair of soft purple eyes that were currently zeroed in on the ground. Heaving a soft sigh, Shouta set his pen down, grimacing at the throbbing in his hand.

“What is it, Kei?” he asked, not bothering to mask the exhaustion in his tone.

“Sorry to intrude,” Kei mumbled, eyes still locked onto his feet. “I just—it’s lunch, y’know, and—it’s really loud in the cafeteria, especially with all the students with ink on them…people like to doodle on themselves apparently, heh.”

Shouta grunted. “You know you’re always welcome to eat in here,” he mumbled. “What else did you need?”

Kei’s eyes briefly flicked up to his, and for a moment, he couldn’t help but wonder what it was like to be in Kei’s shoes—to hear voices of ink creatures constantly whispering in his ears, providing a never ending commentary on the thoughts of the people around him. A shadow of a smile appeared on the student’s face.

“It’s, um. Not fun,” he responded, and Shouta nearly smacked himself.

“Your quirk doesn’t work both ways,” he muttered instead. “Spit it out. What do you need?”

“Well, I…” Kei took a deep breath before plowing onward. “I was wondering...do you think...do you think you could erase my quirk for a bit?”

Shouta raised an eyebrow, but Kei had already begun to continue. “It’s just, um. It feels...wrong, y’know? To hear what people are thinking all the time, without being able to turn it off and on. A-and it gets loud, too...it gets really hard to concentrate.”

Shouta couldn’t help but agree; he could hardly imagine how he’d manage if he had ink demons whispering constantly in his ear. Running a hand through his unkempt black locks, he finally leveled the student with a flat stare.

“Alright,” he responded. “I’ll erase your quirk for a bit. But on one condition.”

Kei’s eyes widened with a combination of hope and fear.

Shouta reached into his bag, fingers curling around a familiar object before drawing it out into the light. Kei’s eyes widened further, his jaw unhinging, as he set it on his desk and pushed it forward.

“Take these.”

Kei’s hands hovered nervously over the noise-cancelling headphones, his mouth twisting into a frown. “Aizawa-sensei…” he whispered, disbelief heavy in his tone.

Shouta pushed them forward another inch. “Take them, Kei. I won’t be there to erase your quirk all the time. You’ll have more use for them than I ever will, anyway.”

The look the student gave him was pure, starry-eyed reverence, and Shouta resisted the urge to squirm uncomfortably—being an underground hero, he was rarely on the receiving end of such glances. That being said, he couldn’t tamp down on the affection unfurling in his chest.

“Go get yourself something to eat, now,” Shouta grunted, pointedly looking back down at the paper he was grading. He could feel Kei’s smile even from here, and he hated to imagine just how much of his innermost feelings his traitorous tattoo had revealed. Damn mind-reading quirk.

“Yes, sensei!” came the too-bright response, and a moment later, the door shut itself quietly.

Ten minutes later, Kei returned—only this time, he bore a tray loaded with various delicacies and a pair of shiny black headphones fixed firmly around his head.

[thelreads]

Excuse-me what is the name of her perfume again? Don`t think I don`t fucking know what that word mean Endo.

Also, that deduction is slightly off, even if you use the ever-famous “at least”, like a college student putting an “etc” after two examples. There was four men in total at this place, no counting the baby of course, and two women. Seems like Yor and her boss` training include not leaving scents behind, somehow.

“It`s me” he says like there isn`t at least some ten other assassins in regular contact with Aizawa. And going by the image back at chapter 47 I could count at least 8 distinctive men among the crowd. Don`t be so obvious trying to keep hidden what your name is goddammit I want to know it.

And there`s Aizawa, who`s keeping an ear to the ground, which makes surprising that he hasn`t at least heard their voices among crowd in the hundreds of bugs he has around the ship. Guess Yor is being really careful now.