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fr4nk-1e · 1 year

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Aizawa Shouta x Abused!Student!Reader

"save yourself"

warnings: self-harm, mentions of being abused, mentions of parent death, platonic teacher x student, gender neutral reader, if i forgot something please let me know!!

genre: angst, fluff

words: 3,2k

A/N: hii!! this isn't my first fic ever but it's my first fic in english. it's not my native language, so sorry for any errors. i hope you'll like it :33

oh also it's happening after all might's fight with all for one, so around season 3 :))

jahshwhdhehd i'm so nervous while posting this

It was a tiring day for Aizawa. Talking with his studends' parents was more exhausting than he thought it will be, but getting their opinions and them agreeing to move students to the dormitories was necessary and very important to him and U.A. The safety of the students is a top priority, so he tried his best to make this project successful.

The sun was setting when he and Toshinori arrived at Y/N's house. Honestly - it was huge. Not only the building but the whole property. A quiet sigh escaped Toshinori's lips when he looked at big beautiful garden with two marble fountains and massive, three-floored, modern house.

"They must be rich, right?" he said in slight nervous tone, scratching the back of his neck.

"You're suprised?" the tone of Aizawa's tone was tired and hoarse. This man was really exhausted that day. He cleared his throat and continued. "The L/N is a family of politicians with a long tradition. Everyone in their family has been involved in politics in some way since the 19th century. That's pretty serious. They have a lot of influence. Don't you remember how big a scandal it was when journalists found out about Y/N's passing tests for the U.A?"

Toshinori didn't answer. The only sound he made was a nervous gulp before the car stopped and they got out of it. They made their way through long path and walked up to the door.

"Oh." Aizawa raised his hand to ring the doorbell but stopped suddenly. "They are living only with their father. Don't bring this up during the conversation, please." he said then pressed the button and the sound of an elegant doorbell rang out. Before All Might could answer, the door were opened by a tall man dressed in dark pants and white shirt.

"You must be Y/N's teachers." the tone of his voice was a little bit rough. His eyes were wondering from Toshinori to Aizawa like he was judging them. For some reason he seemed pretty annoyed like his work got interrupted or something, but it brought Eraserhead's attention.

"Good evening Mr. L/N. May we come in and talk? This won't take long." Aizawa was the one who was doing all the talking and greeted Y/N's father properly. The man was still looking at them suspiciously but with a wave of his hand invited them in.

"Come inside." he said and they stepped in. "Can I get you something to drink?" he asked not out of politeness, but because he didn't want to come off as an asshole.

"No need to bother. Like I said, this won't take long." Aizawa said as they sat on the couch in the living room. All Might looked around nervously feeling a little bit overwhelmed by the luxury of the house, meanwhile Aizawa's eyes kept following all the man's movements. "There's something weird about him" he thought.

Eraserhead wanted to start speaking about the main topic, but was interupted by Toshinori. "Where's young L/N?" he asked.

The look in the man's eyes changed when his child's name was mentioned. He wasn't afraid of that question, but he really wished it to not be asked. "They are in their room."

"Can you go get them?"

"I don't think that's possible."

"Why?" Aizawa asked and gives him concerned look. "It's quite important."

The man gripped his jaw but didn't show his irritation when he spoke in a soft tone. "They are tired after school and they are taking a nap." each word said slowly.

"Umm..." suddenly they heard a quiet voice. They turned their heads to see Y/N standing in the threshold, wearing a black oversized hoodie and comfy sweatpants. They really looked like they just woke up from a nap, but it made Aizawa even more suspicious. "What's going on...?" they asked confusedly.

"L/N, please join us." All Might said and Y/N slowly walked towards the couch where their father was sitting and sat next to him without even looking at him. They just stared at their fingers and played with them.

"They seem nervous" the thought crossed Aizawa's mind and he brings his eyes back to Y/N father. He looked displeased and kinda angry that his kid appeared. He didn't want the anger to take control over him, but his eyes were saying enough - he's pissed. So pissed. But why? The hero thought he know the answer, but he didn't want to jump to conclusions.

For the whole conversation he was keeping an eye on Y/N. They were looking down almost all the time, playing with their fingers and fidgeting in their seat. "They aren't nervous" he thought, "They are scared". Being quiet was Y/N normal behaviour, but this time it was unusual. They seemed scared enough to be afraid to take a deep breath. Aizawa's attention brought also a bandage around their wrists. It was visible only for a second when they were fidgeting in their seat, but that second was enough. "I need to talk to them".

The talk about the dorms didn't go as smoothly as the heroes wanted. Mr. L/N was very skeptical about the idea, but he didn't want to answer why. His response was always "I have my reasons". It was making Aizawa not only mad, but also even more worried about his student. "What reasons?" he finally asked and gave him a penetrating look, as if he wanted to look directly into his mind or soul. "It's none of yours business." that's how Y/N's father was cutting the heroes off from the sensible answer. Toshinori was about to give up, but Aizawa's firm tone gave him a little bit hope. "It doesn't affect you any harm, Mr. L/N. We just want to make sure that students are safe". Thankfully, Mr. L/N finally agreed.

"Now, I'm sorry, but I think it's time for me to ask you to leave." he said while lifting himself up from his seat. "I don't mean to be rude, I just have a lot work to do."

"I want to talk with Y/N privately before we'll leave, please." Aizawa said which brought the kid's attention and they looked up at him from their fingers.

Y/N's father raised an eyebrow. "And why is that?"

The two men looked at each other intensely. "Just the school stuff. It won't take too long".

"I suppose it can wait until tomorrow then".

Aizawa's gaze became even more penetrating. "I insist".

The man was about to protest again, but he was interupted by his child.

"We can talk in my room" they said in a soft tone. Their father gave them the same warning look he had given them when they appeared in the room. It made Aizawa's blood boil. They walked past their dad and gulped nervously before speaking to their teacher. 'Please, come with me..."

They led him to their room and sighed deeply in relief after closing the door, but their hands were shaking slightly. "I-I'm sorry, Sensei. My father doesn't usually speak to people like that".

But he ignored what they just said. He could tell that they're nervous. Really, really nervous. Scared. Terrified. Anxious. All of the above. Their hands were shaking, they were stuttering and refused to look at him. He took a deep breath and knelt in front of them.

"Y/N, look at me" his tone soften when he said this. They raised their eyes to look at him. He saw tears forming in the corner of their eyes. "It's okay, you're safe with me".

He raised his hand to place it on their shoulder but he regretted it immediately when they flinched slightly and he saw fear in their eyes. Single tear fell down their cheek. Aizawa regretted it even more.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, kid. I should've asked first" he looked at their form and felt really bad for them. Their whole body started to shake slightly. "Listen... I won't hurt you. I just want to talk with you".

They looked into his eyes and held back another tears that filled their eyes then noded.

"If you don't want me to touch you, that's completely okay. But if you'll feel like you need a hug, my arms are open for you". They noded again. Aizawa raised his hand again, this time slowly and carefully, trying not to scare them more. "Is it okay if I place my hand on your shoulder?" he looked into their eyes. They gulped.

"Y-Yes..." they said quietly. Eraser lowered his hand and placed it on their shoulder. He could tell that they were tense. Very tense. He gently rubbed their shoulder trying to comfort them.

"Now, I need you to tell me what's wrong" his voice was soft and quiet. He was almost whispering.

"Noth..."

"Don't say it's nothing. I see something is going on, Y/N. I saw it the whole evening. I'm here to listen and help. All I want is your safety, because you're my student and I care about you. But I can't take care of it if you don't open up. Please, it's important."

"What if I can't open up? What if I can't talk about it?" tears fell down their cheeks. Aizawa felt he was too harsh on them.

"Listen... I suspect what's happening here, in your house" their eyes widen when he said this. Another tears fell down their cheeks.

"Nothing is happening..." they looked down at their fingers again.

"I see how your father treats you. How he looks at you" they raised their eyes at him again. "You can tell me everything. I'll listen and help you go throught this. You're not alone, Y/N. I am here with you".

They couldn't hold back anymore. "Sensei..." They bursted into tears and fell into his arms. He caught them and held them tightly while they were holding onto him, crying softly on his shoulder. He patted their back gently trying to comfort them.

"Shh... It's okay. Let all of your emotions go, that's right... You don't need to hold back. You can cry as much as you want" he kept saying comforting words into their ear. "You're safe with me. I won't let anything happen to you. I will protect you, Y/N".

When they calmed down and pulled out slightly, Aizawa held their shoulders gently and looked into their eyes. "Do you trust me?" he asked. They noded. "Good... Please tell me the truth. Is it true that your father..."

"Beats me?" They interupted him and finished his sentence. "Yes... yes, it is true."

Aizawa gulped loudly. "Can I ask for how long is it going?"

"Since my mom died... He started to drink too much and quickly became aggressive..."

"I understand. I'm sorry for everything you've been through, kid" Aizawa rubbed their shoulders. "The bandages on your arms... Are they because of him?"

They swallowed nervously. "N-No..."

"No?"

"No." They looked down. "He doesn't touch me there."

"Then why do you have bandages on your arms?"

They started shaking again. "I-I-I..." They were unable to put together a correct sentence because they were stuttering too much.

"Hey, it's okay." he kept rubbing their shoulder reassuringly. "You can tell me everything."

"I..." they started crying again. "I self harmed..."

Aizawa didn't want to hear it. He suspected it, but didn't want it to be truth. It was quite shock for him. How could he not notice? They are his student, he sees them almost every day, and still... How could he...? He kept asking that question to himself.

He didn't say anything. He was just starring into their eyes, trying to figure out what should he say not to scare them off. But instead of saying anything, he just pulled them into a big, warm hug.

"I'm sorry..." he holds them close to him. "I'm so sorry, Y/N"

"It's not your fault, Sensei..." they sobbed softly. "I should say sorry"

"No, you don't" he pulled away from them slightly and looked into their eyes again. "You don't owe any apology, kid. You're the one the world should be apologizing to. You deserve the world."

They smiled weakly. "Thank you for everything, Sensei."

"I didn't do anything" he smiled back. "Not yet."

They looked at him questioningly. "Not... yet?"

"You didn't think I will leave it without doing anything, did you? Your father will pay for what he did to you."

"No..." their eyes filled with panic. "Please don't do anything... He will take revange. Not only on you, on me too."

"I will protect you."

"You don't know what he is capable of!" they were close to burst into tears again. "He has contacts… He will destroy me, he will destroy you."

"He won't do anything. I will take care of that."

"Please, Sensei..." they looked him into eyes.

"I can't leave you like this, Y/N" he massaged their shoulder. "I'm a hero and also your teacher. It is my responsibily. Why do you think I became a hero?"

They looked down at their fingers again. The answer wasn't that hard, it just didn't want to pass through their clenched throat.

"To help others." they finally muttered under their nose.

"Yes, you're right. To help others" he patted their head. "Now look at me, please."

They slowly raised their head and looked into his eyes.

"What's your reason to became a hero?" he asked in a gentle tone.

"I-I..." they stuttered. "I also want to help others... I don't want anyone to go through hell like mine... I want to save all the helpless and scared kids like me"

Aizawa smiled softly. "Then... how do you want to save others when you don't want to save yourself?"

Their eyes widen when his words reached their ears. Unknown feeling took over their whole body as they kept starring into his dark eyes. His gaze was penetrating, but also calming. It made them feel something they haven't felt in years. Hope. They were still scared though, but for the first time in their life they feel like they can do something agaist their abusive father. It's a new unknown feeling but at some point made them feel alive again.

"You're right, Sensei..." they whispered then took a deep breath. "I need to be strong. I need to face my fears. Otherwise, I won't be able to become a hero"

"I wouldn't go that far, but..." he patted their head. "That's right. You need to fight with your fears. Otherwise, they will take control over your life and you will never be free. But you want to be free, right?"

They noded slowly. "Yes."

He took his hand off of their head and stood up. "Will you let me take care of it now?"

They were looking at him for a longer moment before nodding. However, their eyes were still filled with uncertainty.

He leaned closer them. "Don't worry, everything will be alright. I won't leave you alone. I will be with you all the time" he said while patting their head, then pulled his phone out of his pocket and called the police.

***

"What's taking them so long?" Y/N's father was starting to get impatient, but then he saw them entering the room. On their faces, there was not a trace of what was happening a minute ago in Y/N's room. "Couldn't it take longer?" he asked sarcastically.

"Please calm down, Mr. L/N" Aizawa said as he walked walked towards the man. "Sit down, please. I forgot about one thing."

"No, no, no, no. We can discuss it another day." he protested and shook his head. "Now, I think I have to ask you to leave."

"I insist." the truth was that Aizawa was playing for time. Yes, he called the police and they should be there around a few minutes, but he wanted to be inside the house when they will enter to arrest the man. He had to be with Y/N.

"Please, leave." The man was even more pissed than before. He did not expect what was about to happen.

The tension that had built up in the room caused Toshinori to speak up. "Eraser, let's just go..." but then the front door suddenly opened and two police officers walked into the house. Aizawa reacted quickly, grabbing Y/N's arm gently to give them a sign that he is with them and he's not going anywhere.

"What the f-" Y/N's father didn't have a chance to finish his sentence when he was pushed on the couch by one of the officers, his wrists got handcuffed.

"You are under arrest on charges of abusing your child. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can be used as evidence against you." the officer said a typical police phrase and grabbed him by his shoulders, lifting him from the couch. He didn't stop himself from being rough with him.

"You can't!" Mr. L/N tried to resist, but was quickly escorted out of the house and put in a police car.

The grip of Aizawa's hand on Y/N shoulder tightened a bit when he spoke to them. "It's all over now". But they didn't even heard him saying those words. Their eyes were still wide open, their hands now shaking uncontrollably. They didn't know how should they feel. Should they feel happy because this nightmare is finally over? Should they feel grief? Or should they feel sad because, after all, it's still their parent? The last one that left...

Y/N hid their face in Aizawa's chest. Overwhalmed by so many different emotions they started crying loudly. Almost screaming. They could't take this anymore. It was too much. Too much trauma. Too many years keeping their emotions inside. Now, they can finally let go.

Aizawa, seeing his student so much in pain, almost broke himself. He hugged them tightly and gently stroked their hair trying to comfort them while they were holding onto him. He saw the police car driving away with Y/N's father, then looked at confused Toshinori and gave him a signal to wait in the car. The blonde man left the house leaving them alone. The black haired hero let Y/N cry into his chest for a little longer before pulling away and kneeling in front of them.

"Y/N, please look at me" he tried to be as gentle as possible, because they were still trembling slightly. They looked up at him. Their eyes red and swollen from crying, tears couldn't stop falling down their cheeks. Aizawa brought his hand closer their face and wiped the tears away gently. Then he placed his hand on the top of their head and rubbed it calmingly. "There, there... You're safe now. It's all over now." He tried his best to comfort them.

"B-But what do I do now?" they asked, still crying. "I feel like the whole world is failing apart..."

"Come here" Aizawa pulled them into another hug, placing his hand on their back and massaging it reassuringly. He tightened his embrance when he felt them melting into his arms. "Shh... It's okay. You don't have to worry about anything. Like I said earlier, I won't leave you alone. I promise."

They held tighter onto him. Their hands were still shaking and tears kept falling down their cheeks. "I-I'm scared..."

"You don't need to be afraid anymore, Y/N. I will protect you and I will help you get better." he was still holding them in his arms when he leaned closer their ear and whispered softly: "I will help you save yourself."

#aizawa shouta #aizawa x y/n #aizawa x reader #aizawa fluff #aizawa x student #aizawa x student reader #aizawa x student!reader #aizawa x you #bnha aizawa #aizawa shōta #my hero academia aizawa #eraserhead

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kairiscorner · 10 months

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hellooo,musta po kayo??. is it ok if you could right one of those Filipino!reader but hobie? if you can,,, thank youu!!

HI ANON, OKAY LANG PO, SANA OKAY LANG PO RIN KAYO /pos :>> MAAAAAAN YES, PLEASE, hobie would be the nightmare of all conservative filo parents frfr YES LET'S DO THIS 🫂🫂🫂

hobie brown x filipino reader

ngl, i think he'd intimidate a lot of your family members into silence if you bring him over to family dinners or get-togethers LMAO. like just seeing this tall boy with a bunch of piercings and unconventional clothing for guys his age would, yes, earn him a lot of stares, but he'd also kind of intimidate those tryhard male cousins you might have (you know the type, the wanna get jowas and emo sadboys ueueue).

despite how hobie looks like, he's actually super friendly to all your relatives, he doesn't judge by how they look, in fact he doesn't judge, he observes and bases his opinions of them from there. he always has something nice to say to your relatives, even if they might have a lot of criticisms to say about him.

that's the other reason you got together with him, actually. even if you have a lot of negative things to say or think about yourself, or internalized bad thoughts about who you are or look like from your family or peers, he always has kinder words that you deserve to hear and will consistently inconsistently (through other words, actions, and gifts) remind you of who you, the amazingly wonderful individual who came into his life, really are all the time.

i think he'd also be a wonderful cook. if you were assigned to take care of cooking for your family, he'd wordlessly just saunter over to you by the kitchen, lean against the door frame of the kitchen like the rizz master that he is, raise his eyebrows, smirk, and ask you, "need any help, mahal ko?"

if you say yes, he'd get right to work, doing what you ask of him in the most unconventional ways possible. he'd chop vegetables and meat so freaking fast man, and in SUCH NEAT SLICES. if he were on rice cooking duty, he'd probably make rice with the kawali in the traditional way because he doesn't believe in rice cookers when he has two functional and capable hands, a kawali, a fire, and you to watch over him. and surprisingly, the rice he makes is FUCKING AMAZING, IT HAS FLAVOR?????? A REALLY GOOD ASS FLAVOR????? LIKE YEAH???????

after dinner, he'd do the cleaning up with you, even if your parents will insist upon him not to do anything because he's a guest.

"pasensya na po, tito at tita, pero hindi po ako naniniwala na porket ako'y isang bisita, i'll be leaving all the work to my beloved. cheers."

he'd be fluent in tagalog or your local dialect, and when he talks to you, he loves switching up his accent from the dialect you speak to speaking in a cockney accent in fluent british english chockful of slang.

OH AND IF YOU HAVE LOUD ASS NEIGHBORS WHO SING KARAOKE EVERY NIGHT, MOFO WOULD GET THE HELL UP, HOOK UP HIS ELECTRIC GUITAR, AND AS MUCH AS YOU TRY TO DISCOURAGE HIM, HE'LL JAM THE FUCK OUT AT THEM TO RETALIATE TOWARDS THEIR LOUD KARAOKE SESSIONS LMAO

he also lives, breathes, and is lato-latoing. like when he caught you playing with the toy, he got interested and made one for himself. it's much louder than the plastic lato-latos being sold, so it makes a lot of racket. he plays it in the spider society HQ when things are too quiet or boring, he just whips it out and brags about how you're the real lato-lato master, not him.

he lato-latos when miguel is chewing out the members of the spider society after a bad mission or someone did something to piss him off. OR EVEN WHEN MIGUEL'S JUST ANNOUNCING SOMETHING OR ISN'T EVEN DOING ANYTHING, AS LONG AS MIGUEL IS THERE, HOBIE WILL LATO-LATO, THAT IS HIS ROUTINE (of inconsistency).

he loves opm rock bands. he listens to eraserheads, itchyworms, AND ASIN. BRO, HE'D COLLECT ASIN CDS AND LISTEN TO THEM WITH YOUUUUUU.

you'd tell him he could just listen to them on spotify or youtube, but he says, "nahhh, i don't believe in spotify or youtube," and just listen to music with you, one earphone in the other's ear as he holds you close :>>>

HE LISTENED TO LIGAYA BY ERASERHEADS, AND WHEN YOU CAME INTO THE ROOM AS HE WAS BLASTING IT, HE TOOK YOU BY THE HAND AND STARTED DANCING TO YOU AND SINGING ALONG TO THE LYRICS <333

he isn't really very big on tradition, but if you wanted, he'd bust out his skills at the acoustic guitar and in a good old fashioned loverboy manner, HARANA YOU TO FALL IN LOVE WITH HIM ALL OVER AGAIN <333

he has tried jollibee before per your request, and he liked it, but he made his own twist on it from food he's scrapped together that jollibee makes, and THUS HE SERVES YOU JOLLHOBIE. it tastes so good man fr, i'm a living witness.

i think the filipino foods he'd like a whole lot would be pork liempo, taho, leche flan, and halo-halo (the different kinds of ingredients in the halo-halo really makes me think of hobie bc of how versatile that dude is). but tbh, he doesn't really claim to have a favorite food, he just loves all the food you have to offer him and make him. YOUR VERSIONS OF LOCAL PINOY FOOD ARE HEAVENSENT TO HIM, HE EATS THEM UP SO QUICKLY AND CRAVES FOR MORE <333

he's super inconsistent, so it's not a surprise he'd call you all kinds of nicknames ;> like earth 42 miles, HE'D CALL YOU NICKNAMES FROM OTHER DIALECTS BC HE THINKS NO SINGULAR NICKNAME IS ENOUGH TO EXPRESS HOW DEAR YOU ARE TO HIM <333

he'd use multiple nicknames in one sentence when talking to you. "mahal, wanna go out tonight, pangga?", "aking sinta, i'd like to some attention right now, beh," "ang sarap ng lahat ng niluluto mo, mahal ko, i can't get enough of it, iniirog ko"

also if you had younger siblings or cousins, HE'D BE THEIR NUMBER ONE FAVE BABYSITTER. he lets them get away with a lot of things, but he never, ever endangers them. he promotes their learning and good behavior, but he doesn't teach them blind obedience.

if your younger siblings or cousins did the mano po to him, he'd appreciate it, but would rather prefer to be casual around them. but if it's in the kid's nature to do mano po, he'd let them do it all the time, he really respects your culture and wants to let you know that he loves it as a part of you, too.

a/n: in short, ginoong hobart brown is a green flag po <333

tags !! @thecoolerdor @k4tsu3 @luvstarrstruck @ii01vq @maxoloqy @pixqlsin

#hobie brown #hobie brown my beloved #hobie brown x reader #hobie brown x filipino reader #hobie brown x you #hobie brown x y/n #atsv imagines #atsv x filipino reader #atsv x reader #atsv x you #atsv x y/n

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imb4tman · 11 months

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letter O- ADULT MALES

𝗢 = 𝗼𝗿𝗮𝗹 (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀: Shota Aizawa/Eraserhead, Takami Keigo/Hawks, Touya Todoroki/Dabi

🖤Shota Aizawa🖤

😴he doesn’t truly have a preference. He’s not a big oral fan himself but if he had to chose he’d say giving because he knows he is good at it.

😴he is kinda of lazy so he won’t always go down on you but when he does it will be GOOD. He doesn’t necessarily eat pussy like it’s his last meal, he’s just so naturally good at it.

😴he makes you ask him for it first, he won’t just do it. He knows how good he is and he won’t just do it whenever. You need to ask, basically beg. It helps if it’s a special occasion like your birthday or a holiday.

😴if it’s not a special occasion, you can try sucking up to him but he’ll see right through your game. He’ll just raise his eyebrows at you like you’re insane.

😴when he’s going down on you, he’ll never tell you himself, but he loves when you grab onto his hair and pull on it. He has a slight praise kink, he doesn’t want you to praise him with your words but with your actions. He loves knowing you feel good because of him. It really inflates his ego.

🤎hawks🤎

🐔PROFESSIONAL muncher. It is his Job. He eats pussy for breakfast, lunch AND dinner. He doesn’t just like to eat pussy, he LOVES it.

🐔 You don’t even have to ask him to go down on you, he WANTS to. He will even beg you sometimes.

🐔you’ll agree at first when he asks you. And it’ll feel damn good. At least for the first one or two orgasms but then he’ll keep going. And keep going. And keeping going. He loves eating you out so even when you’re done, he’s not.

🐔when he eats you out he’ll start off slow. He doesn’t want to dive in too fast, he likes to make a show of it. He’ll take his time before absolutely devouring you.

🐔he eats you out whenever, when you’re horny, when he’s horny, when you need to be cheered up, when he needs to be cheered up.

🐔if you want to suck him off, he’ll let you. If you don’t know, he’ll teach you. He’ll be very gentle and patient with you. He’ll let you take it at your own pace.

💙Dabi💙

🔥Definitely prefers receiving.

🔥he deadass wants you to choke on his dick. Gagging n shit. He will laugh at you if you struggle with sucking him off.

🔥if you know how to suck cock like a pro, perfect. He’ll love that. Make you suck him off all the time.

🔥if you’re not a pro and maybe you don’t even know how, he’ll teach you but he will be nowhere as near as patient as Keigo, unless you need him to be. But if you’re okay with him teaching you rough , then he’ll teach you ROUGH. Gripping and pulling your hair. He will grab your face and shoved you down until you’re grabbing at his thighs begging for you to release.

🔥but if you are someone you doesn’t do well under pressure and needs more patience, he will try his best. It’ll be hard for him. All he wants to do his just push you down on his cock and keep you there. He will definitely try to convince you that letting him face fuck you would make things easier for you but in reality he just wants to be more in control.

🔥giving might not be his favourite thing but he is definitely good at it, not just good but great. Like Hawks, He won’t just dive right in. At first he’ll tease you and make sure you get as needy as possible for him. So that you beg for him.

🔥if you want him to go down on you more, you’ll have to be sneaky about it you can’t just ask him. You’ll have to praise him and inflate his ego so that he’ll want to do it more.

#my hero academia #pov #reader pov #dabi headcanons #mha dabi #hawks #mha hawks #aizawa x you #aizawa smut #aizawa shōta #mha smut #dabi x reader #bnha headcannons

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haikyuuwaifu · 5 months

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Genre: Humor

Warnings: Swearing

MASTERLIST

THE UA ENTRANCE EXAM

“I can’t believe there are that many applicants this year.” Snipe mumbled, as Vlad King nodded, taking a sip of his own coffee. “Nezu refused to raise the acceptance rate, the creature's need for bloodshed is truly unmatched.” UA’s instructors were sprawled around the viewing area, making conversation. Shouta had just finished his first cup of coffee and was steadily working on the second, when the door made a sound. “All I’m saying,” A voice mumbled, “is that this entire exam is rigged for physical quirk users.” Shouta snorted into his coffee, making no move to acknowledge the newcomer. They were right, and each year he’s tried to advocate for a better test, to no avail. “I want to see my students overcome adversity, you know that.” Nezu quipped, giving Y/n a closed lipped smile. “So much for overcoming adversity when the testing system itself is rigged.” The woman scoffed. She was going to say more, but a little girls excited shout, brought her attention to a couch in the corner of the room.

“You’re the kitty hero from TV!” Eri shouted, jumping up and down. Y/n smiled, giving the little girl a friendly salute. “The name’s Y/n kiddo! Nice to meet ya!” She greeted, flicking her tail. “Eri Aizawa!” Eri shouted, launching herself at the woman. Y/n caught her with ease, and held her to her hip. “I think you’re right by the way.” Eri began speaking, reaching up to rub one of Y/n’s ears. “The test is rigged, and daddy complains about it everywhere, but this year he’s been extra grumpy because my big brother’s taking the exam. Hito wants to be a hero so so bad.” Eri sighed, as she continued stroking Y/n’s ears. Mic and Oboro watched the interaction, mouths agape as Y/n took everything in stride. Shouta, finally with the rest of the room, swiveled around, to see his daughter stroking the neko heroes ears. “Eri.” He scolded, moving to stand. Y/n held her hand out, giving the man a placating smile. “It’s alright, I promise.” “Eri, you know better than to touch someone without asking.” Shouta stated, his voice stern. Y/n held her out, and smiled up at the man again. “I promise you, it’s perfectly alright. While I’m sure your daughter has exceptional manners, I have feline features and children tend to forgo their home training in all the excitement.” Shouta gave Y/n a look, contemplating if he was going to say more, before nodding. “Either way, I apologize. I’m Shouta Aizawa, Eri’s father and pro-hero Eraserhead.” Teachers around the room whispered, as they watched the exchange. No matter who it was, Shouta Aizawa didn’t make it his business to introduce himself to anyone. “Pro-Hero Neko, Y/n L/n.” Y/n introduced giving the man a slight salute with her freehand. “Now Eri, why do you think your big brother is gonna struggle?” Y/n asked, taking the empty seat next to Aizawa. Her eyes scanned the testing area, and she could see her gremlin and his little friends. “Toshi has a brainwashing quirk, and UA only ever does robots.” She huffed, scanning the crowd. Behind them, Enji and Touya were having a quiet discussion with Mic and Oboro. “He can scrape by getting rescue points, but if he wants to get into the Hero course, he’s going to have to get a couple of big points.” Shouta mumbled, pressing the red button. Y/n’s ears folding toward her scalp as the loud buzzer went off, notifying the contestants that the exam had begun. “That isn’t fair at all.” Y/n whispered, her eyes flitting across the testing facility. “There’s a lot you can do with a quirk like that.” Eri nodded, snuggling close to the woman as the teachers began watching the exam.

To be continued in Pt.2

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lemonlover1110 · 2 years

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𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟑

𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐆𝐄

Pairing: Shouta Aizawa x f!Reader

Warnings: Smut, Bondage, Oral Sex (m. receiving), Facial

Kinktober Masterlist

“I told you to stay away, take care of the others, and look at what you fucking do.” Aizawa says through gritted teeth, taking every ounce of self-control in him not to yell at you. You roll your eyes and cross your arms. You’re seated across from him, the man stands, looking down at you in disappointment. “So many people were in danger and could’ve been harmed because of you.”

“Oh c’mon Eraserhead, everyone is fine.” You remind him, hoping that this lecture won’t be a long one. The man scoffs as he looks at you. You shut your eyes for a moment as a sigh leaves your lips, and before you know it, you’re confined by his scarf.

It’s tight around your torso, it barely lets you breathe. You can’t get your arms out, and because of his quirk, you can’t use your own to get out. Your eyebrows are furrowed as you look at him. “Let me go.”

“No, you have to listen first.” He responds. He knows that if he lets you go then you’ll just kick him out of your office. One way or another, you’ll get him out. But now that you’re confined, his quirk erasing yours, you can’t kick him out. “You’re such a respected hero. You have such an amazing quirk… It’s really disappointing how you don’t care enough to protect others.”

“You said it, I have an amazing quirk. I protect by fighting.” You tell him and he clicks his tongue.

“I told you to take care of them because me and the other heroes already had a handle on things. Sure, you’re respected but remember you’re still an amateur.” He says, and to you he’s making no sense. How can you be respected and still be considered an amateur? “When an experienced hero tells you to do something, you follow those orders.”

“You’re so overdramatic, Shouta.” You can’t help but roll your eyes, as you squirm under his scarf, wanting to break free. Everything is fine, you have been working as a hero for ages (two years to be exact). You even have your own agency, so you don’t understand what the big deal is. You know how to fight and win, although you can be a bit reckless.

“Aizawa or Eraserhead.” He corrects you. You raise your eyebrow as the man walks over to you.

“Aizawa?” You question, as if you hadn’t just heard him. “You weren’t saying that last week. On the contrary, you were practically begging me to scream Shouta.”

“I’m reprimanding you for your reckless behavior. Don’t try to change the topic.” Aizawa furrows his eyebrow, finally blinking. You look up at him with a smirk, the cloth becomes loose and easy to get out of, but you choose not to move, you can breathe properly, and now that he’s no longer using his quirk, you can fight in any way if needed. “We’re talking about how you could’ve let hundreds of people die.”

“But nothing happened, what’s your point?” You respond. The man grabs a fistful of your hair and tilts your head back so you look up straight at him.

“Your mouth is so irking at times.” He bites his bottom lip, figuring out what to do with you, and your mouth. He gets an idea. One that’ll keep your mouth busy, and happy. He unzips his pants and gets his cock out. “You can do it with no hands, right? Or were you lying last week?”

“Right, I can.” You lick your lips, your eyes glued to his dick. You bring your lips to lick his length before fully wrapping your mouth around it, taking as much as you can get.

You bob your head slowly, starting off slow. He knows this is how you do it, at least it’s how you’ve done it the past two or three times that you’ve been together. You know he likes it, or at least at this very moment you know he does because he’s attempting to lecture you but is failing as he stutters over his words and restarts his sentences.

This wasn’t his smartest idea– You’re not focusing on what he’s trying to and failing to say. You focus on doing a good job– Even without the hands that usually help you out. Your bobs begin to pick up a bit of speed, and the man stops talking for a second to enjoy the feeling of your mouth wrapped around his cock.

He stares at you, watching as you suck him off with no problem, looking so submissive considering you couldn’t run away if you wanted to. Granted, you don’t want to run away. He sighs, relieved. He bites his bottom lip, holding back moans.

You look up at him, and at that moment he remembers that he’s supposed to be lecturing you. But he got a bit too caught up, enjoying the feeling of your mouth and your tongue. He stutters, beginning to speak again, trying to lecture you once again. You’re just so rash– But he can’t focus on that when your mouth feels this good.

He grabs the back of your head and pushes your head so you gag on his cock. This is your punishment for being such a careless hero. For putting so many people in danger. The sound of your gagging makes him happy for no reason.

“Fuck– Fuck-” He moans, watching as a couple of tears leave your eyes. He begins to move his hips, which he finds more fun than just pushing your head on his cock. He hears the sound of his balls smacking against your chin, which he finds delightful yet entertaining. “I like- Fuck- Your mouth better like this.”

He’s completely forgotten about scolding you at this point. Your mouth feels so great, and your face, he can’t even describe it. The tears that fall from your eyes just captivate him. He’s glad he thought of this because now he gets to admire this beauty.

He begins to moan loudly, hinting that his release is near. He begins to thrust his hips faster. He shuts his eyes before taking his cock out of your mouth. His cum lands all over your face. You’re lucky you shut your eyes as you saw him pull his cock out, or otherwise you would’ve gotten his cum in your eyes.

You shut your mouth, and just as you’re about to get your arms out, he activates his quirk again. The restraint becomes as tight as it can be.

“And do keep in mind that I’m only saying this because I care about you.” He begins, as he fixes himself up.

“Can I wipe the cum off my face?”

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bisexual-queenie · 7 months

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Could you please post some Mha Pro Heroes head canons. By pros I mean the current pros.

Of course! Im super happy I got this ask!

(Trigger warning: A very small mention of a cult, but its not explicit)

All of nationality headcannons:

Mic: Half Japanese Half Italian

Edgeshot: Half Japanese Half Thai

Nighteye: Half Japanese Half Vietnamese

Miruko: Half Japanese Half Dominican

Mount Lady: Half Japanese Half Swedish

Present Mic, Edgeshot, and Nighteye are neurodivergent (ADHD, ADD, and Autistic respectively).

The Lurkers have a groupchat that was supposed to be for professional uses only, however it soon became so much more chaotic in a matter of minutes. People think Edgeshot, being the leader and all, created it, but it was actually Kamui (bless his heart by thinking it was gonna be professional). Edgeshot and Mount Lady quickly filled the chat with as much chaos as they could muster in 5 minutes.

Present Mic remembers every pro hero’s birthday, and you bet your ass he throws them the most spectacular birthday party ever (and by spectacular I mean the party fits what that hero is most comfortable with. If the hero in question doesn’t like huge elaborate parties, the party is more quiet and private. If the hero is a known party animal, then the room quickly becomes an elaborate house party)

Edgeshot and Ryukyuu know how to professionally throat sing. (Listen to “Genesis” by Otyken as a reference thats where I got this one lmao)

Some headconnons regarding pronouns and sexuality! (Please note these are no way cannon whatsoever, but rather something my brain think about a lot)

All Might: Cis Male — He/Him (Bi)

Eraserhead: Cis Male — He/Him (Gay)

Present Mic: Genderfluid — He/She/They (Bi)

Midnight: AFAB NB — She/They (Pan)

Ingenium (Tensei): AMAB NB — He/They (Bi)

Nighteye: Trans Man — He/Him (Gay)

Mount Lady: Cis Female — She/Her (Bi)

Kamui Woods: Cis Male — He/Him (Straight but such a wonderful ally. Would definitely hand out water at pride parades)

Edgeshot: AFAB NB — They/Them (Pan)

Best Jeanist: Cis Male — He/Him (Gay) (But like, he still could care less about gender, he identifies as a cis guy but trancends gender at the same time, y’know?)

Gang Orca: AMAB NB —They/Them (Gay) (In his words: “Orcas dont need genders”)

Miruko: Cis Female — She/Her (Lesbian)

Hawks: Cis Male — He/Him (Bi) (Never really put much thought into his identity, but is a huge supporter if everyone else in his usual nonchalant way)

Endeavor: Cis Male — He/Him (Straight) (I wholeheartedly think he doesn’t really understand, and thinks he is trying, but sometimes doesn’t show correctly, you know what I mean?)

Fat Gum: Cis Male —He/Him (Straight Ally all the way! He’s the one parading everyone around at pride event, wearing pride merch and making food for everyone)

Ryukyuu: Trans Female — She/Her (Lesbian)

(Please tell me if I used the correct terminology or not)

Nighteye can play the piano like a pro.

Present Mic loves playing the acoustic guitar. Hes THAT guy at a campfire.

While there is the obvious romatic relationships I adore (Erasermic, Edgejeanist, Nightmight, Kamui x Mount Lady, etc.), there are so many cute scenarios for platonic relationships

Eraserhead and Edgeshot being frenemies but caring for eachother so dearly.

Edgeshot and Ryukyuu BROTP

Gang Orca thinking they are the third wheel for Edgejeanist, but little do they know they consider them to be their “third”.

Lurkers being super close with one another

All Might caring for every pro hero like a mother hen

Nighteye and Midnight having gossip sessions

Miruko and Hawks BROTP #2

Ok, possibly the weirdest one yet: Yoroi Musha (the elderly hero, former number 9 hero) is Edgeshot’s adopted dad. (I saw it in a fic once and fell in love with it).

- The story (in my head) goes that Edgeshot was born and raised in a cult in rural Japan, and then one day when they were like 10 the comune gets raided after a tip was given, and Yoroi Musha led the raid. His eyes fell into a young, malnourished, and terrified Edgeshot and was like “they’re my child now” (This is the super simplified version, and Im super intrested in writing this!)

All Might considers Gran Torino to be his father figure. As a result, Nighteye considered him to be his father in law. Gran Torino wishes he can deny this, but at this point he cannot.

Last but not least! Eri, once she gets comfortable enough, considers every pro hero to be her aunt/uncle/somewhere in between.

Thank you @dragonspiritxx for the wonderful ask! I hope you like this!

Hopefully everyone else will to! I haven’t posted anything MHA related since I graduated high school back in May and started college as well, so Im glad Im back in the groove!

#bnha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #im not tagging everyone who appears #just the ones who appear frequently #edgeshot #kamihara shinya #shinya kamihara #present mic #yamada hizashi #hizashi yamada #sir nighteye #sasaki mirai #mirai sasaki #erasermic #edgejeanist #nightmight #pro heroes

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dark-elf-writes · 1 year

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List of my (most popular) fics because sometimes I write things and I think they’re neat.

Children and the Raising Thereof - started as a 5+1 of Shouta being baffled and slightly alarmed as he watched Izuku make friends, became a series of cute moments with the erasermic fam that may or may not be complete.

Class 1-A Is Typing - chatfic with erasercloudmic trying to teach/raise a collection of incredibly feral children. Includes Izuku who won’t stop biting villains and Hitoshi getting people to brainwash themselves by using the tried and true “Pedo says what?” Method.

Concrete Dust and Found Family - Battle trials have more realistic consequences at least when it comes to letting off a explosion in a contained space. Tenya, Ochako, and Izuku try to come to terms with the aftermath of having a building dropped on their heads.

Incoming call - Oneshot where Izuku is a frequent caller into PYHU Radio, and does what they always do when things get bad. They call in and talk to Mic.

Of Heroics and Healing - mha/hp crossover. At the end of third year Lupin heads to the only person crazy/connected enough to get Harry out of Dumbledore’s reach. That person? Sirius’ distant cousin who just so happens to be a hero in Japan. Hogwarts is not ready for the force of nature that is Shouta Aizawa with someone to protect.

Shouta Aizawa and His Feral Children - Crack. Pure crack. The birth of Biblically Accurate Hawks. Class 1-A is a collection of feral little demons only barely held in like by 16 rules put in place by Shouta.

Take Two (With Feeling This Time) - EraserGum step parents AU. Shouta and Taishiro agreed to put a pause on their relationship a year ago when they found two orphaned kids after a villain attack why needed the stability of a parent who was all in. A year later the kids are settled enough that their parents are willing to try this relationship thing again.

Two Heroes, A Kid, and Seven Death Martyrs - Izuku has a deeper connection with OfA earlier on which means they now have seven ghosts hanging around them and acting like a weird mix of friends, mental roommates, and parents. The ghosts convince them to ask for help before OfA can kill them, which leads Izuku to extra lessons/quirk counseling with Present Mic and Eraserhead.

Who Saves the Savior - mha/hp crossover. Harry is betrayed by magical Britain (generally) and Draco Malfoy (specifically) one too many times and decides to pack up his kid and two of his siblings to head for Japan and the three convenient teaching jobs that happen to be waiting for them. Includes Exhausted and Over It MoD!Harry, Actual Feral Sunshine Teddy, and three dumbasses trying to navigate emotions through mountains of trauma.

Veritas - Izuku gets kidnapped, shown the first bit of basic human decency in their life, and decides that they are going to force the world into becoming a better place through somewhat shady but ultimately altruistic means. LOV redemption.

#the elf writes #mha #bnha #harry potter #hp #fanfic #who saves the savior au #two heroes au #veritas au #take two au #15 rules au #capture weapons and lightning bolts #incoming call au #concrete dust au #class 1-A is typing au #children and the raising thereof

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mirukosbitchywife · 1 year

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i'm gonna say it. i don't think tomura was ever an actual manchild. stick with me here for a minute okay. imaging growing up only really knowing one father figure, and he tells you the world will be yours, but you need to be strong enough and cruel enough to handle the world, and afo makes him use his quirk for whatever he wants and praises tomuras destruction. imagine that man telling you that this one specific man is responsible for all your pain and suffering, if it weren't for this man your father wouldn't have hit you, you wouldn't have been locked out and hurt when your quirk manifested and you wouldn't have killed your family if it weren't for your grandmother choosing him, intentionally leaving out his own involvement. THEN imagine that man telling you yes, here is the key to killing the man that has caused you so much pain, ruined your life completely, i wasn't able to kill him myself but this will. and you break into the highest guarded school in the country full of pro hero's successfully without raising any real red flags, find a place where he will be away from most other students to attack him, all for him not to even BE THERE??? i'd act like that too actually. also like. from how tomura is shown in the next few seasons, i wouldnt have put it past him to have intentionally made plans to keep the students away from the actual fighting, there's no way he didn't know all he had was a bunch of low level thugs, but that didn't matter because he was only there for all night and he and kurogiri could handle themselves. he could have intentionally made it so that the kids would go against the easy fighters, away from the actual fighting, kurogiri could have just as easily warped them into the main plaza with the huge monster and the man with the most dangerous quirk of them all, even with eraserhead there, tomura only ever engaged with them when they interrupted his plans. once again i'd also kinda be pissed at not only the extra people for being So easy to defeat barely putting up an actual fight, but the fact that the students i had intentionally made sure were out of the way are rushing into the action to stop my plans!!! like i feel like it's a reasonable reaction for your first big mission from your super manipulative guy who's dad basically who has promised it would go well and that you'd both have your revenge and put so much time and effort planning everything perfectly because god knows afo wouldnt have cared ab sending kids into action, and as soon as you get there it all falls apart. BECAUSE HE DIDNT EVEN COME. DIDNT EVEN COME TO HIS FUCKING JOB AS A TEACHER??? AND I GET FUCKING SHOT AFTER MY PERFECT PLAN WAS RUINED BECAUSE OF ONE DECISION!!!! HIS REACTION WAS REASONABLE ACTUALLY ID BE WORSE and this is just the first instance he often gets called a man child for!! like!!!!!!

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jazzthatonewriterchick · 11 months

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Here, Kitty, Kitty (18+ Fic)

Pairing: Aizawa x Black!Catgirl!Reader

Synopsis: In which you find yourself in the weirdest predicament after you’re scooped up and taken to a cat cafe after you decide to take the streets to fight some crime, and you’re adopted by your very anti-social and hot coworker Aizawa aka Eraserhead.

Story Warnings: Smutty smut, 18+ (MINORS GET AWAY), Swearing, Adult!Reader, Ear and Tail Stroking, Light Degradation, Spanking, Exhibitionism, Multiple Positions, Creampie, Unprotected PIV Sex, Facial, Scent Play, Collaring, Deepthroat, Cunnlingus, Begging, Edgeplay, Power Play, Rope Play/Shibari, Master Kink, Some Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Some Action

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Writer’s Note: Thank you all so, so, soooo much for the love on this story! I'll be writing some brand new shit soon! Stay safe! -Jazz

Read on AO3 here!

Other Chapters: One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten. Eleven. Twelve. Thirteen. Fourteen. Fifteen. Sixteen. Seventeen. Eighteen. Nineteen. Twenty. Twenty-One. Twenty-Two. Twenty-Three. Twenty-Four. Twenty-Five.

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THIRTEEN.

The first thing that wakes you up is a slew of body aches.

And these aren’t the kind of body aches one gets from sitting too long or going too hard with the cardio the day before. These are excruciating aches that make you moan in pain, feeling like someone is running you over again and again with a monster truck. ‘What the hell?’ you think as sleep begins to clear.

When your eyes slowly open, you squint at the blinding sunlight peeking through the curtains, shining right in your face. Instinctively, you raise your hand to block the blinding sun rays. And then you stop.

For a moment, you stare at your hand for a moment, carefully examining your fingers, painted nails, knuckles, and the fine skin covering them. No paw pads. No claws. No black fur. ‘No,’ you think as your heart plummets. ‘There’s no way…’

When you go to raise your head and stretch your legs out, you are shocked and absolutely horrified to find that your legs aren’t those of a furry feline, but those of a human. To make matters even worse and more of a horror movie for you, you also find yourself trapped underneath the big, buff, fine-haired arm of your co-worker. ‘Oh, shit!’ you think in panic. ‘Shit, shit, shit!’

Aizawa is knocked out and twisted around to face you, his handsome face serene and positively peaceful in his slumber. On the other side lies little Eri in her ice cream cone-printed PJs, her back to you. Aizawa’s shoulder-length hair cascades across the couch cushion in waves of beautiful, black locks, making him look almost like another version of Sleeping Beauty to you. As if it is your duty to kiss him awake.

You don’t have enough time to admire his beauty due to the severity of the situation. You’re in your human form. In your coworker and crush’s dorm. How or why you transformed out of your cat form without you feeling any of it through the night, you have no idea. But all you know is that you need to get the fuck out of here.

Suddenly, Aizawa lets out a tiny moan from beside you. Holding your breath as panic sparks inside of you, you look over at his face and check for any signs of him waking up. You still for a moment, waiting for his eyes to flutter open or for him to begin stirring. Nothing happens. As quickly and as quietly as you possibly can, you hold your breath and slowly, ever so slowly, slip out from underneath his arm. He doesn’t make a sound.

Once you’re out by the grace of God without waking him, you quickly scramble behind the couch. You press yourself against the couch, doing your best to calm your rapid breathing. You have to leave. You have to get out of here. You close your eyes and attempt to activate your quirk, envisioning yourself in your cat form in an effort to jump-start your transformation.

‘C’mon, c’mon!’ you think, digging your nails into the floor. Nothing happens. Your human form stays, your body aching and exhausted.

Your heart hammers against your chest and confusion fog your mind, a fresh anxiety attack taking full effect. How did this happen? How did you not feel anything in the night that signaled your transformation? Usually, you feel those body tingles that cause you to leave during the night, but none of that happened. You slept soundly, and that concerns you greatly.

Maybe you were so deep in your sleep that your form just couldn’t hold on anymore and you slipped out of it without your mind processing it during your slumber. You had exhausted your quirk.

‘Dammit!’ you think, angered at yourself. You thought you were getting better with this. You thought you had mastered your quirk. Perhaps you have, but something about being in Aizawa’s dorm weakened you. Not to mention sleeping next to him–feeling his warm skin against your fur; his hard body shielding your smaller one; his fingers stroking your back and ears as his scent curls around your senses. He relaxes you. He strips you of your defenses.

The sound of a soft groan suddenly silences your thoughts. Your ears perk up high on your head and point behind you in the direction of the sound. It is masculine, deep, and no doubt Aizawa’s. When the sounds of the couch springs fill the air as the sleeping giant rises from his slumber, panic blooms inside of you. You’re doomed. He’s going to find you and then he’ll never talk to you again.

Aizawa lets out a yawn before the sound of his phone ringing permeates the air, the ring set to the theme of “Renai Circulation”. If you weren’t about to shit yourself from getting caught, you’d laugh. Another soft, sleepy moan fills the air, this one coming from Eri.

“Sorry, puddin’,” Aizawa coos from above you. “C’mon, you’ve got an hour left.” You’re not sure what time it is, but if this is around the time Aizawa starts getting ready for work then you need to move fast.

You hear the couch springs bounce again as Aizawa picks Eri up, shushing her sleepy groans of protest. The sound of his feet padding across the hardwood floor make your heart beat faster, anticipating him hearing it and looking behind the couch to see you. Luckily, that doesn’t happen. His footsteps momentarily disappear into Eri’s bedroom. Still crouched behind the couch, your hamstrings begin to burn from being stuck in one place, but you don’t dare move. Not until you’re sure you’re in the clear.

Your gut proves you right when Aizawa’s phone begins to ring again and he reemerges from Eri’s bedroom to grab his phone. The sheer sound of the beloved anime song ends when he answers the call. “Aizawa,” he gruffly says, sounding like he has no time for the BS. “Yeah,” he tells whoever it is on the phone. “I’m ‘bout to get dressed. I’ve got class in an hour. Hold up a second.”

He stands near the couch for a while, not talking anymore. You can only wonder what he’s doing as you crouch behind the couch, hamstrings begging for release and your blood pumping in your ears. You bite your lip hard enough to draw blood, trying to silence your breathing. All the times your quirk could’ve fucked you over, it chooses right now?

“Disarmed,” the robotic voice of a woman says overhead, signaling the disarming of Aizawa’s security alarm. “Yeah, I’m back,” he says into the phone. “Just turnin’ off the alarm.” You could’ve laughed with joy. You hear the footsteps thud across the floorboards as he walks over to the right side of the room, disappearing into his bedroom. His bedroom door creaks shut, muffling his voice.

Slowly, you peek from behind the couch, finding the door completely closed. Quickly, you pop up from behind the couch and race to the window. You push it open, letting the sunlight and early morning spring breeze hit you in the face. Below is only a dumpster and before it lies the cut, green lawn of the UA campus.

“Fuck it,” you growl determinedly. Taking hold of the window, you climb up onto the ledge and crouch there for a moment, listening for the sound of a door opening or footsteps. There is nothing.

Without another moment of hesitation, you leap from the window and drop right into the dumpster below.

Thank God you took off for today.

You’re especially thankful for your smarts when a horrid smell permeates from the trashbags that break your fall. You retch at the aroma of rotten food and whatever the hell else fills your sensitive nose, covering your mouth to avoid vomiting. You don’t have enough time to recover though when you hear Aizawa approach the window. “Da hell?” you hear him mutter questionably to himself.

Quickly, you jump out of the dumpster and crouch beside it. You peek up at him, finding his head poking out of the window. His tired eyes search the perimeter of the dumpster, brushing right passed you crouched in the darkness. “Daddy?” a tiny voice mews from the dorm. He looks behind him before disappearing back into his dorm. “Go back to bed, puddin’,” he tells Eri, his tone soft and loving. “It’s just the trash men.”

As soon as the window shuts, you sigh in relief, releasing the breath you were holding. You rise to your feet, groaning softly at the pain in your legs. You give yourself some time to recover from your humiliating fall before slowly making your way around the building to your dorm, arms wrapped tightly around yourself and feeling paranoid that someone may see you. However, no one does.

You instead opt to use the front doors to the building instead of climbing the tree to your window, using your school ID number to punch into the passcode to open the doors. The lobby is empty and the security guard at the front desk is asleep, his snores permeating the air. You zoom past him, heading for the elevators, and get one with no problem.

When you’re finally on your floor, you make a beeline for your door, take the key from under your welcome mat, and unlock it to your empty and welcoming dorm room. As soon as you’re inside, you slowly walk to your bathroom. You need to get the stench of garbage and shame off of you.

After taking a much-needed hot shower with as much soap as you can squirt into your hand to scrub off the germs and dirt you believe are soaked into your skin and hair from the dumpster, thanking God that once again that you decided to take off today, you wrap yourself in your fluffy robe and take a seat on your toilet where you begin to decompress.

And regret your life’s choices leading up to this moment. You deeply exhale, releasing all of the tension that was held in your body during your escape from Aizawa’s dorm. The realization that things could’ve gotten way differently for you hits you and you feel more and more like shit.

‘Karma’s a bitch,’ your intrusive thoughts hiss at you. ‘You’ve become selfish and now look at you; wallowing in dumpster n’ shit.’

Your head hangs heavy as a headache blooms in your skull from the stress. It’s not even the dumpster part that has you–it’s the fact that you were stuck in Aizawa’s dorm, cut off from any possible escape. If things were different and he had caught you, he probably would’ve never spoken to you again. The idea of it makes a lump form in your throat and your bottom lip wobble. All of this just to get closer to him? How did you ever get so low?

Your self-loathing is interrupted when there is a sudden knock on your door. “Darling!” Nemuri calls through the door. You sigh, running your hands down your face. You really didn’t want any visitors today. Despite yourself, you drag yourself out of the bathroom to answer the door. When you do, Nemuri stands there wearing a purple sundress and a denim jacket paired with some flats, looking like an absolute babe.

“Hey, you,” she greets. “Damn, you look like you’ve been through hell last night.” She smirks at you suggestively. “Shouta have you up late?”

Obviously, she isn’t reading the irked expression on your face or the tight line of your lips. “More like this morning,” you grumble. “And no, it has nothing to do with Shouta. What are you doing here anyhow?”

Nemuri’s smile fades, replaced with a confused scowl. “We planned for breakfast this morning, remember? It was your day off, so you said you had time for a date. Plus, you told me you’d tell me all about your and Shouta’s date last night.”

Realization floods inside of you, taking you back to your agreement yesterday during your lunch break. “Oh, shit!” you gasp, slapping a hand on your forehead. “I’m so sorry, ‘Muri. I totally forgot. I’ve been out all night and things got so crazy this morning.”

Nemuri peers at you, a wrinkle between her brown. “I can see it under those eyes,” she says with a frown. “Sounds to me like the date didn’t go well. Should I go and give that man a piece of my mind?” At the mention of Aizawa, you wince. You really don’t want to talk about this, but you also know Nemuri won’t let it go.

“No, you shouldn’t,” you defeatedly sigh, “because the date never happened.” As expected, Nemuri’s eyes widen in shock. “What?!” she exclaims as she pushes you into your room and slams the door behind her. “What happened?” she demands. At your ashamed expression, her eyes turn serious. “Y/N, please don’t tell me you were out as Night Claw last night,” she groans. “You stood Shouta up just to kick some ass?”

“No!” you scoff, irked at the accusation. “I’d never do that because I’m not a bitch! I made sure I sent him a voicemail before I went out last night. There was a bank robbery, Nemuri. I had to go.”

“No, you didn’t!” she argues, sounding extremely angered at your decision. You don’t even want to imagine how she’d react if she knew where you really were after coming back to the dorms, looking so tired and down in the dumps this morning. “There are plenty of highly equipped pros in this city that are more suitable and prepared for those types of crimes. Leave it to them, Y/N. That isn’t up to you.”

Though she is right, your pride gets the best of you. You can feel a hiss coming on. “So you’re sayin’ I’m neither equipped, suitable, nor prepared for street crimes because I’m not a “real” hero?” you snap. “Just because I didn’t graduate from UA and don’t have a license doesn’t mean I’m any less of a good crime fighter, Nemuri.”

Nemuri’s eyes widen at your words, the sting of hurt beneath them. “I didn’t mean it like that,” she softly sighs. “I’m sorry. I just meant that your job starts with the kids at UA. Not to fight on the streets every night when you don’t have to. Just look at you!”

Her hands move to motion over your body, your robe covering the rest of your bruises. You hug yourself tightly, trying to shield yourself from her caring, worried eyes. “I’m just scared you’re going to let your life pass you by and never take advantage of the opportunities in front of you because of your hobby, Y/N.” She takes your hand in hers, squeezing it. “You deserve a guy like Shouta. I just don’t want you to ruin this for either of you.”

And finally, the lump in your throat becomes too much and you start to cry. As you do, Nemuri immediately comes to your aid and wraps her arms around you, holding you close. “Fuck!” you sob into her shoulder. “I really am ruining this for myself, aren’t I? I’m gonna fuck this up because of this stupid hero shit.”

“It’s not stupid,” Nemuri protests sternly. “You are an amazing hero, Y/N; with or without a license. You don’t need a little piece of paper to prove that you’re worthy of fighting crime and helping others.” Though her words feel good to you, they do nothing to soothe the shitty feeling that is currently enveloping you.

Nemuri pulls away to look at you, her gaze soft but serious. “But if you’re going to do that then Shouta should know the truth about why you didn’t come to your date last night. Or at least an apology. He’ll find out eventually, especially if you start dating him.”

You sigh, wiping your tears away. “You’re right,” you agree defeatedly. “I need to apologize to him.” But after some food and much-needed alcohol to make you feel less like you just stepped knee-deep in shit. “I could really use a mimosa right now,” you groan in need.

Nemuri quirks a smile. “Breakfast date?” She drops her arms from yours and you make your way to your bedroom to get dressed while she waits on your couch.

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After gathering courage from the two mimosas you consumed at breakfast and a pep-talk in your bedroom room mirror, you finally text Aizawa.

It is hours after you left Nemuri to venture back to your dorm where you now sit, typing out a message to Aizawa despite your trembling fingers:

You: Hey…I’m so sorry about last night. Can we maybe meet for lunch? My treat, wherever u want

*Read at 11:55 PM

Ten minutes later, he shoots you a text back, much to your surprise:

Shouta: Sorry I was talking to a student. I’ve got lunch in an hour. Meet at the ramen place

*Read at 12:05 PM

You: U got it!

*Read at 12:07 PM

You let out a sigh of relief as you fall back onto your bed, your phone held close to your chest. You can’t believe your luck! This means now you’ll most certainly have to woman the fuck up and face Aizawa head-on. Nemuri is right: he deserves this much. So after picking out a cute little sundress and applying some lip gloss to at least look decent, making sure you get the ramen place directions right, and ordering yourself a Lyft, you meet Aizawa an hour later for lunch.

The restaurant is very homely and small, but obviously, the place is popular judging by the number of people filling the booths and tables. You stand at the doors to the establishment in your sundress and flats, clutching the strap to your crossbody purse. You begin to slip out your phone to text Aizawa that you’re here, but a whistle on your left stops you.

You turn, finding Aizawa sitting at the booth closest to you near the window. Behind him are framed pictures, most of whom are pro heroes that visited the restaurant over the years. He is nursing a glass of iced water and a paper menu, his eyes set dead on you.

You suddenly feel hot despite the sundress you’re wearing. After taking a deep breath, you walk up to the table and try to appear confident, but when you speak, your voice betrays you. “Hi,” you weakly say before clearing your throat. “Thanks for meeting me on your lunch.”

Aizawa hums in acknowledgment as you sit down across from him. He’s still in his jumpsuit and scarves from work today but still looks hot as fuck. You try to hide your flustered expression behind your menu, hoping glancing over at the choices of lunch specials will help you get your shit together. You don’t have to do it for long though because a tall man with salt and peppered hair and a fluffy beard comes up to your table.

“Ah, welcome!” he says cheerfully as he pours you some iced water. “My name is Tarou. I’m the owner of this place. Shouta, who is this beautiful lady accompanying you on your lunch for the first time?” Aizawa hides his reddened face inside of his scarves, making you soft giggle to yourself at his cuteness. “I’m a friend of Shouta’s, Y/N,” you say to Taroy, shaking his hand. “I work at UA with him.”

“Then you’ve got your work cut out for you,” Tarou jokes with a throaty chuckle. “Nothing like some good ramen to take the load off. So what can I get you two lovebirds?” At Aizawa’s groan of embarrassment, he quickly corrects himself. “Oh, apologies! I mean friends.” He gives you a wink despite Aizawa looking like he wants to die.

Aizawa orders “the usual” which is just regular miso ramen while you go for the mildly spicy miso ramen with extra egg (since you’re planning on paying). After fetching your other drinks (you opt for a passion fruit iced tea while Aizawa sticks with the water), Taoru goes to whip you up your lunch.

For a few minutes that feel like a whole eternity, you and Aizawa sit in extremely uncomfortable and tense silence. You don’t look at each other, instead staring outside or at your hands. Anywhere but into each other’s eyes. You’re burning for him to say something first but you know you’ll have to be the one to break the ice first. After all, you called him here.

So after a sip of water and gathering all of your self-confidence, you speak. “I’m so sorry about last night, Shouta,” you begin, earning his attention. His eyes meet yours, nearly rendering you speechless by their intensity, but you persevere. He deserves this. “I know I’m jumping straight into it here,” you sigh, “but I can’t keep this guilt in. It’s eating me alive! I feel terrible about last night and believe me, I wanted to meet you, but…”

You look down at your hands, folding them on the table to give them something to do. And to come up with a decent lie. Though your conscious is telling you differently, you know you can’t tell him why you didn’t come last night. He’d never speak to you again. Not to mention you’d probably lose your job.

“I got caught up in a call with one of the UA students’ parents who were upset over her behavior and it didn’t end well,” you say after quickly deciding on a lie to consider to be believable.

You go on to explain yourself further, but Aizawa puts up a hand to silence you. “You don’t have to go into details. I don’t even think you can do that as a counselor.”

You quirk a small smile. “I can’t, but I at least wanted to give you context,” you sheepishly reply. “I was dressed and ready to meet you, but after the call lasted for more than ten minutes, I knew I couldn’t. I–”

“Stop,” Aizawa firmly says. You button your lip, your ears flattening slightly at his strong tone. However, his eyes are soft and understanding–all of which you know you don’t deserve. “You have nothing to apologize for. I would’ve been even more upset if you didn’t try to call. Plus, you meeting me out here to talk to me about it helps too.”

Your ears perk up at his words, your tail embarrassingly straight and high due to the utter joy you feel. “So…we’re friends again?” you breathlessly ask.

Aizawa gives you a crooked smile, reminding you of a younger version of himself. “Y/N, we were always friends,” he chuckles. “But this proves to me how good of a person you are. So yes, apology accepted.”

You swear you could leap over the table and kiss him silly. How can a man be this compassionate and forgiving, especially to someone like you? Someone who keeps secrets and sneaks around? What did you to be blessed with him?

Someone clearing your throat makes you both startle, seeing Tarou suddenly standing at the table with two steaming bowls of ramen. “Don’t mind me!” he chirps with a wide, knowing grin. “Just bringing you your meals!”

“Thank you,” you giggle, your stomach grumbling at the scent of the broth. “You have such a cozy little restaurant, Mr. Tarou. So many pictures too.” Your eyes admire the walls behind Aizawa, examining each framed photo of pro heroes standing with the owner. You gasp when your eyes land on the familiar, muscular blonde standing with Tarou, both showing off their biceps. “You met All Might?!” you gasp in shock.

“Please, just call me Tarou,” the owner chuckles, a prideful glint in his eyes. “And yes, I did. I named one of my dishes after him. But even that isn’t my prized possession on these walls.” He moves to the wall and takes one of the pictures down, showing it to you. “This right here is.”

You look down at the photo dated, finding three young men sitting at a table with three bowls of ramen. You recognize one of them as Mic with a big grin on his face while a youthful, black-haired boy sits next to him, looking pissed that he’s in the photo. As soon as you recognize those familiar tired eyes, you coo in adoration. “Is that you?” you squeal endearingly at Aizawa. “Oh, my God, look at you! You’re a fetus!”

Aizawa hides his face behind his hand, blushing with embarrassment. Tarou laughs heartedly, clapping a hand on the pro’s back. “That’s from his UA days. You wouldn’t believe how short he was back then.”

“Tarou!” Aizawa growls, the flush overtaking his cheeks growing profusely. Tarou lets out another bark of laughter before escaping behind the front desk to avoid Aizawa strangling him.

Your finger presses against Mic who still had that tall hair and glasses. “So that’s Mic…and this is…” Your finger trails over to where an unfamiliar boy sits across from Aizawa and Mic, laughing hard with his hand on his stomach. He is a handsome young man with tanned skin, a bandage on his nose, and stark white hair that reminds you of a cloud. You can feel his bright attitude even through the photo, picturing him as a lovely boy whoever it is.

“Who’s this?” you ask curiously. When you turn to Aizawa, he is already staring at the photo and his expression is somewhat somber. “That’s Oboro,” he replies, his voice a tad softer. “He was a friend of mine in UA.”

“Are you still friends now?” you ask, not picking up on his reaction at all. “Is he a pro hero?” Aziawa’s Adam’s apple bobs in his throat as swallows, still staring at the photo longingly. “No,” he faintly answers, albeit rather slowly, as if he’s afraid of saying anything at all. “He, um…he passed. A long time ago.”

Your heart drops at his words. “Oh, Shouta,” you softly gasp, “I’m so, so sorry. I should’ve never said anything.” Your ears droop, ashamed of yourself, but Aizawa shakes his head. “You didn’t know. Not many know except Mic.”

He continues to stare in silence at the photo, his eyes trained on Oboro’s face. You can’t quite identify his blank expression, but you can tell by his reaction that Oboro meant a lot to him. You wonder briefly if Aizawa was different back when he was young. Was he just as vibrant and full of life as this Oboro was? Did Oboro’s death steal all of that away?

In that moment, you don’t care whether or not your relationship with Aizawa reaches something romantic. Though you want something more, you’re also happy just being his friend. More than anything, you just want him happy and you want to be part of that happiness. Unable to leave him like this, you slide your hand across the table and cover his hand with yours.

He never moves it away, but he looks surprised by your action. “Thank you for telling me,” you softly say. “We don’t have to talk about it anymore, okay?” You offer him a comforting smile.

Aizawa smiles back, turning his hand upward so he can lace his fingers with yours. “Okay,” he replies.

And so begins your friendship.

#shouta aizawa #shoutaaa #smutty smut #my fic shit #my works #here kitty kitty #bnha smut #black coded reader #black fanfic writer #black writers #aizawa x black!reader #shouta aizawa x black!reader

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DP x BNHA

Danny (born in bnha verse)+ vigilantism gone a little bit wrong

Danny doesn't think he'll ever regret anything more than he regrets getting involved in hero work today.

Or at all.

Danny was quirkless for most of his life.

He thought he would never get to be a pro-hero. Not that he hadn't tried. He signed up for UA's entrance exams just like the rest of his old classmates.

He didn't get in.

At least not in the hero course.

But then his parents finished their work on their portal, he made one fatal mistake in their lab and...

And he had quirks now. Plural. Way more than he'd ever wished for.

Just.. it just came a little late for the entrance exams. He could try transferring. And he will. He has a good shot when UA's sports festival comes around.

The only issue was practice.

The other kids he'll be competing against will have had a decade of experience with their quirk, and they have some of the best teachers and pros in the country helping them with their quirks now.

So he needs the same. Or at least he needs the closest he can get if he wants to stand a chance in the sports festival. So what better way was there to hone his quirks than by getting practical, lived experience?

He didn't see the harm in doing some minor vigilantism now and then. It wasn't like anyone ever recognized him as Phantom anyway.

His own parents didn't recognize him as Phantom.

He's been at this for months by now. He'd started just by helping the pros in subtle ways. Smaller things at first. An invisible shove to throw this villain off balance. Intangibly sliding a bag of loot out of that villain's hands. An ectoblast when he's sure no one's looking.

And sure, he's slipped up a little bit now and then. Gotten himself in and out of trouble with villains. Almost gotten himself in trouble with plenty of pros.

With Aizawa most of all.

But then, it seemed like Eraserhead's patrol route did come pretty close to the Fenton house.

Danny helped him the most at first.

But then Aizawa started to get this look in his eyes like he knew something about a villain takedown wasn't adding up right.

And then the pro saw him for the first time. Danny was counting his lucky stars he got away scott free.

Aizawa was hunting down a would-be car thief. Danny had turned a corner ahead of the crook, trying to cut him off, and ended up flat on his back after practically getting body slammed by the man. He'd lost his hold on invisibility.

But Danny had never raised the man's suspicions. At least not about vigilante work. He had plenty to say about Danny being out after curfew.

The first day back to class after that night had been nerve wracking anyway though.

But Danny was never accosted in the halls, or called to the principal's office. There were no cops showing up at his house. Nothing. He hadn't been recognized in his everyday, non-glowstick, "quirkless" form.

He'd been mostly successful at keeping quiet for the most part, at least.

And he was reasonably sure Eraserhead didn't know he existed outside of the few times he'd run into the guy in the halls of UA. The man didn't teach any of Danny's classes, personally.

He'd been briefly disappointed by that. Eraserhead was his favorite. There was just something about a quirk like Erasure that appealed to the scrawny, bullied, quirkless kid he used to be.

Mostly. He was mostly sure "Fenton" hadn't gotten the man's attention, or ire. The guy sometimes narrowed a very stern stare in his direction. It was like the man could smell trouble brewing.

Danny kind of thought he was just like that though.

So, Danny was cautious around him. But really, it's not like the guy's a mind reader.

And it's not like Phantom's efforts have made it into the news. He knows he's mentioned in a few blogs. But no one was calling for Phantom's head over illegal quirk usage. So he hadn't gotten any of the wrong kind of attention.

So he was safe.

Sure, it kind of stung his pride that no one knew about him. He did grow up feeling invisible because of his quirk status. So zero recognition didn't.. feel that great.

But it was better this way. He's in the clear this way.

Besides.

If he never got caught, then "no harm no foul," right?

Wrong.

And here he thought UA's resident hobo teacher would end up being his downfall.

Oh so wrong.

Danny may have gotten the timing wrong when he tried to overshadow one of the villains facing off against Kamui Woods.

One sharp crack of a branch to his (the villain's?) chest and in the few minutes it took for him to stir from where he'd been thrown, he'd been cuffed.

And now he's stuck... possessing a villain, being led to a cop car with a shiny pair of quirk cuffs slapped on his wrists.

He.. honestly isn't sure how he's going to get out of this one. For a kid who'd only ever been in trouble for tardiness, this is a pretty impressive leap.

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Aizawa wasn't sure what it was about the Fenton kid that just spelled trouble.

The kid was young. General education. He'd made an attempt at getting into the hero course. But he hadn't been successful. But then, his quirk was new and poorly controlled in the first several weeks of the school year. Based on the odd complaint from his coworkers, Fenton had a tendency to be a little disruptive in his classes at times. Near constant accidental quirk usage that had Yamada joking about putting him in Shouta's class, hero material or not. But all that had died down decently fast.

Aizawa wasn't sure if he was a true late bloomer, or if a quirk he always had just had specific activation requirements that went undiscovered till now.

He really didn't know a whole lot about the Fenton kid. He just knew he was troublesome.

Aizawa prided himself on being able to read people well. And Fenton? He was suspicious. Maybe it was just nerves. He knew he had a way of putting the first years on edge. Fenton definitely fit the bill for that. He would get jittery and avoid eye contact like he was allergic to it anytime he ran across Shouta. And Aizawa would leave it at that if weren't for the sheer panicked guilt that worked it's way across the brat's face whenever he saw Shouta.

But at least the kid wasn't in Aizawa's class. Small mercies. Whatever trouble Fenton was getting himself into could be another teacher's problem for once.

Aizawa's problem, though, was a very different kid. Aizawa had seen him across several nights while he's on patrol. And he would have dragged the kid back to his parents, if the kid weren't so slippery. So Aizawa's taken to keeping an eye out for him.

He can't imagine there's a good reason for a teenager to sneak out so late, so often, in the rough areas of town that Aizawa patrols. He's hesitantly considering gang violence. He's worked underground long enough to be wary.

That kid, is probably in a little more trouble than the usual high school mischief he suspects Fenton for.

At the very least, Aizawa left his description with Detective Tsukauchi. Just in case.

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Kind of following the same idea behind that invisible vigilante au I was playing around with.

Danny and Izuku definitely end up forming some kind of Late Bloomers support group, for quirkless kids who lucked into powers outside of the usual way

#dp x mha #dp x bnha #danny phantom #my hero academia #crossover #bnha #mha #bnha crossover #dp crossover #aizawa shouta #boo tag

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call-me-copycat · 1 year

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Escaping The Night (Part 4)

Welcome! - Introduction and Request rules (important if you want me to write for you, or if you want to know who I am)

▶ Characters: Shinso x Fem Reader + Father/Mentor Aizawa (platonic)

▶ Genre: Angst to Fluff

▶ Summary: Reader is now under Aizawa's care, and Y/N isn't too willing to surrender just yet, fighting back viscously(sarcasm) with angry glares and the silent treatment. Aizawa isn't too sure how he's going to manage this, but he does know one thing: he'll be damned if he doesn't at least try to make life better for you.

▶ Word Count: 5304 (one of my longer ones)

▶ Warnings:

- Pretty slow chapter if you're one for action, reader and Aizawa just go to the store then back to his apartment (sorry!)

- I once again use Japanese terms, but I'll explain it at the end

- Mic isn't told about the whole incident, so he asks Aizawa if he got married and had a kid when he sees Y/N. He is not married in this story.

- Reader has slight PTSD from The Incident (as Aizawa calls it)

- Sorry, Shinso isn't in this chapter either, I have no control when I write, I really didn't mean for it to take this long (sorry, again!)

➜ [Part 1]

➜ [Part 2]

➜ [Part 3]

➤ {This is Part 4}

➜ [Part 5]

➜ [Part 6]

➜ [Part 7]

➜ [Part 8]

➜ [Part 9] Coming Soon!

He'd make things better, something that he was sure of.

The room fell silent, or rather it was always that way, the inner monologue of each other's thoughts slowing down and the deception of talk wore off along side it.

Eraserhead patted his pockets, and upon feeling his keys once again, a small optimistic idea presented itself to the man.

"How about we go to the store?" He suggested.

"Right now?", You questioned, tired and not exactly in the mood for extra travel.

He grunted in approval, then spoke again, "but I'm no good at knowing which things you'd prefer over another, so I'll let you pick out whatever you believe you'll need" he explained.

You raised an eyebrow at how dodgy that sounded to you. The tired pro meant exactly what he said, simply wanting to take you to the store and let you pick out whatever fulfilled your wants and needs (with secret hopes of getting on your good side), but years of living on the streets hardened your way of thinking, learning early on not to trust everyone that came up to you right away. Trust took time, not bribes.

"Anything?"

"Anything. Money's no issue for me, just nothing stupid or over the top." He answered with assurance.

And with that, you found yourself in the local supermarket in the beginning of the night with the sleepy man, the workers greeting both of you enthusiastically "irasshaimase!"*1 with large smiles and gentle waves.

You looked around as you both stepped in, having forgotten what it was like to actually be in a nice supermarket instead of scavenging like an animal. The lights were a bright intrusion into your tired eyes, and there were colorful characters and signs that filled every aisle.

You felt a bit out of place among all the polite and clean customers, but you supposed you weren't alone as Eraserhead didn't look like the typical customer either. In an odd way- that you refused to acknowledge- it was a little comforting.

Well, you were here, so you decided that you'd at least make something of it and get supplies and other things that you'd need. If anything, you deserved a warm bath and meal from the hell that you were constantly put through, but that thought never crossed your mind and the guilt of being given something made you feel like you were being dishonorable.

Eraserhead grabbed a cart and - after putting a basket inside of it*2- quietly trailed behind you as you scanned the brightly lit aisles full of assorted goods all up and down as far as you could see.

You appreciated the moment, never really getting to spend a lot of time in stores before. Because of your limited experience you took in all the colors, bright lights, neat rows of packaging and hushed conversation that customers held in between each other. It was relaxing, and you wanted to spend all night in the store if you could.

If you were being honest with yourself, you did think that the little characters on the packages were sort of cute, though you never admitted that out loud. There was some show or something playing in the background as you could here someone speaking rapidly and with lots of energy. The cashier's check out machines beeped in rhythm, and you discovered a new symphony of life that day.

You wandered wherever your legs led you, and with your mind empty they had no restraint holding them back. Up and down the aisles, you observed every little object, from tofu to mugs, to the long Chinese leeks to the row that was entirely dedicated to many different types of noodles.

However, your inexperience was the reason why Eraserhead had to help you through some small problems that would happen every now and then. Pulling you back before a turning so you didn't run into another shopper, pushing the leaning shelf back when you reached too far for an item on the top shelf, sneaking some snacks in the cart that he noticed you eyeing earlier, and other things similar.

After awhile of scanning the seemingly infinite shelves, you looked towards the cart and realized that you had only really put in some cleaners, a few toiletries, and other minimal objects that were needed (along with some snacks you didn't remember putting in). Otherwise, the cart was mainly empty, you having been too busy taking everything in, along with being overwhelmed with options.

Upon noticing this Eraserhead tried to help you out a bit, the best he could at least. You glared at the man, not needing any pity or babying, but in the end fatigue forced you to give in and you both found a middle point.

You let yourself get measured by a chatty lady who wouldn't stop smiling so Eraserhead had your size when it came to getting clothes, and in turn you got to pick out whatever outfits you wanted. You didn't really develop a certain taste for clothes out on the streets, so you just picked whatever you thought looked nice (Eraserhead had you put back a leather jacket that you were looking at- it just reminded him too much of Mic and he didn't think he could handle that mentally.)

You both struggled to come up with a healthy list of groceries, you never having been grocery shopping (at least not in a long while), and the pro never having had a healthy diet, too used to settling on whatever basics he saw first like bread and rice.

You both somehow made it work because in the end you wound up with what was a good assortment of supplies that you thought seemed like a surplus. Though it just looked like a shopping cart full of foods, clothes and cleaners, you had gotten used to only getting an insignificant number of things, forcing yourself to work with what little you had.

As you both drove back to Eraserhead's place, you couldn't help but think that the man didn't mean anything initially cruel, and doubt in your rough introduction with him started to blossom as you wondered just what was going on in that head of him.

You tried to shake off those thoughts as you recalled the night you got taken into custody. Memory of the panic and fear that seeped into your mind the moment you realized where you were before getting tranqed was unshakable, gripping onto your mind with dark claws, entirely unwavering no matter what you did or how you attempted to rid yourself of it.

Though, now that time had passed from the... Incident (as Eraserhead called it anyway), you found that you couldn't summon the same amount of fury anymore, seeing that it burned out to a lower level of simple bitterness, rings of fire turning to sour edges and thoughts instead of violent acts. You fidgeted in place uncomfortably as you for once couldn't understand your own brain and why your way of thinking was starting to change. Perhaps because you were starting to see this man as more of a person rather than an opponent that you'd see all the time.

You made it back to the apartment complex, and you both grabbed a half of the bags that you had gotten and brought it inside. You weren't particularly giddy over basically successfully being bribed, but you knew that you weren't exactly the nicest nor easiest to work with that night, so you felt obliged to express some way of thanks.

Upon opening the door to bring in the bags, you saw another man already inside, standing in the middle of the living room while looking at a small pamphlet with a confused look on his face as he continuously tilted it while looking at pieces of wood and metal laying on the floor.

The man looked pretty normal to you, though you could tell a lot about his personality by the way he dressed. Long yellow hair was tied loosely into a bun, and glasses with bright orange rims framed his confused expression on his face. He wore regular jeans with a wine colored shirt that was covered by a dark jacket that was left open, which allowed you to notice the small bits of jewelry he wore- a metal gold chain with a blue beaded necklace. You admired that he at least matched the chain and bead necklace with similar bracelets on his wrist, and on the other wrist a shiny silver watch sat.

You figured Eraserhead already knew this man as he simply walked past him into the kitchen, you following apprehensively, eyes never leaving the stranger.

After all bags were put on the kitchen table, Eraserhead went over to the man in the living room, and you followed wanting to know what was going on.

The stranger had his back to you and Eraserhead, and you noticed that he didn't have that pamphlet anymore but now was trying to piece together two pieces of the wood that were once in the floor with the others.

"I thought you said you'd be done, and I quote, 'in a snap'. So, what's the problem?", Eraserhead questioned the man, his arms crossed while he watched him struggle with the wood.

The man answered with his back still turned, "I'm tryin', ok? It's a lot harder than it looks... been ages since I put together a bed. The movers put mine together when I first moved into my place, I'll admit that."

Eraserhead sighed, rubbing at his temple, not wanting to deal with any problems this late into the night.

"Look, I trusted you to put it together before we got back, because in case you didn't know, that bed is for company, and that company doesn't have anywhere to sleep now." Eraserhead answered back to the man. You looked over and noticed that he was staining his voice, as if he was trying to hold back from yelling.

"Company? What kind of company? I thought you were a loner, since when did you go out and make a friend? I thought that wasn't 'your thing'." The stranger playfully jabbed, causing Eraserhead to sigh once again and drag his hand down his face in exasperation.

Eraserhead turned to you before apologizing and explaining.

"Sorry about him, he's a close friend of mine, but he can be a bit airheaded at times. Wish he came with a warning label sometimes." Eraserhead muttered the last part a bit, but it was still loud enough for you to hear.

"Anyways, I called him over to fix you up a bed while we were out getting grocery, but it looks like I'll have to take matters into my own hands for now if you don't want to sleep on the floor "

When Eraserhead finished speaking, the stranger immediately jumped up, as if realizing something.

"Wait! They're here right now?!", He exclaimed, finally turning around. His eyes landed on you as soon as he turned, and he adjusted his glasses as if he didn't know if he was seeing something correctly.

"Umm.. am I seein' this right, Shota? That is a kid."

"I know she's a kid, that's the main reason why I had asked you to put together a bed. A bed... mind you, that isn't for adults... "

"But...- Like what's goin' on?! Did I miss something?! Since when did you have a kid?! Are you married?!" The stranger asked in bewilderment, not comprehending anything that was happening.

Eraserhead sighed the deepest sigh you heard that night, once again rubbing his temple in fatigue and annoyance.

"Look, I'm going to saying this simply. I'll explain everything tomorrow, but for now, I'm tired, you're tired, and she's tired. Everyone's tired. So let's just get this bed made so we can all go to sleep. Okay?"

And with that and a shrug of the man's shoulders (who you later learned was called Yamada, but he said you could call him Mic for short), everyone began to prepare for the night's rest that awaited them beyond the bed.

Speaking of beds, yours didn't get finished that night, only a few parts of the frame being built into place, to which you thought looked sort of like the skeleton of your bed, devoid of any outer materials and vulnerable to the outside world. You needed to stop thinking that way.

So for that night, you put on some of the new pajamas you were bought (hastily muttering out a 'thank you' to Eraserhead- because while you lived in the streets you never lost your manners, in fact you had a particular distaste for people who never used them), brushed your teeth which were in dire need of a cleaning, got cleaned up and off to the couch you went.

The skeleton bed frame was left on the floor of the living room, patiently waiting for tomorrow to come to gain its body. Eraserhead made sure to lock every window and door (making a bit of a scene, he just wanted you to know that he wasn't messing around), and then proceeded to thoroughly lecture you about even thinking about escaping.

Mic (as you learned to call him, but for the most part you just called him the 'loud blonde guy') bid you both a goodbye before heading off to his own apartment with promise of returning the next morning in order to construct the bed, properly this time.

You laid on the couch after Eraserhead went into his own room, and remained still as you stared at the now dark ceiling. It was quiet, something you were quite used to.

(For your assistance in visuals)

In the distance you could hear the soft sounds of the town beginning to awaken for the night, and through the curtains you could see lights on different buildings beginning to flicker on, one after another.

You were always fond of the night, preferring it to the day. You never knew why, maybe it was the beautiful glow of the neon lights, or the way the stars and the moon shined their light on the darker parts that were vacant of light of their own, or maybe it was just a more... peaceful time. You didn't know what it was exactly, but you did know that you loved it.

When you listened carefully you heard cars rushing by, the sounds of air whooshing as they sped up and away, you heard dogs barking every now and then, never knowing what it was at or why, sometimes people's voices as they walked near the building, although they were almost unheard because of how far above the ground you were.

Not only did you hear sounds from the outside, but there was also a small set of sounds that came from the inside as well.

The AC, gently letting out a stream of warm air, the humming of some device somewhere (possibly the fridge), the gentle shuffling that came every now and then from Eraserhead's room whenever he walked around. You were always an observant one, not really having a choice because it saved your life multiple times when you were on your own.

You laid there, eyes wide open and not the least bit tired anymore, enjoying the calm atmosphere of the sounds that played in the background. Because even though your life was upside down, life for everyone else still continued.

Suddenly remembering the bracelet, you brought your left arm up from where it was laying, and held it up and over your face. As you examined the metal (at least the best you could in the dark), you didn't really think it looked like much. Though you knew to stray from thinking that way, as most often the strongest enemies you ran into were the ones that were most overlooked or underestimated.

A thought, a flicker of a thought... What would happen if you tried to use your quirk? You knew most likely it wouldn't work, but nonetheless curiosity pushed you to try anyways. You held your hand and strained, trying your best to summon any energy left inside of you in order to be converted to power.

And nothing came. Odd, even though you knew that was most likely going to happen, the reality of it actually happening in front of you spurred a new type of fear in you. And for the first time in ages, you felt powerless. It was a horrible type of fear, one of vulnerability and having fallen prey to predator.

You breathed in and out, trying your best to calm yourself as you brought your arm down. Deciding that that was enough thinking, you laid on place and just let yourself enjoy the daily harmony of everyday life.

You heard a police siren wail in the distance, cringing to yourself a bit as the memories started to flicker a bit in your mind. A sudden voice startled you,

"Can't get it out of your head?"

You sat up, and next to the arm of the couch, just next to where your head previously laid was Eraserhead, holding that yellow sleeping bag that you had noticed in the car earlier.

You didn't say anything, just turning your back to him and looking out the window of the kitchen at an the lights.

You heard him sigh, along with some shuffling noises, and upon turning around you noticed that he was beginning to sit down next to the couch, his lower half being swallowed by the sleeping bag.

"What're you doing?" You asked, fatigue beginning to make its way to your system, but was kept from interfering with your voice, giving the slight illusion that you were wide awake.

Eraserhead didn't say anything for a second, sitting with his knees loosely near his chest, resting his arms over them in a casual manner. After the pause he answered,

"Can't leave you out here to sleep by yourself", and with that never further elaborated. You didn't have the energy to ask him anything further, so you let him be and you both sat in silence, both looking at the curtain covered window as if you could see right out of it.

"You know, I understand this is all new for you. I understand you'd want someone to talk to. I just want you to know that if you need something, anything, then don't be afraid to come ask me, ok?" Eraserhead suddenly spoke up, breaking the silence with his soft words.

You still didn't answer, but you clenched your jaw as you continued to stare at the window with a hardened glare on your face.

'Not tonight...'

"Y'know... I can't get it out of my head either..." Eraserhead spoke up once again, but this time it was quiet, almost a whisper and trailing off, so much so that it made you think that it wasn't meant for you to hear at first. He had some kind of emotion lacing his voice at that moment, but you couldn't pin down what it was exactly. All you knew was, it was different, different from the normal fatigued monotone that he normally presents the world with. It didn't make any sense to you, and trying to figure it out but coming to a dead end caused you to become frustrated with yourself.

You didn't bother trying anymore and quickly dropped back down to the couch, facing the back of the couch so you didn't have to be face-to-face with the man beside you.

As you laid there, fatigue slowly started to fill your mind. The soft blanket, plush pillow, and warm atmosphere basically made it a luxury compared to your old ways of sleeping. Slightly glad that you weren't laying on cold wood or concrete with a slightly too small blanket that would either leave your legs or arms cold, you allowed yourself to rest for once, although the tension never left your body. Always alert, you refused to let your guard down, because if one unpredicted event lead to this, then you were made more wary of future attacks.

As you began to fall into the abyss of your very consciousness, you were pelted with a sudden barrage of memories that crawled their way up from the pit you pushed them in.

Voices surrounded you once again, all bitterly jesting towards you and your defeat.

Like film rolling out of a roll, memory after memory presented itself to you, all fighting to dominate the top spot and clearest configuration.

The fight for the top grew, and in turn so did your anguish. Completely crowded, as if you were on a shinkansen*3 on rush hour, in Tokyo.

Memory after memory, each filled with its own unique personality and emotion, pushed and pulled on your mind, all clawing and competing for the claim over your mind.

Voices, faces, events.

Colors, sounds, feelings.

Too much. It was too much.

They suffocated you in their unrelenting torture, filling every single spot that existed within the realms of your being.

Random things broke off, creating an indescribable mess of color and sound hurling at speeds incomprehensible towards you without hesitation.

Strawberry milk.

The little bunny plush that had frayed edges.

The train speeding by.

Red scissors.

"Why do I want to forget something that was so important to me?"

Purple eyes... (Where?)

Calculator and it's clicking.

Witch hat.

So many objects, all out of the ordinary struggled to put themselves into the spotlight, without it they risked being forgotten. But they wanted life, even if it meant through you and your mind.

The flashes eventually grew inconceivable, no longer being able to read nor understand anything as they would flash by in such a sudden stroke that it seemed as if they were no longer individual, but rather all one morphed together.

The edges of your sleep began to fade, and you could feel the effects of your rest beginning to lift from your mind, getting further and further away, until, in a sudden move they were swiftly dissolved. Almost as if they never were there to begin with.

Your eyes darted open, and you blinked as you were met with unfamiliar surroundings. That is, until the truth of your reality hit you like a group of bricks dropped from 10 meters above.

You felt as if your mind was swashed with a bucket of cold water, and the bitterness returned and filled the empty spot that the agony of your dream once had before departing.

The dark room of the living room greeted you unenthusiastically, it's dull walls boring into your eyes. You heard light snoring and looked to the opposite end of the couch and spotted Eraserhead in his yellow sleeping bag, resting on the floor opposite of you, next to where your legs were.

For a second, you wondered if he realized that you were uncomfortable with the close proximity and acted accordingly. You pushed the thought away.

You stretched your arms out, and laid back down once again, too tired to do much of anything else. Sleep greeted you again, but possibly as an apology for before you were given a silent, blank rest that was devoid of any color or movement.

The next thing you knew, bright sunlight that was muted by the curtains covering the windows spilt into your eyes, causing slight tears to form and waking you up in the process. This time you remembered where you were. You didn't know if that helped with the pain or not.

You laid on your spot for who knows how long. Simply laying there, you pondered on your current position. Where were you going to be a month from now? Or a year? What about your friends? You weren't close, but you all did have a mutual understanding and formed many types of bonds with each other.

You sighed, everything that the world created and presented to you being too much for your mind to handle. The weight was unbearable, the pain agonizing, and the paranoia frightening.

So you did what you always did when you were overwhelmed.

Nothing.

You laid there, body too awake to go back to sleep, yet you lacked the energy to do anything else. Defeat once again bit at your mind, and as much as you wanted to deny it, you were stuck. So, what now?

You rested with your eyes closed, the large fluffy brown blanket swallowing your body whole, and the pillow gently supporting your head.

However, some sounds from the kitchen drew your attention towards it. Sounds like a pan hitting another and different things being shuffled and poured (although you had to strain to hear it because they were all very gentle and quiet) caused your curiosity to grow, but you never indulged it. The shallowness that had consumed you was stronger than your will to observe and fight, and so you stayed.

That is, until the door to the front opened and in walked that loud blonde man Eraserhead called Mic. As soon as the front door opened he was already loud. Walking loud, talking loud, laughing loud, heck even breathing loud for you.

You didn't bother, simply covering your head with the blanket and turning to face the back of the couch. You hated how much your life had changed. Just about 72 hours ago, you were doing your own thing, enjoying your own life.

You heard the two men silently conversing in the kitchen, and it just proved to agitate you further. Their lives were still basically the same, they still had the options of what they could do, so why should your way of living change in order to cater towards the man who took you in?

A light 'clink' on the coffee table text to you caught your attention once again, and this time since it was much closer you decided to investigate, peeping your head out of the blanket.

You were greeted by a bowl of rice with a single raw egg cracked on top (tamago gohan), a smaller bowl of natto, some pickled vegetables, a pair of chopsticks, and a bottle of tea from the Konbini, all laid out next to where you were sleeping.

(For your viewing pleasure ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)

Curious, you looked around and found that the two men were sitting at the dining table, still conversing lightly.

Fully sitting up, you garnered both of their attention (although it was inevitable), and then blond greeted you with a smile that made it seem as if he knew you his whole life.

"So! Look who's finally up, huh? Have a good sleep?"

He didn't pay any mind to the glare you gave him nor the silent response, still smiling that large dopey smile.

"I told you to leave her be, she's probably still a little tired. Anyways you still need to put that bed together like you promised", Eraserhead's scolding tired voice suddenly started after Mic's.

"Alright, alright. No need to keep breathin' down my neck about it." Mic answered, raising his hands in defeat as he got up from his place at the table to go finish putting together the bed (that you found out was moved to where your future room was).

"The food's for you by the way. I haven't seen you eat anything since you've arrived so don't try to pretend you're not hungry" Eraserhead pointed out with a bluntness in his tone, although compassion accompanied it as well.

You didn't say anything, opting to give another tired glare at the further tired man who sat ever so casually sipping his coffee.

You were given a few choices of clothes to pick out from the assortment that he got you the day before, and upon your refusal to collaborate he ended up picking out what you'd wear for the day.

You were sent to shower and dress for the day, which you did, but in all reluctance. The icy resentment that gripped your heart was at an all-time clash with the fiery rage that resided in your mind, both at a battle for what you would do and you didn't know if they were battling for you, or if they were battling against you.

After you left to go shower and change in the bathroom and with Mic in the bedroom nextdoor, Aizawa had the advantage of having the quiet space all to himself- albeit temporarily.

He sighed upon seeing your breakfast untouched, and grabbed the dishes to store them with hopes that you might eat it later. Truth be told, Aizawa wasn't the best cook, and he had to go to the store early that morning for some sensible groceries and then spend even more time trying to find a breakfast recipe online and work to actually put it together.

It was a lot more effort than he was used to, his solo routine normally just getting up, and maybe grabbing a cup of coffee. He didn't have the best diet or habits, he knew that, but he wasn't going to keep them any longer now that he had someone else's health to look after. Yours.

That day, he planned on taking you around the main areas of his life that he frequented, wanting to get you as comfortable and familiar with your new life as possible. He wanted to do a sensible approach, fearing that just throwing you into a new life and new routine would be difficult on your mental well being, and you didn't need anymore of that.

After you exited the bathroom, clean and clothed in a brand new attire, you immediately made contact with the always ever tired Eraserhead who was waiting patiently for you on the couch. You didn't expect so much social interaction so early, right after you woke up, so you just kind of halted your movements upon his sight.

Nevertheless, he still started his explanation anyways.

"So I understand that you're most likely not in the mood for going anywhere or doing anything today, and I completely understand that" he started.

You sighed, knowing that there was going to be a 'but...' and then they would start talking about everything you didn't want to do or wouldn't like.

"But there's a tight schedule I have to follow, along with the fact that it would most likely help you out greatly if I introduced you to some areas that you'll be running into frequently."

There it was. And really, a day after you got taken into custody? He wasn't going to give you a day to yourself or anything for you to gather your thoughts together or something?

"You don't have to worry about much, though. You'll be sticking to my side the whole time, and you won't be expected to do anything. This is just to help you get a little more familiar with different places and people so you aren't confused in the future." He explained, and looked at you expectantly for any glares or questions.

You ended up surprising him by not having anything snarky to say, simply remaining silent with a hardened glare on your face. Aizawa internally decided that he was going to work that glare off and get you to smile somehow.

And with that, he gathered his keys and you silently trailed after him out of the door. When he had his back turned you looked down at your wrist.

That quirk canceller-tracker bracelet was still there, easily ruining any chance of escape without any real effort.

You scratched at it a bit before following Eraserhead out to his car.

A/N: I'm sorry that the chapters have been sort of slow, I never intended it that way, but I'm currently working on trying to speed things up while having it still make sense and maintain its emotional train of thought. Also I want to work Shinso in soon as well (⁠*⁠´⁠ω⁠｀⁠*⁠)

Notes:

*1 - Irasshaimase is the greeting that workers typically use to greet customers in Japan. Serving the customer the best they can is normally top priority.

*2 - Carts in Japan are different than those in other countries, you have a cart base and put a basket inside. Here's an image:

Neat!

*3 - Shinkansens are the bullet trains you've probably heard of that connect all around Japan. They typically get very crowded, and it's made even worse depending if it's rush hour or if you're in a heavily populated area (such as Tokyo). I love using images to make my point, so here you go:

(I can't breathe just looking at this image)

Well, I hope you enjoyed! I've been really busy lately, but I promise I'm working on this as much as I can! I really like the plot and look forward to writing it more! Thank you, and please have a lovely day!

This is ok for reblogs and other uses by the way as long as you don't claim it's yours (⁠^⁠^⁠)

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