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professor!aizawa x TA reader? 👀👀👀 for the job fair event hehehehehehe >:)

i love u guys u guys gets my brain sosososo good -> another thing i will have to elaborate More On after all the submissions hehhehehehe

professor!aizawa // job fair

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Hello please reblog this if you’re okay with people sending you random asks to get to know you better

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YALL I JUST FOUND OUT AIZAWA'S ENG VOICE ACTOR IS GONNA VOICE ENJIN AHHHHHHHH

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[4:56 a.m.] ⋆ “you better have a good fucking reason for dragging me out of bed, miya.”

the hallway light is dim, and you squint at your boyfriend, standing at the kitchen doorway. it’s way too early for whatever he’s up to: the curtains are still drawn, the heater is still humming, and your dog is still curled into a ball at the end of the hallway.

atsumu doesn’t look the least bit guilty. he’s wide awake, hair sticking up in all directions, crouched in front of the freezer in nothing but sweatpants and a sock on one foot.

“craving hit,” he says simply, holding up a container. “y’know the fruity kind you like? they had it the last time i went to the store.”

“so you dragged me out of bed for sherbet?”

“it’s limited edition,” he says.

you rub your face with a sigh, but you’re already padding towards him anyway. the tiles are cold beneath your socks. atsumu steps aside to let you steal warmth from the open fridge light, and hands you a spoon.

“y’wanna sit down? i put the kettle on too. figured you might want tea.”

your grumpiness falters a little. the tea part softens you.

the two of you end up on the couch, legs tangled under the shared throw blanket, a half-eaten tub of sherbet between you. astumu uses your thigh as an armrest while balancing his tea on a coaster he didn’t grab until after he was scolded. the dog eventually joins you, curling into the crook of atsumu’s legs. the clock ticks softly.

“this is so stupid,” you mutter, though you’re not grumpy anymore. “it’s nearly dawn.”

he leans his head against yours. “but yer smilin’.”

you snort. “barely.” 

“still counts.”

he presses a kiss to the top of your head, and eats another bite of sherbet. you wipe a drip off his chin with your sleeve, and tuck your feet under his calves and nudge his tea closer to him. atsumu kisses your temple again, because he can. the sherbet’s melting. the sky’s starting to lighten, but neither of you move to clean up. there’ll be time for that later.

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okay im really going to start tackling my drafts (staring with the little enjin post im working on) and then start my smau series

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Enjin is awfully romantic when it comes to sweet talking.

The barrage of nicknames know no end, and at this point it's a valid question to ask if he even remembers your real name. "Turn that frown upside down" becomes a real thing with his ability to get you to grudgingly look at him and smile after a fight or if he offended you with a simple, stupid pickup line. Don't even get started on how persuasive he can be when he wants something. It's ridiculously sappy and gives everyone around you a toothache, headache and a serious case of get-a-room-itis.

Your favourite line? When you're both saying goodbye - be it just about to hang up a call or him dropping you off - there's that ever constant "I love you more" from him, whether or not you start it off.

But you're competitive. "You can't possibly love me more than I love you."

"Oh yes I can."

He even says it after professing his love for your food, craving a cigarette or just plain trying to appease your side eye after a random girl gets a little comfortable with him. "But of course, sweetheart, y'know I love more."

So when that particular gloomy, rainy day rolls around and he's standing on the sidewalk some distance away, out of your sight but you not of his, Enjin still finds the words true. You've got a new man now, a better man, one who's walking you home this time. He bets he tells you he loves you as an accidental confession when he offers you a jacket (I could've offered you an umbrella) and the both of you sprint home (you could've gone home with me, my place is closer). He can imagine the moment you both are inside and dry, the door will slam shut just as you're about to kiss. But it doesn't matter.

He still loves you more. Loves you more than whoever you have now ever could.

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I haven’t written angst in like forever wow. today was the first time in awhile. it made my heart hurt cuz it’s tsumu ☹️

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"Hi," His smooth voice greets over the phone. This is already a bad idea... you shouldn't have picked up the phone.

"Hello, Miya. Is there a reason you called?" Your voice sounds like ice to his ears; his end of the line went silent. He hates hearing that tone directed at him.

He shutters quietly, the sound makes your heart throb, "I'm not Miya. Not to you." Is all he can mutter. His voice sounds broken, more so then when you first answered his call. If he starts to cry, you'll lose it too. Everything is still too fresh in your opinion.

"I don't want to do this— not today." You whisper quietly into the phone. In an attempt to calm yourself down, you glance at things in your living room; the tv, the mug your best friend made for you, the blanket covering your lap, just anything.

"I miss ya so fucking much, please hear me out." Atsumu pleads desperately.

"We broke up for a reason," You offer, trying to remind him why this wouldn't be a good idea.

"Our timing was off— well mostly mine but, baby, I promise I'll always make time for ya." You've heard that before... it was when you first started dating him. Worry took over you, you'd wonder if volleyball would ever make him too busy for you; he reassured you that it wouldn't. Until it did.

"I-i can't go back to being second priority in your life." It was awful.

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Atsumu had missed so much within your relationship, because he was always working and practicing.

Evenings were the absolute worst. All you had wanted was for him to enjoy meals with you, but you'd often have to set a plate aside for him in the microwave. You found yourself watching movies by yourself, showering alone, winding down for bed on your own, amongst other things. The loneliness started to get to you. After working all day, all you had wanted to see was the man you loved.

The worst part of it all was that he chose to leave you alone. His practices never really ran late into the evening, but he insisted on staying longer in order to perfect something he's been working on or hit the gym after practice.

It was always:

"Hey, baby, so sorry but I'm staying at the gym later than usual."

"Don't wait up for me, I'll be back late."

"Ya don't have to cook, just get takeout since I'll be home late."

"I promise I'll make up for lost time."

You could only handle so much of that. Your last straw was when Atsumu stayed at the gym late despite it being your birthday. You weren't even sure he remembered that it was your birthday.

You stayed up that night, giving him the benefit of the doubt. When he got home, he was confused as to why you were still up; that's when you snapped at him. He snapped back of course, arguing that if he wasn't playing at his best then he'd get behind.

The night ended with you crying, and telling him that you were done, with everything. He didn't believe you at first. Of course he felt bad for forgetting your birthday, but he didn't think it was major enough for you to break up with him.

It all started to get very real, when he came home to you packing up your stuff. He pleaded and begged you to stay, but you couldn't do it. How could you stay for him when he couldn't even see that he was in the wrong? Or try to correct himself for that matter. It was all about Atsumu, Atsumu, Atsumu.

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Atsumu clears his throat over the phone and sighs sadly, "I understand. I still miss ya though. Didn't realize what I had until I lost ya."

Neither of you speak after his confession, but eventually, Atsumu breaks the silence.

"Well I, I just wanted to tell ya happy birthday, since I fucked that up last year." His voice is so quiet that you could barely hear it.

You were doing so well, keeping composed during this phone call, but hearing him say that caused you to tear up. He remembered your birthday. No, it's not enough to win you back, but it's a start.

"Thank you, Atsumu."

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This actually just blew my mind

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save me period comfort Touya save me

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You hadn’t meant to make a sound; just a little shift in the blankets, a soft wince, barely even a breath. But Touya noticed. Of course he noticed.

He always noticed, when it came to you.

He was already half-awake, elbow propped on the pillow as he looked down at you like you were something delicate he didn’t know how to hold right- but would kill anyone else who tried.

“Again?” he muttered, voice raspy with sleep.

You nodded wordlessly, eyes squeezed shut as another cramp rolled through you. You expected a grunt, maybe some teasing about your uterus trying to kill you. Instead, you got warmth.

Literally.

His hand slid beneath the covers, palm resting gently over your lower stomach, scarred fingers warm like a heating pad, heat radiating out from him in quiet, careful pulses. He didn’t say anything at first. Just let his thumb trace soft circles while you pressed your forehead into his chest.

“Should’ve known,” he mumbled eventually. “You get all quiet when you’re in pain. S’weird.”

You swatted at him half-heartedly. “I’m allowed to suffer silently.”

He smirked against your hair. “You’re not allowed to suffer at all.”

There was a pause. You weren’t sure if it was meant to be sweet or just matter-of-fact. With Touya, it was always a little of both.

“Want me to get you something?” he asked after a beat. “Water? Chocolate? That dumb heating pad you always yell at?”

You shook your head. “Just you.”

He exhaled through his nose, something warm flickering in his chest at how easily you said it. Like he was enough. Like he was wanted. Like maybe he was good at something besides destruction.

“Yeah,” he said softly, pressing a kiss to your temple. “You got me.”

And he stayed right there, body curled around yours like armor, hand steady against your belly, letting his heat do the work. Letting you bury your face in his shirt and forget about the pain for a while. Letting you have softness, in a world where he rarely got to offer it.

You fell asleep like that.

And he didn’t move once.

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Deeeee can you write something fluffy with touya? i just broke my own heart by rewatching the eps abt his past, and that 1 season 7 episode where he fights the whole todoroki fam.

WHY DO I DO THESE THINGS TO MYSELF. he just needs a hug :(( and some kisses

ILY MAMA <33 i hope you and baby are doing well!!

i waited until i had something cute to say abt him and none of the feral animalistic shit i usually say <3 content warnings: obviously post reveal, emotional intimacy, touya has emotions oughghha, short and sweet

the bathroom is quiet. in front of you, your boyfriend sits on one of the dining room chairs you dragged in front of the sink, bringing his head just below yours and eye level with the mirror in front of him. he's watching you in the mirror busy yourself with the dye brush and scissors, leaning back into the seat like he's trying to relax-- but he can't.

your eyes have caught his four times now. every single time they dart away-- like you're scared to look at him or something. he can't stop how his fingers drum along the fabric of his jeans, taut around his thigh.

his tongue pokes the inside of his cheek. "you gonna keep avoiding it or say something?"

your eyes finally meet his in the mirror and he can visibly see the tick in your jaw. he'd call you out on the attitude but this conversation does need to happen at some point. you lean a forearm onto the back of the chair and tug softly at the ends of his hair. "are we trimming this?"

he eyes himself in the mirror. aside from his usual scarring, the only thing different about his appearance is the stark white hair that's greyed at the ends from years of black dye. and yeah, he's got some minor cuts and scratches, more burns that you've already scolded him about.

he doesn't look that different.

his lip curls a tad. "trim it."

your eyebrow lifts for a second before you shrug and push the dye set to the side.

in all the years you've known him, dabi has never told you why he dyed his hair. it took him a while to even trust you with the secret, but never told you details on why.

you found out a week ago who dabi really was. and for some reason, you still opened the door for him when he arrived at your apartment door. and if you caught his brief expression of surprise when you opened the door, you never acknowledged it. he doesn't know whether he's thankful or worried about that.

once his hair is wet and the scissors are in your hands, dabi finds himself oddly and somewhat relaxed once you get to work. little by little, the grey-ish darkened strands disappear from the mop of hair on his head. he's starting to feel more weird about seeing the hairstyle he hadn't seen since he was sixteen.

"if it's worth anything," your voice is always far too gentle in these moments with him, he thinks. nothing too sweet, but savory and warm. "i think you look good with white hair, touya."

dabi stiffens in front of you. that name is still too raw, still too fresh to be used openly like that. even in the privacy of your own bathroom. even in the intimacy between the two of you. it's weird and raw coming from your mouth. he's not used to it.

your hands pause with the current cut and they drop to the back of the chair. you want to grasp his shoulders, but his body language tells you that you've crossed a blurred line. you chew on the inside of your cheek as your eyes trace his tense features in the reflection. "sorry," is all you can think to say.

when dabi exhales, the breath of air is shaky leaving his lips. his lips press together in a firm line and his hand reaches back to grasp yours, pulling it to rest on his shoulder. you can feel him relax-- albeit not very much, but he still eases up when your thumb caresses his shoulder.

his thumb runs along your knuckles and when his eye meet yours in the mirror, he actually smiles a little. it's one of those cute, genuine smiles that he rarely ever gives you; the one that makes your chest squeeze and flutter like the first time you stumbled into him in that random alleyway years ago.

he doesn't say anything else, but he doesn't need to. he never usually does, his actions speak for him. and with the way he slowly softens over the following few hours, you know he appreciates your comments.

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Me occasionally writing a masterpiece then dipping 😔

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MAYAAAAA 🫶🏽 i love u smmm 🥹

ILYT 🥺🥺🥺 I HOPE YOU’RE DOING WELL RN MY LOVE

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Just took a look back at my first post (haikyuu men as fathers, I was inspired by @emmyrosee writing Ushijima as a dad) and wow I can’t believe I’ve been on tumblr for 2 years 🥺 I love you guys sm

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That’s totally alright, sinnie!!! It’s always good to have your priorities in place :)

i’ve been so busy w my internship n school work hence why posting is the last thing on my mind rn

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I WAS HEARING ABT THIS ON TIKTOK AND WAS LIKE “wtf are people talking abt?” NOW I GET IT 😭

breaking my hiatus to say BOKUTO HAS A BEARD NOW ?:!:$:&:&.&