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punkeropercyjackson · 15 days

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Todomomo is literally the closest you can get to a autistic4autistic t4t ship without it being canon or intentional.Shouto's dad is an abusive hypermasculine prick who's implied to be misogynistic(teaching Touya his views on women as a kid,that they're 'useless' based off their genders)and Shouto wants to grow up to be the man he never could and refused to be and dosen't care about gender at all,much less conforming to it's roles and gets called a pretty boy a lot and is way closer to his mom and sister than he is to either of his brothers,Momo is the daughter of a rich couple who adultified her to the max in order to make her the ultimate 'proper prim lady' with little regard to her emotions and mental well-being and only care about her when she lives up to their impossible expectations and she had to get that 'I have to be perfect or else i'm WORTHLESS and NOT GOOD ENOUGH FOR ANYTHING' mentality from somewhere and it's not like she wasn't isolated from her peers by not being allowed to be a normal kid in any way(her mom didn't even let her go festivals and she had to sneak off on her first one with a fear of her finding out in the back of her head the whole time!That is NOT normal behavior for your child to exhibit,Doña Yaoyorozu!!!)and she presents femininily in a way that's viewed as artificial by assholes but it's just genuinely who she's made herself to be!Shouto explicitly inhereted his mother's build and hates that he keeps looking like his dad as he gets older and Momo's said to look older than her girl classmates even disregard her body type and towers over most teen guys!!!

Shouto has a neutral expression that looks purely deadpan and just a bit angry/annoyed and he's awful at socializing and he's insanely good at flirting with Momo but IT'S NEVER ON PURPOSE and Momo has a resting smiling face as her default look and she gets scandalized at regular teen behavior and she's an expert at navigating social situations with practiced politeness and they both take things literally and don't understand the dumb kind of norms and have a special fondness for a particular food because it gives them comfort(cold soba + tea types)BUT ALSO!!!!They have matching additional food motifs(bubble tea specifically + strawberry based things)and cordinated outfits with their own aesthetics(their sweaters,,,,,,that got turned into a running thing in the games and i believe official art too)and are canon cat people(*insert that 'All cats have autism' pic here*)and Momo is a bookworm while Shouto is a comics nerd and Momo got into alt music thanks to Jirou and has a love for desserts and Shouto writes platonic love letters to Rei and perfers the spicier/savoury kinds of japanese food AND THEN THEIR ACTUAL RELATHIONSHIP

Shouto voted for Momo because he thinks she's the best they're is but didn't verbally communicate it to her because it never occured to him he'd need to and Momo admires Shouto just as much and said it outloud to his face from the start and Aizawa being the only that helps them clear up the mix up?????His old autistic man ass that's married to audhd icon Mic?So Shouto goes into detail to Momo's face too about how cool he thinks she is and that's when they officially becomes friends and he never shuts up about her to anyone from then on,this nigga's new special interest is his best girl friend he's got a crush on,and he did notice she was sad when no one else did in an earlier part but had no clue what to do or say to cheer her up so they spend time together now that they're really buds and they both know just what to say to eachother by the War Arc and Momo finds Shouto being a fucking doofus with geeky ass tendencies and moments she could make a youtube compilation out of it if she was lil meaner to be so attractive she says he's perfect for Prince Charming as a role in a play Class 1-A did in one of the novel's.Izuku broke Shouto out of his ice,Jirou and Mina broke Momo out of her doll shell and now neither of them need to mask but what brought them together was being next to eachother at their worsts and at their bests and only thinking the latter no matter what or who said otherwise.Including themselves

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shibaraki · 1 year

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TAKE YOURS, I’LL TAKE MINE ┊ AIZAWA SHOUTA

tags: AFAB GN reader, established relationship, bottom aizawa (called love and baby), morning sex, reader is a giver, light somno, no power dynamics, anal fingering (aizawa receiving), handjobs, pegging (reader wears the strap; referred to as ‘your cock’ a few times), missionary position

wc: 3.3k

Shouta carried a multitude of skills under his belt, and one of them happened to be knowing how to ration his energy. The exhaustion that came with being both an underground hero and a teacher at UA was unavoidable, and he had learned over the years what does and does not require his full effort.

Mornings in bed with you requires very little of him.

Still on the fuzzy borders of sleep, Shouta feels his legs reflexively bend, knees falling open as his hips chase the relief of your hand. There is a soft, slick sound echoing in his ears as your wrist turns, lazily stroking his cock.

He rouses. Inhales deeply, brow furrowed and head turned into the pillow, groaning as he exhales. Blinking through the haze, his eyes adjust to the low lighting. You’re pressed to his side, arm propped up on the pillows, watching his slow rise to consciousness with a distinctly fond look, just as sleep mussed.

“Hello handsome,” you murmur, dipping to nudge the swell of his cheek as your thumb begins to massage slow circles against his frenulum. The stubble lightly scratches as he tilts upwards, seeking out your lips.

“Mornin’,” he slurs, muffled as you kiss him. Close mouthed and sweet, like you do every morning. You reel him in slow with loose fisted strokes, his breathing heavier the more he wakes.

Your free hand threads through his hair, cradling his crown. Gently sucking his bottom lip between your teeth, he shudders as you begin to scratch his scalp.

“You woke me up,” you tell him, “looks like you were having a nice dream there”. Your voice is quiet. The bedroom is dim, with hard lines and silhouettes made out only by the early rise of the sun behind the curtains.

He hums and it rumbles like a purr, “You woke me up”.

Your eyes are drawn to the way his chest rises and falls. There is thin dark hair lining the valley of his pecs, stomach firm with hard muscle yet his waist is charmingly soft. Offhanded, gaze sliding to where he’s languidly fucking your hand, you ask, “Want to keep going, baby? Or do you want to catch a few more Z’s?”

When his eyes fall closed it is all for show. No doubt his day might be more bearable with another hour of sleep under his belt, but weighed against the feeling of your hand slowly inching between his thighs, there’s truly nothing to contemplate.

“Fuck. Keep… keep going,” he murmurs, rubbing his nose along the underside of your jaw. There’s a blanket of fatigue sinking his body into the sheets, movements slow as he reaches to cup your cheek. You turn, lips meeting again, parting to pluck your name out of his mouth.

“Shall I set an alarm to be careful?” you grin into the kiss, teasing his balls with the palm of your hand. Thick, muscled thighs tense at the teasing press of your finger to his perineum. “We’ll be late, otherwise”.

His cock twitches, hot and leaking into the soft hair leading between his legs. Despite your warning for time, you’re patient with his answer. You shuffle down the bed enough to tuck into the crook of his neck, paving open mouthed kisses along his throat, nuzzling happily into his stubble.

You squeeze his cock again and Shouta’s world tips backwards with a wanton groan. Heat flushes through his body, pooling in his belly. Head lolling into the pillows, he hears your pleased little hum as you continue your affections past his collarbones, a slow and purposeful journey to his chest.

Fingertips graze over every ridge on his stomach, ascending to play with the hair on his chest. Your hand splays across his right pec, and you relinquish the hold of his head to cup the other, squeezing the supple flesh together. Gentle and wet, you circle a nipple with your tongue, sucking it between your lips until he’s pink and perky.

He hears himself whine, the answer to your earlier question already lost as you take him into your mouth again, releasing with an obscene pop. Now the sun is mostly unsheathed, golden pinpricks of light piercing through his dark curtains, the reverence in your eyes is that much clearer.

You’re slow with it, smoothing over his broad shoulders and back, mapping out the hard lines and curves of his body. “I can’t think if you keep…” Shouta’s protest dwindles into a quiet, shaken moan. He grimaces at the break in his voice, cock throbbing against his thigh as you caress everything but.

Nipping at the sensitive skin, kissing it in apology. “What’s that, love?” you ask, just as breathless, if not more. Shouta’s hips reflexively jump as you near his navel, fingertips sinking into his waist. The fluttering staccato of his heart beats loud in his ears as you overwhelm him with your covetous touch, scrambling to grasp your wrist as you circle around his cock.

“Stop,” he pants, face flushed and brow pinched in concentration. “You’ll make me cum”.

A pause. Turning to rest your cheek on his hip, you blink up at him contentedly. “That’s the point Shouta,” you tell him, an idle finger tracing around his pert nipple. “I‘ll make you cum again after, if you want”.

There’s something terribly dangerous about how willing you are to cater to him on days like this — days in which temptation is that much louder. He could ask that you keep him in this bed all day, to be pulled apart and drenched in your generous love, and you might just do it.

But in reality there are consequences. Shouta shoulders a world of responsibility, none of which he would dream of forgetting. So he trails a rough hand down your back, slipping beneath the hem of your shirt to squeeze your waist. “Put the alarm on. I don’t want to cum like this”.

He breathes a sigh of relief when your grip loosens. Releasing his cock, your hand slides over the thick of his thigh, you croon with a sleepy smile while kneading appreciatively at his glutes. “Want me to finger you instead?”

“I want you to fuck me,” he says.

“So greedy. Would it kill you to say please?” you reply amusedly, biting back a laugh when he regards you with a flat glare. A final kiss is pressed to the valley between his pecs before righting yourself onto your knees. “Okay, okay. Let me grab the lube”.

The mattress dips as you crawl over your side of the bed. Shouta’s eyes fall shut, trying to quell the sensation in the depth of his body, winding tighter with every throb. Without the warmth of your body and the sheets thrown off, the slight chill in the room clings to all the skin you’ve marked, still wet.

Minutes pass. A bottle cap clicks, opens then shuts. He clenches at the sound, gripping the base of his cock. When you return the little bottle is deposited within reach along with a familiar dark pink dildo, and you are warming the lube between your fingers.

He watches quietly as you kneel between his legs, black straps cinched around your hips and thighs. Your free hand wraps around his ankle, grip loose, thumb stroking back and forth. “Are you good on your back, or do you want to be on your stomach?” you ask.

“M’not moving,” he replied thickly, sinking into the pillows with one arm cushioned behind his head and the other on his chest. Long drapes of hair fan out around him. He lay pliant and waiting. You smile fondly at his response, as if it had been expected.

Gentle, you part his thighs. He shifts his hips, feet spreading to accommodate you. You spread him open, tucking a hand into the crook of his knee and pressing it toward him. It never stops feeling vulnerable — showing himself to you like this, and letting you take care of him.

Shouta instinctively tenses when two of your slick fingers graze his hole, steadily circling the rim. You’re hushing him under your breath, soft murmurings of praise as you kiss the inside of his knee.

You always soothe him as if it were the first time. “Relax for me, Shouta. Gotta get you nice and wet first,” your lips move against his skin as you speak, bending forward to kiss along the inside of his thigh and forging a loving path to his cock.

Jaw slacking, you stick out your tongue long and flat, laving a wet stripe over his balls and up his length. He exhales sharply through his nose, the muscles in his abdomen flexing as you take the tip of his cock into your mouth.

It’s warm, and languid. Your cheeks hollow as you take him halfway, pulling up to suck around the head. While suitably distracted, you press a finger into him little by little. Even with limited time, you choose to leisurely ease him into the stretch.

As he relaxes, you slip a second finger in, just as slow as the first. He bears down as you hum around his cock, shuddering at the soft vibration. The movement pulls you deeper, his muscles clenching around you as you fuck yourself in and out of him.

“How’s that feel, handsome?” you murmur into his skin, littering chaste kisses along his pelvis. Words fail him, his hand slipping down his stomach to cradle the back of your head. “Good?”

He rumbles a low sound of frustration, shifting his hips. It feels good — so fucking good, but it’s not quite enough. You sink further then. Your fingers curl up, and you press.

Pleasure quakes through him. “There,” he rasps.

“There?” you tease, indulging him and repeating the motion. He jolts as you rub against his prostate, the sensation devastatingly precise. For now your fingers maintain a forgiving pressure, finding a pace that keeps him on the precipice, spreading wide with each pass to stretch him open.

A tender kiss is pressed to the tip of his cock, your lips spreading over the head. Shouta’s expression pinches, mouth agape to take heaving breaths as he rocks down into your hand. There’s no attempt to match rhythm, just the lethargic movement of his body chasing you.

Heat prickles at his scalp, blooming in his cheeks. You circle that sweet spot and his toes curl, thighs reflexively clamping either side of your head. “Shit, sorry,” he pants, forcing himself to relax. You murmur acquiescence, mouth full, and the sharp pressure in his belly coils dangerously tight.

He taps the back of your skull where his hand rests. It gives you pause, enough that he can regain his bearings, and peer up from between his legs to meet his gaze. Your eyes are glassy and dilated, lashes a little damp, your lips swollen. Your hair is a mess, flat on the side which you slept. He watches your brow lift in question. A warmth unfurls in his chest then, and he affectionately strokes over the crown of your head.

“I’m ready,” he reassured. You pull off his cock and it falls back against his navel with a quiet, wet slap. Slowly, you slide your fingers out of him before repositioning yourself on your knees.

As you reach for the dildo, Shouta frowns. You are still notably clothed. “Take your shirt off”.

The beams of sun are bright enough now that he can see the miniscule particles of dust glittering in the light. You sit back on your feet with an easy smile, a smile only for him, and cross your arms to grab the hem of your shirt. His breath catches. Bare skin is revealed, silhouette outlined in gold.

Your nipples perk up against the now tepid air. The shirt is cast aside, harness already securely fastened over your underwear. You spread your knees, and he can see the damp spot between the straps hugging your inner thighs.

“There. Anything else, my liege?” you tease, fiddling with the buttons above your sex, toy in hand. Your practiced fingers deftly loosen the buckles enough that you can slip the dildo through the o-ring.

Spit pools beneath his tongue, hips twitching at the sight of you slicking your cock up so unashamedly. It’s obscene, the sound of his labored breaths and the slick stroke of your fist reverberating in his ears.

“Mm. Hurry up,” he says, tugging impatiently at his swollen cock. You’re around the same size as he is, just a bit thicker, having worked up through the months to something bigger. Shouta learned quite quickly that he appreciated the stretch.

You scoot up closer to his ass, his legs splayed either side of your hips as you coax him further into your lap. The lube is cool as you drizzle it between your bodies, fingers spreading it around his rim and in. Doting and exasperated, you tell him, “Shoulda’ just let me fingerfuck you, love. I like to take my time with this”.

Palming at his waist, sliding a hand down over his hip behind his thigh, you bend his knee back and watch him twitch. “You could’ve— said no,” he falters, feeling the tip of the strap line up.

You hum, pleased by the hitch in his voice. The steady breaks in his visage. “No. You knew I wouldn’t want to,” and then you’re slowly pressing forward. He inhales sharply through his nose as your cock slides inside the ring of muscle, and wills himself to relax into the slight burn.

Disjointed, rough moans spill from his lips as you fill him. His head tips back when the cradle of your pelvis meets the back of his thighs. The hot tension in his belly aches, your strap pushing the air from his lungs. Shifting to brace yourself over him, you first cup the nape of his neck and lift, brushing the long hair caught from behind his shoulders.

“You really are lazy,” you murmur, dipping to kiss his open mouth. He sighs blissfully, wrapping his arms loosely around your waist and cinching his legs at your hips. Rough fingertips run along the planes of your back, light enough that it tickles and arches you closer against his chest.

You lean your forehead to his and the corner of his lips quirks into a barely there smile, “You’re the only one I get to be this lazy with”.

“Sweet talking me now?” you grin, pressing a soft kiss to his cupid’s bow, then nipping at his bottom lip. As you speak your hips begin to move, and a frisson of pleasure jolts through him. “Keep going. It gets me hot and bothered—!”

You gasp as Shouta’s hands come down harsh against your ass, palming the fat and encouraging you forward, fucking into him deeper. His half lidded eyes flutter, cock trapped between your stomachs and throbbing under the friction.

“Move,” he urged.

So you do, pulling back determinedly. Gripping his hips, you slide your cock out until he’s clenching around the tip, then back in with the languid roll of your hips. Again and again, you fuck the strap into him as if it were second nature, like you knew his body like you knew your own.

“Like that, baby?”

He relishes the intimacy. It permeates the air, cloying in his lungs. In boredom Shouta’s mind often wanders to moments like this; in which he is swaddled by you, swallowed, making a space for yourself inside of him.

You’re impossibly close, lowering onto your forearm where it is placed above his head. He arches into you with a broken moan, jolting at the harsh squeeze at his pec and you drink him in. You pinch his nipple between your thumb and forefinger, lips trailing a path of kisses along the stubbled curve of his jaw.

Then you’re angling your hips, rocking your weight into him. A startling jolt of pleasure has a gravely moan catching in his throat. “Fuck, that’s good,” he breathes.

A breathless laugh, “Yeah? Here?”

You thread your fingers into his hair, and thrust again, hitting his prostate deliberately. His fingers sink into the flesh of your ass as he clings, blunt nails leaving faint crescent moons.

He tempts you into an open mouthed kiss, gliding his tongue against your own to drown out the salacious wet slap of skin. You’re moaning, too. Like you can feel him squeezing around your cock. Muscles contracting, sucking you in.

Your abdomen is rubbing back and forth over his cock, bringing him to the brink. The room seems to fall away. Blissfully floating. There’s not much more tethering him to the world aside from your feverish touch. He’s barely cognisant of his own movements, his hips canting up to meet your growing pace.

That’s what he liked. You knew him by heart, and could play him without his instruction. His strings draw taut, and your steady fingers strum over them with perfect precision.

You fuck into him over and over until his body is coiling, thighs pressed either side of your waist with a vice grip as his toes curl. Desperation bleeds into the kiss. He groans into your mouth and it grows louder as you pull away, connected by a string of saliva that bows and snaps.

“Shit. C’mon Sho, cum for me”.

Reaching an arm between you, you wrap your wet hand around his cock and stroke. A match is struck. A lethargic moan builds in his throat, and you pull it from him like thread from a spool. His spine bows, he feels your breasts pressed against his chest, your weight sinking him into comfortability. Shouta tenses, and then he retracts.

His cock throbs in your grip, spurts of cum spilling over your knuckles. The sharp heat of his orgasm diffuses throughout him in waves, and you carry him through them gently. “There you go,” you murmur, carding your fingers through his hair. A soft kiss is pressed to his forehead, and the scar beneath his eye, and his nose. He scrunches it in return. “You did so good, love”.

Shouta hears himself mumble incoherently, slowly settling back into reality. When he breathes in the air smells like sex, and as the haze fades he becomes all too aware of how clammy his skin feels.

You cup his jaw, rubbing your thumb over his warm cheek. “Feeling okay?” The small crease between your brows smooths out with his nod, and you smile down at him. “How about we—”

A sudden, shrill alarm rings out from amongst the bedsheets and bursts the peaceful bubble encasing the two of you. Irritation immediately flares at the familiar, detestable sound. Patting forcefully around the mattress in search of it, Shouta grunts and selects the snooze button, before throwing the phone toward the end of the bed.

You watch him, amused. “Sorry, baby. What were you saying?”

“I was going to say ‘how about we cuddle until the alarm goes off and then jump in the shower’, but I guess that’s out the window,” you reply, rubbing your finger along the bridge of his nose. Your other hand is still around his length, covered in cum, and you flex it for emphasis. “Guess we should clean up now. You’ve still got an hour before you have to get to class”.

“Can’t,” he deadpans, flopping into the pillows. You snort.

“You broke nearly every bone in your body and still went to teach those kids. Stop lying,” two fingers tap against his face, and he blinks up at you. You grin slyly, “Unless my dick really is that good?”

Shouta breathes an exasperated sigh, tucking a kiss to your hairline. “Okay. Let’s go shower”.

#aizawa x reader #aizawa shouta x reader #bnha x reader #mha x reader #I rly am ass at smut but believe me this is better than whatever I wrote early this morning LMAO

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decarbry · 1 year

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hey,, what’s up friends, I bring you... a literal summary of the Yabureme story up until around war arc events. obviously this is spoilery so if you don’t want to know what happens until the relevant comic pages come out don’t expand the post! this is just for people who don’t mind spoilers. also keep in mind that this is a summary so I kind of just. word-vomited. it’s... weird? short and sweet but not in some places. a literal mess. I put 0 effort into writing good and some sections are more wordy than others because I've thought them through for longer and have them more solidified. also things are subject to CHANGE between this and the actual comic pages so read with a grain of salt. the major events are probably gonna remain the same though. things might get inserted or removed. idk. also it’s LONG I’m so sorry. enj... oy ?? ?

Aizawa has been taken. Midnight and Nezu attempt to comfort Mic; there are no leads, but the faculty have already started working schedules out to help search, which reassures him. Though he is desperate to join the search, Nezu refuses to give his blessings until he knows Mic won’t act rashly. Mic hosts the Sports Fest in an attempt to ground himself and find unity with the students.

Hidden away, Garaki has begun his work on Aizawa. The injuries are bad; though Garaki is an accomplished and varied medical professional, he can’t do what Recovery Girl can, so Aizawa is merely stabilized and the bio-engineering in later dev stages will be relied on to do the heavy lifting. Aizawa suffers 2 days and nights of infusions (one for each new quirk) and barely powers through an intense fever on the last night. The capsule is the final and longest stage to allow the quirks to take hold and the body to heal. All for One is a regular voice in the background during the entire process, though those visits stop after an incident in the capsule in which Erasure activated for a solid ten seconds and strikes everyone in the room before going inert again.

Time passes with no news. Mic is becoming frustrated and less willing to listen to reason. Classes 1-A and 1-B attend their summer camp with Vlad and various other heroes that have substituted since Aizawa’s absence. Bakugou is kidnapped by the League in an attempt to recruit. Though the topic is raised, Shigaraki refuses to do more than tease Bakugou about his missing teacher, as well as use him as a bargaining chip. We still have yet to see him since his abduction. The mission to rescue Bakugou begins.

All Might engages in combat with AFO at Kamino. His weakened form is exposed to the world and he musters up his strength for the last strike. Instead, OFA fails, and all heroes present immediately know why. Edge Shot rushes to interrupt Erasure while Endeavor attempts to reach All Might. Neither get there in time and All Might takes a blow straight through his chest. Endeavor takes over the fight against a wounded AFO and Edge Shot engages in battle with Yabureme. Edge Shot is killed and Endeavor manages to subdue AFO.

Hours after the battle ends, Kurogiri searches for Yabureme, who has not reappeared as he was meant to. He finds Yabureme badly injured and hiding after his fight with Edge Shot and warps him back to where the League has taken up to recover. Shigaraki only knew that AFO had plans for Aizawa, not that Yabureme was to be a gift for him, but Kurogiri informs him of this. Shigaraki is unimpressed considering Yabureme’s wounds after only a single fight, but he’s going through some stuff, so he has license to be a bratty child for a night. Once Kurogiri hears from Garaki, he takes Yabureme to be patched up. Later he’s returned to the League, who as a whole are unsure about what to do next now that AFO is captured.

While everyone else is appalled to hear rumors that the supposed-missing Eraser Head was present at Kamino and had a hand in assisting the villains, Mic suddenly has a new fire lit under him. He breaks away from UA and strikes out on his own, against the pleas of friends such as Midnight. He manages to track the League’s movements after much work and finally sees Yabureme for the first time… but is unable to reach or speak to him as his quirk is erased during their escape.

Class 1-A witnessed Mic depart and, with the help of other pros, manage to convince Mic to let them help in catching Yabureme. He is very resistant to putting them in danger but relents with the alliance of Midnight and Gran Torino. During a previous sighting it was noted that Yabureme’s movements slowed and stiffened the more eyes were open on his body, so a plan is hatched to surround Yabureme with as many enemy quirks as possible in order to stun him.

Yabureme is located. He’s alone, which is odd, but not wanting to miss their chance, the operation is launched. Surrounded by what he believes are hostile enemies, Yabureme opens enough eyes to erase the quirks of every student, stunning himself. A short battle ensues; Kaminari is injured but proves instrumental in the discovery of a weakness in the Nomu: that an electrical current will force all of his eyes to close and subsequentially interrupt Erasure. Mic, Gran Torino, Midnight, and Class 1-A succeed in capturing Yabureme.

Too much of a threat for any normal prison containment, Yabureme is taken to Tartarus. They learn: about the nature of his engineering, that exhaustion has nearly killed him, that unlike every other Nomu contained so far he is not a corpse, and that three quirk factors were combined to create Yabureme. Erasure and Dupli-arms (or related) are confirmed, but the third is still being investigated. Because the third quirk is still unknown, containment is at a risk and a shock collar is placed to help mitigate any attempts at escape. The students are brought in to speak to him after everyone else, including Mic and Midnight, fail to get any response out of Yabureme. Unfortunately, the students are also unable to get through to him. Their failed efforts leave them dejected. Yabureme doesn’t speak a word the entire time he is inside Tartarus.

After a few days, the third quirk is activated by an unknown trigger. Yabureme and AFO escape Tartarus with the help of Kurogiri— the timing of the pieces prove that this was orchestrated from the beginning.

In the wake of the escape, Mic is told in secrecy that Yabureme has not removed the shock collar, probably because of its failsafes. It’s been tracked, and his location is known— a new operation is underway to recapture him. Mic rushes to get there first, finding Yabureme in solitude at an abandoned building, having split ways from the League temporarily to avoid getting them tracked while he tries to find a way to remove the collar himself. Mic and Yabureme have a tender moment, or so Mic thinks… but Yabureme slyly uses Mic’s obvious obsession with him to get the hero to take the collar off. Mic falls for it and Yabureme flees.

Though it seemed to be just manipulation, this kind interaction has left the first shred of uncertainty in Yabureme. He returns to the League and resumes his role in protecting Shigaraki and the others. A long period ensues where the League and the heroes play cat and mouse, Mic returning to society in order to accept help from friends and family rather than trying to go it alone as he had before.

Day after day, Yabureme’s doubts deepen as small things burrow into his mind: things like a song on the radio, a familiar black cat, names that he’s heard before. He can’t shake the face of the hero that spoke to him gently and had something warm in his eyes. He meets Eri, but seems to be merely a moment of warmth in her life before departing. Time passes.

The League grows frustrated with Mic, considering his constant interference as troublesome and annoying. Dabi sets a trap for Mic and attempts to kill him. Without any understanding of why, Yabureme takes the worst of the trap himself. He drags an unconscious Mic away from the inferno before collapsing with horrific burns across the right side of his body. Mic wakes in time to feel Yabureme’s heart stop, and in his anguish accidentally causes it to start again with the impact of Voice against the Nomu’s chest.

Mic manages to smuggle Yabureme to a hiding spot, containing him with the only thing available: simple metal handcuffs. Recovery Girl answers his call to the secluded site warily, unhappy that she is asked to keep such a dangerous secret. She stabilizes Yabureme and begins healing some of the burns, but considering his physical deterioration and exhaustion, can’t do much in one sitting.

When the Nomu wakes, Mic and Yabureme have their first real conversation, speaking mostly about the latter and how he’s feeling, what he’s thinking, and why Dabi, his supposed ally, would harm him so badly. He also points out that Yabureme could get out of the cuffs easily, and yet, for some reason, hasn’t.

On the second day, Recovery Girl returns, but so does a second guest: All Might. He is partially wheelchair-bound, the apparent repercussions of the wounds he took at Kamino. He expresses his unhappiness with this situation: Yabureme needs to be properly contained, not hooked to a chainlink fence with fragile metal handcuffs. Mic wants his blessing but plans to keep Yabureme here at least for a short while, highlighting the fact that he’s behaving more openly now than he ever did while in Tartarus. They notice Yabureme watching them and All Might speaks to the Nomu alone. He and Recovery Girl have agreed to give Mic a few days with Yabureme until his burns have been treated, but that he will be returned to Tartarus after that— and now that the third quirk is known, escape will not be possible a second time. He shares some belief that Mic is right that there is hope for Yabureme and that if anyone deserved a path back to normal, it was Shouta Aizawa. He urges the Nomu to try his hardest to remember anything he can.

In the ensuing days, Mic spends time conversing with Yabureme. Unlike the catatonic state he was in while at Tartarus, Yabureme is nervously conversational, answering questions and asking them on his own. He admits his confusion and doubts to Mic, and Mic learns that the whole reason Yabureme was unresponsive while at Tartarus was because of the lights and the intense head pain they cause, utterly decimating his senses and thoughts. He wasn’t shutting down because of his programming or a need to be disobedient— he simply could not function in those conditions.

The morning of the intake comes. Tsukauchi and numerous officers arrive to take Yabureme into custody. Mic attempts to keep everything smooth, warning Yabureme about their arrival and making sure that there aren’t too many men appearing at once. Yabureme nearly panics anyway at the sight of firearms, but is calmed when Mic holds his hands and gives encouragement. Yabureme is taken into custody without a struggle, though he shuts down when he’s led away from Mic.

Mic apologizes to Tsukauchi for hiding Yabureme, but is forgiven considering the relative ease of the capture. The detective promises to keep Mic with Yabureme as much as possible this time around, since his presence clearly helps. He also acknowledges Mic’s request for accommodating Yabureme’s aversion to the bright lights of the prison, especially with the confidence that it might help with getting information out of the Nomu. Yabureme’s shutdown reverses some when Mic reappears in the police transport to travel with him to Tartarus.

Yabureme and Mic arrive at Tartarus and the Nomu is immediately assaulted by the lights. He’s given relief in the form of a sedative. His wounds are checked over while he’s out: it’s discovered that his right eye took far too much damage from Dabi’s flames and must be removed before the dead material causes an infection, shock, or worse. The majority of the burn scars will be permanent because of the lack of proper immediate care in a supplied burn ward. Aside from a handful of new scars and wear and tear, nothing else is noted.

Yabureme startles awake, finding himself in a Tartarus cell with Mic at his bedside. The lights are dimmed rather than blindingly bright. Mic gives him the rundown of what happened, and proudly tells him that the hardest part, getting to the start line of his recovery, was over. He is questioned for the first time the day after waking, and though he is much more responsive to interrogation compared to his last stint in Tartarus, Yabureme still shies away from answering questions that would cause the League a disadvantage… though he is clearly conflicted.

So begins Yabureme’s long road back to someone he didn’t know he used to be. Mic becomes the only foothold of stability Yabureme has, finding that his physical reassurances such as hugs and hand-holding are intensely grounding. The second time he is questioned, he holds Mic’s encouragement in his mind, and manages to talk shortly about some of the Leagues’ hideouts.

He still has doubts about all of this Shouta Aizawa stuff, but Mic works him through stories of his past gently and at a slow pace. The first bit of information that helps Yabureme see that the possibility exists of a connection between himself and this other person is a story Mic tells about Aizawa feeding cats on the street; Yabureme shyly, but excitedly, admits that he does that a lot too. After this, things begin to come more swiftly. Mic brings him his wedding ring, and Yabureme asks to hold Mic’s as well, and remembers the sensation of them clicking against one another in his hand.

With Mic’s help, and the help of a therapist that meets with him daily, more and more begins to come back. Even memories he reclaims are left blurry and dull, but once the flood gate opens, it doesn’t close, and Yabureme’s progress quickens the harder he works. When his memories begin to focus on Class 1-A, he asks to see them. Plenty is still missing, but he apologizes for the things he did to them, focusing on Kaminari and the wounds inflicted during his first capture. He wants to work for their forgiveness, but doesn’t expect it. Midoriya mentions that he seems a lot more like his old self, which fills Yabureme with a hidden relief and encouragement.

Time passes. Yabureme continues to work hard at getting back to himself, and the image of Shouta Aizawa gets more clear by the day. His old mannerisms begin returning in small amounts: rolling his eyes at stupid things Mic says, muttering about things that annoy him. When he gets a surprise visitor, both Mic and Yabureme are surprised to find Kaminari requesting advice for a hitch in his hero training. As Yabureme converses with Kaminari in an observation room, Mic and Tsukauchi watch, and both are amazed to see the clearest image of Aizawa they’ve seen since before his abduction. Mic takes the opportunity to ask about a road that leads outside of Tartarus and, though Tsukauchi doesn’t shut it down, he admits there are many concerns— specifically regarding hidden triggers that might still exist inside Yabureme’s mind. An idea is floated: bring someone in with a voice-copying quirk, and see what happens when Yabureme is faced with orders from Shigaraki or All for One.

Yabureme (Aizawa? Yabuzawa by this point?) agrees to the experiment, though he is clearly discomforted by the idea, unsure of how he mind be effected. The experiment begins. Yabuzawa is secured heavily just in case, but he is clearly determined, if nervous. The voice-copying quirk speaks in Shigaraki’s voice first, ordering him to turn his head to one side. Yabuzawa doesn’t seem to have a problem disobeying, but when the speaker doubles down and becomes hostile about his refusing to obey an order, Yabuzawa spirals and has a panic attack. All for One’s voice cuts in with an order that is obeyed immediately, and Mic is only able to snap him out of it with a slap to the face. The results are clear: Shigaraki’s orders can be ignored with enough work, but AFO’s orders seem unquestionable. Yabuzawa is frustrated by his own perceived failure in the experiment, understandably upset that despite all of the progress he’s made, they still hold some power over him.

Time passes. Yabuzawa improves with his response to Shigaraki’s voice, though still shaken after being faced with it, can do so without panicking. AFO’s orders seem unbreakable. Mic once again breaks the topic of getting him out of Tartarus, and after some debate, it’s agreed that the UA students and the hero efforts (and Yabuzawa himself) would benefit more with Aizawa back in the world. By this time the unknown of the League and AFO and the PLA have long been poisoning society’s trust in heroes; Erasure can’t be hidden away in a bunker with tensions growing by the day.

Mic is permitted to confine him to their apartment under police guard for increasingly longer periods of time, regular check-ins and evaluations, and lots of rules. Yabuzawa isn’t permitted to be alone with anyone aside from Mic, and when outside of the building must cover his neck, arms, and hands. Finally, the shock collar is back as a last resort. If you read this whole thing you’re a certified #1 Yabureme fan sorry I don’t make the rules

#boku no hero academia #my hero academia #Yabureme Spoilers #Yabureme Aizawa AU #text post #I mostly just wanted to put this out there so people who wanted to dig further into the au could do so #and maybe widen your questions a bit if you felt like it #since there's a LOT more here we haven't touched at all hehe #but a lot of this I want to do in comic form. like the actual comic form I did the first chapter in #but some of it especially filling in the holes would be great for little side content comics #also I just want to put it out there that the canon timeline doesn't work with this au #so I'm making the executive decision to stretch it out a lot more #instead of the war starting at the end of the first school year #it starts way after that #ok? ok #it was already a pain in the ass trying to figure out the nomu dev timeline to fit with what I wanted to do in Kamino #I hate timeline shit HAHA #heck tbh I don't even know if there is still a war arc anymore #AFO has erasure now and it fucks everything up #anyways just pretend that that stuff doesn't matter right now #I'll get to it eventually #just focus on the erasermic. erasermic. erasermic. xoxoxo

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shiraiza · 5 months

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“Persistent Tenacity” - Art from My Hero Ultra Impact

#mha #bnha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #shouta aizawa #katsuki bakugou #shouto todoroki #fumikage tokoyami #ch: ua students #ch: pro heroes #mhui: memories #love shouta and his gay ass pink pants 💞#jk colors are genderless (he’s still gay though)

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xxxemogrrlxxx · 3 months

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i feminized your men what are u gonna do about it?

#myart #art #artists on tumblr #artist #doodle #mha #mha fanart #bnha #mha aizawa #mha all might #mha endeavor #aizawa shouta #endeavor #all might #gender bend #i womaned your man #drawings r kinda ass sorry i havent slept and its 6:40am

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missmetus · 11 days

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#Hizashi has no ass #thankfully Shouta has enough for both of them #erasermic #hizashi yamada #aizawa shouta #mha aizawa #mha present mic #mha eraserhead #digital drawing #fanart #artist on tumblr

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cosmicrhetoric · 2 years

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my fave anime girls when i was in elementary school. you'd think i would've figured out some stuff about myself sooner

#kaori is actually a bit misleading i was a sakaki girl actually and therefore the ultimate kaori girl #but this is a row of three canon wlw so. yeah well done me n jules for picking these three shows to base the next few yrs of our lives on #cardcaptor sakura #tokyo mew mew #azumanga daioh #just found a 12 minute gay ass kaori compilation #tomoyo daidouji #mint aizawa #ok so maybe i dont know kaori's last name what about it

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theetwinkleboy · 3 months

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aizawa literally can't go anywhere without villains hitting on him or trying to abduct him

#the title of this one is 'everyone wants a piece of eraserhead's hot ass'#chisaki kai #aizawa shouta #he's not in this shot but like. EVERYONE is obsessed with him #tt reads bnha

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misslaevna · 1 year

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𝑰'𝒎 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆.

a/n: oh how I'd need this right now- my first ever Aizawa fic! oh how much I love this man character pairing: Aizawa x reader genre: fluff trigger warning: alcohol masterlist and requesting

Your gaze shifted more and more frequently from your dissertation to the clock at the corner of the screen, and your fingers ran through your hair in frustration instead of raising the word count on the dreaded paper.

From the depths of your lungs, a deep sigh arose: as much as you didn’t want to admit, you’re too tired to be productive and can’t continue working effectively.

You put your elbows on your desk in front of your laptop and lowered your head into your palms: you wanted to get so much more done today to stay on schedule!

Your muscles felt stiff, and judging by the loud cracking sound your back made when you decided to stretch your arms out, it was time you actually got up and moved around a little to freshen your blood flow up a little.

As you made your way to the kitchen from your desk, you heard keys dangling and the door opening with a slight creak; Aizawa finally arrived home.

‘Hey’, you said, rubbing your eyes, ‘you’re home early.’

Early - for you at least. It’s rare for Aizawa to be back before midnight, and it’s not unusual when he’s out for the whole night, but now, he was back home at 11 at night.

‘Since Yamada is on duty tonight, Nezu let me off early tonight.’ explained the man while he took off his shoes.

Aizawa made his way straight to you and placed both of his hands on your waist, firmly holding you, as if without his touch, you couldn’t be standing there - which was half the case anyways. From all the sitting and studying, you were beyond exhausted.

‘Meaning, I’m yours tonight.’ he smiled, making eye contact with you before he leaned down to place a kiss on your lips.

You put your hands on his chest, then slowly made your way up to his neck where you wrapped your arms around him and buried your face in the creek of his neck.

You took a deep breath to inhale his scent - oh, you missed him so much.

Aizawa lowered his head, so your face would touch with his - his stubble tickled your face a little, but you wouldn’t change this feeling for anything in the world. His warm skin against yours, the little tingling of his facial hair against your skin, his soft hair slowly falling onto you, his arms firmly holding you close to him, his body unconsciously reassuring you that you are his and his only - the most precious person in his life.

He slowly turned his head to press another kiss on your cheek.

‘So, how’s the dissertation going?’

‘Shota, don’t even mention it.’ you groaned, while you walked into the kitchen with him.

Aizawa chuckled, ‘It cannot be going that bad. Here, let me fix something for you.’

The man opened the kitchen cupboard and took down two glasses alongside with a bottle of whisky.

He dropped a couple of ice cubes into each glass, which landed with an elegant clink at the bottom; after that he filled an appropriate amount of whisky to both of the glasses and handed one to you.

‘Fancy.’, you said smiling, slightly raising your glass while slowly making your way to the living room couch, with Aizawa closely following you.

When he sat down to the couch, instead of letting you sit next to him, he grabbed your arm and slightly pulled you towards himself, guiding you onto his lap.

You chuckled and put one arm around his shoulders leaning on him, while he supported you with his free hand, while he was holding his glass in the other.

‘To us, finally spending time together before midnight.’ you said in a low tone while catching his gaze, making eye contact with him.

‘I’ll toast to that.’, he nodded with a smile, clinking his glass gently to yours.

Aizawa finished his drink just a little before you did; which gave him the perfect opportunity that after his other hand freed up, he was free to caress your soft cheek and play with your hair, while you finally decided to rant in detail about your dissertation.

The back of his hand slowly caressed your cheeks, then his fingers wandered around your arms and your palm, drawing little tracks all over you while soaking all your words in.

These were the moments he appreciated the most with you.

Just the two of you, you being close to him, so close that he can hold you, because he has to hold you; he has to have his hands on you, to feel you next to him, to feel that you’re here with him. He loved seeing passion get the better of you, be it you talking in-depth about your dissertation topic which you actually really loved, or you cursing your paper out of this world. Your passion for knowledge, for wanting to know more, for making an effort to make this world a better place and not giving up - oh how honored he felt that you let him be next to you to accompany, support and love you.

You placed your empty glass down next to Aizawa’s, now wrapping both of your arms around him, leaning your head down on his shoulder and snuggling close to his neck. You took a strand of his hair in between your fingers and subconsciously started playing with it.

While you were busy with Aizawa’s strands, you didn’t even notice how, even though unintentionally, you’re also caressing his nape.

Your soft fingers against Aizawa’s neck sent a slight shiver down him, and his grip around your waist tightened, pulling you deeper into his arms, so close that you were completely pressed against his warm body.

‘I needed this.’ you admitted, snuggling closer to him. His arms around you felt like a warm, protective blanket, shielding you from all your worries and responsibilities: a safe space, just for you. ‘I’ve been a bit stressed lately. I missed you.’

‘I know, baby. I’m here now.’ he whispered, pressing two long, hazy kisses on your cheek, slowly getting closer to your lips.

His lips brushed up against yours, you felt his stubble on your skin above your upper lips.

‘I love you so much.’ whispered Aizawa before he pulled you into a passionate kiss, his hand sliding from your waist to the back of your head, pulling you deeper into his kiss.

Your lips moved along with his, your hand cupping his cheek, not wanting to let him go - not from the kiss. Not ever.

Because when you have Aizawa next to you, you know: there’s no such thing as impossible.

Just like how Aizawa knows that as long as he has you by his side, he will protect you and treasure the sense of home and belonging you provide him with.

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I enjoyed writing this so much - hope you also enjoyed reading this! ♡

I apologize if it's a bit all over the place I'm very sleep deprived

my other mha related writing:

Shigaraki drabble

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