#Shota Aizawa x Student oc

[callsignavalon]

wine and dine?

aizawa x teacher reader (oc-ish) ✨ I give some descriptions of the reader, including hair color, pointed canines and eye color. ✨

tw: reference to sex that already happened, blow jobs, reader is afab, aizawa being a horny guy

You were a young new teacher at UA when Aizawa first noticed you. The bright wave of excitement still beamed in your face; the tortures of being a high school teacher hadn’t hit you yet. With your vibrant lilac hair and sparkling golden eyes, you exuded a contagious enthusiasm that contrasted sharply with Aizawa’s more reserved demeanor.

Assigned to the same department as Aizawa, you were responsible for Class 1-A. By the end of the school year, you had faced more challenges than you ever did as a pro hero. From students nearly dying to being targeted by villains, you endured many late nights and terrifying experiences. It was no surprise that you had become a more exhausted version of yourself. Your lilac hair had faded to a darker purple, and your golden eyes held a dimmer shade, though they never lost their excitement. Dark under-eye bags had become your signature look, along with your bright smile, pointed canines pulling your face together.

Shota had initially been uninterested in making friends with you, especially when he noticed how excited and happy you were. That was many months ago, before he had spent countless sleepless nights working with you. He found himself growing to appreciate the tired attempts at jokes you would make. He realized he had been quick to judge you.

Though almost polar opposites in teaching style, hero work, and demeanor, Aizawa saw the soft moments you shared. Living on campus meant frequent encounters, but the most recent one left him flustered as he prepared for your first date.

You were both adults, and it became very evident to Shota when you had dropped to your knees in front of him. Fuck.

He adjusted his jeans, hands moving to fix the tie around his neck. At first, he wasn’t even sure if dating was necessary, fucking you senseless had been fun enough. But that just wasn’t his style, he wanted to be a gentleman. He wanted to have you drooling over his cock after he took you out on a nice date.

Aizawa was almost sure he wouldn’t be able to make it through the date without wanting to leave and ravage your body all over again. You had been so willing, initiating all the first moves, asking for his permission to have your lips around his cock. As if he would’ve denied such a thing from your pouting, swollen lips in that moment.

Shota would say he was very good at self control, never letting women or anyone interfere with his work. He didn’t believe in distractions, but then one finally came along, bright eyed and begging for him to fuck you, well he lost every ounce of dignity he convinced himself he had. The events leading up to the two of you fucking in his classroom had become a blur.

All he knew is there had been a ton of mindless flirting going on, and you had said he would never be man enough to kiss you, to which he firmly stated he could easily do. Not much longer you were bent over his desk and begging him to stop teasing and fill you with his cum. He huffed out a heavy sigh of air, where had his control gone?

Yeah, you may have been younger, less experienced in teaching and even being a hero compared to the well achieved Eraserhead, but you were not lacking when it came to being a pretty whore for him. No, he was almost positive your pussy was a quirk of its own.

Though a small part of him was fine with just having casual sex, the deeper, more sensible part of him knew asking you on a date was the better option. That very morning he lazily trotted to your classroom, asking you to go out to dinner with him. Your sharp canine teeth sent a chill down his spine as you grinned at him, nodding in acceptance.

He finally finds himself again, clearing his mind. Stop acting like a fucking high schooler, you don’t need to jerk one out before you even meet for the date, he thought as he shrugged his suit jacket on. Your rooms weren’t far from each other and it didn’t take long before you were hearing a soft knock on the other side of your door.

“Shota.”

His name sounded so blissful coming from your lips, and he stuck his hand out, admiring you. “Ready for our date kitty?” He asks, his signature smirk showing up as he called you the nickname he had given you months ago. The man couldn’t stop himself as he took in the black midi dress that adorned your body. He eyed the slit that cut up your thigh, your soft curves prominent in the silky dress.

“More than ready.” You state, following the man out of your room. It wasn’t long before the two of you found yourself at a popular Japanese restaurant, and it was no surprise Shota had a private room reserved for just the two of you. Of course, he always wanted his privacy. Part of you was hoping it wasn’t just because of his introverted style but because he had other plans for the evening.

“I hope this is okay.” He states, pulling your chair out for you. “It’s more than okay Shota, you could have taken me to a mcdonalds and I’d be just as happy..” to ride on your cock again, you think to yourself, but before you continue blabbering you shut yourself up, a blush crawling across your face.

“Not to compare this,” you motion around the beautiful restaurant. “To a fast food place.”

The night continues almost too easily, both of you getting along extremely well. You were thankful for having chemistry with him beyond being coworkers, or the obvious sexual chemistry you had already discovered. Shota was different, he was such a stark contrast to yourself but it seemed to work.

He asked you about your classes, how you felt about your first year of teaching and the crazy challenges everyone had been through. Questions shifted from work, to personal life and soon you two were talking about nothing and everything in between. Hero work, hobbies, his pet cat and your 18 fish who were each named after your favorite pros. You talked about how nice he looked without his hero outfit on or snuggled into a sleeping bag.

You both shared a few drinks, and really just learned more and gained a new perspective on each other. Of course you made a few teasing suggestions about the night you two had shared, but quickly shut up at the mans firm stare.

Eventually you both make your way out of the restaurant, taking your time walking back to the apartments. He kept his warm and around your waist, letting you lean into him as you admired the sounds of the city. For the first time in a while, it had a peaceful feeling over it. No police sirens wailing, people screaming or anyone being in immediate danger.

It was comforting for the moment, knowing you could enjoy being an actual person without the immediate danger hero work caused. You noticed Aizawa seemed to think the same thing, the tenseness in his body not looking so rigid for once.

It didn’t take long for you to get back to the dorms and he was keeping a respectful distance as he walked you to your room, it was clear he wanted to show you he wasn’t just in for the sex, even though you were pretty sure that’s what you both had originally wanted.

“I had an amazing night, Kitty. Maybe we can do this again sometime?”

You grinned up at him, “Of course Sho, I’d like to take you to my favorite bakery for breakfast next Thursday before class.” You hummed, lightly gripping his suit jacket to pull him closer. He chuckled a bit, leaning a hand against your door frame as the other gently held your waist.

“You wanna take me to breakfast?”

“Mhm..” you answer, leaning forward to let your lips brush over his ear. “But right now I’d like to take you to my bed.” You whisper, nipping lightly at his ear. God, he wanted to be respectful. He had really tried, but when his eyes met yours he knew he was done for.

“You’re gonna be the death of me.”

[teenandbeyond]

Shota Aizawa x Fem. Black Reader

I wrote this to flesh out the possible relationship between Aizawa and an OC for my fanfic.

Want more from me? 𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝

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🐱Beauty at the Café🐱 (MHA or My Hero Academia)

Warning(s): Reader is a rich MILF (Kid is in his class), Bold=English

You and Aizawa have frequent meet-ups at a quaint little cat café...it's about time you met his friend Present Mic...

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The first time you ran into each other was purely coincidence.

He heard of this newly opened cat café that was popular, yet somehow quiet and far from packed.

And he liked cats, so why not check it out?

You sponsored the café due to the owners being young, you wanted to support them as a fellow cat lover and owner. They wanted you to try out all their dishes for your opinion.

You noticed him as he sat down at a table next to yours.

"Oh. That you Eraser head?"

He slowly turned his head, recognizing the voice, "Ms. [Last Name]."

You leaned your head on a fist with a pearly white smile, "I'm both surprised and unsurprised to see you here."

"What's that supposed to mean?" he asked dryly.

"You kinda seemed like a cat kind of man, that's all. Funny we ran into each other, though."

"What are you doing here? This isn't usually the area people in your class enjoy."

You chuckle, "Even the rich like cheap when we're modest—But actually, I'm here on business."

"Business. Sounds about right for the richest woman in the world," he turned his attention to a soft-looking Birman.

"Cinnamon."

"What?"

"That's her name. Cinnamon."

"Oh."

Eventually, he would sit at your table with you. And eventually the length of conversation grew.

Once he realized you weren't some snobby rich lady, he was quite a bit more comfortable with you. But he wasn't too surprised, your daughter acted far from spoiled. Had no idea she was a rich kid until he met you and learned you were her mother.

He was glad one of his favorite students had a good parent to match.

And even though he didn't want to admit it, he was really starting to warm up to you.

He wasn't the biggest fan of the business suits, heels, and overall made up look. He wasn't one to care about appearance that much.

But your coiled hair, thick and natural...

He loved the feeling of freeness it gave off, it took away the intimidating classiness that clashed against his...he didn't know.

And he supposed you weren't always dressed to work, sometimes he saw you in casual and steetwear. Baggy clothes, tees with the faces of old rappers, heavy boots and cardigans.

He admittedly liked when you wore comfy clothes better.

But he thought you could pull of anything.

You best accessory to him other than your hair was your smile. Which was saying a lot coming from a guy who wasn't the happy type.

But there was a problem.

Someone was onto him, noticing he was going out more.

Hizashi.

So Aizawa tried to be slick, hide you from him...

But he should've known his friend better than that.

"You don't need to come with me."

"I just wanna see what's so great, that has you coming here every other day! You never go out this much."

"I like cats."

"Sure, cats," the blonde smirked, "You met a woman there didn't you?"

"No."

"You did!" he gasped, "Is she there now?"

"I don't know."

"I want to meet her!"

"That's not necessary."

When Hizashi laid eyes on you, he had to lower his shades, he was in complete disbelief.

"Huh...she's actually very pretty."

Aizawa glared at his friend, "What's that supposed to mean?"

"I just thought it'd be someone sadder-looking, like you. That seemed like it'd be more your type."

Aizawa can only sigh, then you happen to look up mid-bite.

You smile and wave to the familiar pro-hero as he approaches, "Hello, again, Aizawa. How've you been since the last time I saw you?"

He groans, sliding into the booth seat across from you, "Could be better. Got tailed this time."

You lean forward on a fist in intrigue, observing the person accompanying him, "You're a friend of Aizawa's...Present Mic, right?"

"You can call me Hizashi!"

You and Hizashi seemed to get along swimmingly, which made Shota feel both fond and annoyed at the same time.

Then he lost you both when you started speaking in English.

"Nah, there ain't no way!"

"Yeah, that's what he did," Hazashi was cackling like a hyena.

"That villain was tweakin'! What did he think you was finna do? Let him just do that? Crazy!"

Apparently when you were comfortable, your English became more casual. Aizawa thought it was cute.

Then he decided he did enough social interaction for one day.

But just as he and Hizashi went out the exit, he sharply turned to him.

"What?"

"Give me your phone real quick, Shota."

"Why?" he narrowed his eyes in suspicion.

"Just trust me."

"I'm not trusting that smile," but Shota gave it to him anyway.

Hizashi ran back inside and Aizawa impatiently waited until the blonde came out with a goofy grin, handing him his phone back.

"Why are you smiling like that?"

"You can thank me later. And look, you already got a text!"

Aizawa looked down at his phone. Your name was on the screen and lo and behold, there was a single text.

'I had fun! It was nice to see you again Eraserhead o(^▽^)o'

"Whoa! Is that a smile I see?"

The minuscule smile was gone, "No."

"It waaas!" he gently elbowed his lonely looking friend.

"It wasn't.

"You think she's cuuute," he poked Shota's side.

"...Whatever."

"You didn't deny it! Who would've thought you could pull?

"Shut up, idiot.

'coffee's on me next time if youre up for it.'

[princesssukuna]

ᰔ 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕞𝕖 𝕙𝕠𝕨 ᰔ

MINOR DNI! 18+ ONLY Pairing: Aizawa x f! Reader

Word Count: 2.5k+ CW: Spanking, Biting, Making up, Sexual Tension, Angry make out, Smut with feelings, light BDSM, some breeding. Summary: What's better than talking out your feelings with your ex-boyfriend Aizawa when you can just show him how much you missed him? A/N: I was so into this that I started to write a fanfic of reunited lovers. Making reader an OC. Will upload soon here! :) (Also it's on my ao3/wattpad account already)

You set down your empty cup on the table as you lolled back your head and  closed your eyes. You haven’t slept since the night one of your top students was kidnapped and the press conference was adding more stress on you. It annoyed you even more than ever. Wanting to just hide from them and find him yourself. You slightly hear your name, but decide to ignore it. 

“HELLO! ANYONE IN THERE?!” You open your eyes and see Nemuri, the Rated X Pro-Herp Midnight, waving her hand over your face. You growled as you sat back straight trying to regain your thoughts again. You had completely lost yourself in the drink that you’ve just ordered, forgetting that you were at the bar. 

“Don’t beat yourself up my cutie! That kid will be back before you know it!” You gave her a small smile and your turn around seeing your other two colleagues that had joined the both of you. 

Toshinori, the Symbol of Hope, All Might in his human form. To his side was Shota, the Eraser hero, EraserHead. Both of them were right across from both of you, seemed to be in their own world talking about who knows what. You haven’t seen Shota all cleaned up since the days you both were students at U.A. You couldn’t help it but you kept your eyes on him a bit longer than you should have, because the second you realized you were staring too long you both made eye contact.  Warmth spreads quickly all over your face. You quickly turn to Nemuri trying to brush it off but at your surprise you see the woman beaming with a smile at you. Well shit.

“Not a word.” you grinned your teeth as you started to get up from your seat with your empty cup. Seeking for it to be refilled. She grabs your wrist to stop you, “Come on, you can’t drink away this pain. You need to find another healthier way to release that anger you have.” she gives you a sly smile as she looks towards the man. 

“Ugh Nemuri, I’m fine.” you shake her off from you, as you make your way to the bartender for your refill. You were looking down, busy brushing down your black sheath dress until you bumped into the wall. You looked up and noticed it was actually Shota looking down on you with his stern look as always. You stared back at him angrily, but deep inside of you the butterflies were going crazy in your stomach. The height difference between the both of you always gave it an extra kick. Unsure what was making you feel so warm all of a sudden. The alcohol or the way his dark eyes were preying on you. 

“That’s enough.” he says in his deep voice as he brings up your hand with the cup and takes it away from you, keeping his hand on your wrist. You inspect the way his whole hand covers your whole wrist, and your imagination starts to quickly flow of where else you would like the hand to be next. It wasn’t the first time you had these sexual thoughts of him. You’ve been tempted for a while to feel his lips against your skin once more. You quickly shake your head and take a step back from him.

“I don’t need your pity Aizawa. I know what I am doing and I don’t need you breathing down my neck as if I’m a child.” You bite the inside of your cheek trying to stop the tears from forming. Ugh maybe it is time to stop drinking.

“No matter how prepared we were, we couldn’t have prevented this.”

“You liar!” you shouted at him as others from the bar turned around to see what was happening. “If you hadn't interfered, they could have taken me instead, but no. You made me stay put!” 

You clench your fist as you keep looking up towards Shota. He doesn’t remove his eyes from you, and neither do you.

“Come on, I think it’s time to go home.” Toshinori tries to gently pull you away from him. 

“You’re such a brat. I honestly still don’t understand why you even came back to work at UA despite your previous reputation you had -” you didn’t let him finish that sentence as the palm of your hand slapped him across the face. You were full of emotions, but the one that was taking over your broken heart was betrayal. Betrayed from the person who was meant to have your back since day one. Your first friend, classmate, and first love. You grabbed your purse from your chair and walked out of the bar leaving behind Toshinori and Nemuri with their jaws on their floor. 

“Aizawa” Toshinori whispers angrily. He knew he had taken it too far and deserved that slap from you. All he wanted to do was to protect you, but instead he kept hurting you. Shota sighs as he relaxes his shoulders and grabs his coat that was on his chair. He puts it on as he brushes the strain of hair that felt out from the slap behind his ear. He walks out of the bar attempting to catch up to you.

“I swear if those two don’t fix the sexual tension between them, we will all remain miserable.” Nemuri’s comment made Toshinori fluster and scolded her to not talk about the both of you like that, as she laughed at him.

You were walking down the street in the dark back to your house. You were covering your arms with your hands from the cold. You look up the empty street. For once it was quiet. No cars, no people, just your heels echoing. It felt relaxing just seeing the street light guiding you through the street. The wind picked up, making you start to shiver. Suddenly you felt a coat laying on your shoulders. You turn to your side and see Shota looking straight forward, avoiding your gaze contact. You grasp on to the coat and look down. You both continue to walk in silence. You turn the corner and you arrive at your house. You take out your keys to unlock the front door, but you leave the key hanging on the lock.

“You can leave me alone. I don’t need you as a babysitter, Aizawa.” 

“I didn’t come to apologize.” 

Your heart dropped to the bottom of your stomach and you felt a knot developing in your throat. 

You turn around meeting his familiar dark look. You examine his eyes starting to get red from the sleepless nights he has had. His hair bun slowly falling apart. Everything about him was slowly coming apart, except for his scent. His cologne is starting to fill your nostrils, making your heart race. You just couldn’t get enough. You both were a mess and you just wanted it to be messier. 

“Then why are you even here? Why did you follow me? To keep belittling me? To remind me I will never be good enough!?”

“This whole situation is not even about you. Get a grip on yourself!”

“But my feelings are still valid! Ever since I came back all you ever done is brush me off like nothing ever happened between us.” 

Shota’s face softens and for the first time since you have arrived. You see the same person that you fell in love with years ago. He brings your hand to your cheek and wipes away a tear that you didn’t notice that escaped. 

“You think it was easy for me to see you on campus for the first time after many years without any contact from you? You think it’s easy for me to see you everyday smiling and laughing, knowing I am not the person who is behind it?! One day you’re calling me Shota and the next day you're just referring to me as Aizawa and it fucking hurts me.” Your back is touching the door and there is no space between you and Shota as he moves his head down to be at eye level with you. His hand was next to your face almost caging you in. Your chest is rising up and down against his. 

“I hate you.” You said clenching your teeth.

“And I hate you too.” 

He clashes his lips with yours with hunger and you return it back. It wasn’t the first time you have kissed him, but it was the first time you wanted to savor him. Your tongues meet as one of his hands starts to wrap around your waist. A soft moan escapes from your mouth and his other hand takes the keys from you to unlock the front door. You both entered the house kicking your shoes off while still tasting each other. You grab onto his tie guiding him down the hall to your room as he unzips your dress from the back.

Once you arrived in your room, you gave a small whine as you felt his lips disappear. You look  up to him and his pupils are enlarged. Full of hunger and lust. You take a step back and you slowly remove your dress, while his eyes are watching it fall to the floor. Leaving you with just your panties on. Your breasts are exposed, flashing your hard, much needed attention nipples.He slowly examines your body, making a mental note of all the parts he wants to kiss, taste, and mark. The way the moon light was shining on your body made you look more beautiful than any other goddess in history. 

He takes a step forward removing all the space between the both of you. He tilts your chin up with his finger, looking deep into your lustful eyes.

“Don’t ever leave me again.” he says in a husky voice.

“Only if you show it to me.” 

Your lips meet again. Shota’s hands wander from your waist, making their way down to your ass. He slaps it, making you break the kiss and lolling your head back, exposing your neck. He starts licking your neck and biting it softly. He lifts you up, wrapping your legs around his waist, grinding into his dent. He groans at your movement as he carries you towards your bed, dropping you softly in the middle of it. 

You give him a passionate kiss while your hands go to unbuckle his belt. Shota grabs both your hands with one hand and pins them above your head. 

“You told me to show you, and that is exactly what I’m about to do.” he whispers into your ear, making you moan. 

He takes off his tie and uses it to tie both of your wrists on your bed headboard. You gasped as he tightened it, making you rub your thighs together. 

“Tell me you want me.” He demands, brushing his thumb over your bottom lip. Both of your pupils are enlarged, full of darkness and desire. 

Shota pulls one of your legs over his hip, giving you a good slap on your ass. You lolled your head back.

“Do I need to repeat myself?” 

You shake your head. 

“I-I-want you.” 

Your tongues meet again, fighting to get down on each other's throats. He moves to kissing you down your jaw, biting the side of your neck. Making you hiss in pain, but then soothing it over his tongue; leaving a mark stating that you’re his. 

He starts sucking on one of your breasts as he starts kneading the other. 

You moan in pleasure, feeling your panties getting wet. 

He bites down on your nipple and a sudden pleasure scream escapes your mouth.

He hums in approval and switches over to the other breast as he continues to grin on to your soaking clothing. Your legs are thrown over his shoulder giving you access to your wet core.

Shota licks you down, kissing all your battle scars that you had from fighting. The traveling stops at your abdomen looking up to you. He is so damn lucky to have you under him. Your hair stuck to your face from the sweat, your gorgeous breasts raising up and down quickly, and panting out the beautiful moans that were music to his ears. 

He gets on his knees to see a better look at you. He rolls up his sleeves up to his elbows, exposing his muscular, veiny forearms. He gets back down and slowly pulls down your panties as he keeps eye contact with you. He breathes on to your needy cunt, sending an electric wave up your spine. Gasping trying to form words, but your mind is just fogged up with him.

Shota licks you from the bottom up, humming in satisfaction. He digs his tongue between your dripping folds and starts devouring you like a man who has been starving for days. No. Weeks. 

He inserts two fingers inside of you, making him tilt his head a bit down and hit your clit with his nose all at the same time.

You scream out a moan out from the shockness, trying to hide your face under your arms from embarrassment. Even though it is not your first time having sex, no one has ever made you scream that loud, let alone scream. 

You take a look and you are greeted with his onyx eyes looking at you. 

“Let me hear your beautiful voice again”. Shota starts sucking on your clit. The knot inside of you is about to be undone, and your eyes are starting to roll back from the pleasure this man has been giving you. 

“Please,” you moan out, “I’m..I’m..going to cum”, you drop your head back on your pillow. Shota picks up his speed, hooking his fingers inside of you. You scream again, rolling your eyes back to your head, feeling on cloud 9. 

You open your eyes, trying to catch your breath, and you see Shota wiping your cum off his face, as he’s taking off his shirt. You needed a break, but you knew well enough your break was about to get cut very short. 

 You get mesmerized admiring his beautiful sculpted body. You wanted to lick his strong muscles and leave marks on him. A mental photo of him won’t be good enough. You need a picture of him like this. You were so stuck in your dirty little slutty thoughts that you didn’t realize he was fully naked, aligning himself between your legs. 

“Are you ready?” he asked you.

“For you. Always.” He leans down to give you a deep kiss. You gasp as you feel him slowly entering you. You arch your back and Shota bites down your shoulder trying to cover his grunt. 

“You’re taking me so well, fuck” he says against your soft skin. 

You keep feeling him enter you and you’re starting to wonder if you can actually take him fully.

Next thing you know he shoves the rest of him inside of you making you choke on your moan. 

“There you go. Such a good girl taking my cock in your tight little pussy of yours.” His praise made you feel that knot develop once again. Shota starts to pick up his pace. Your breasts bounce and the slaps of your skins start to echo through your room. He licks his thumb and starts circling your clit. 

“Shota..please” You plead him with your doe eyes. He comes to a pause, because the way you moan out his name was about to make him finish right then and there. He looks at you and gives you one more deep kiss.

“I want it..please…I want it all.” you whisper on to his lips. Your legs are resting on his chest in a mating position and he starts jamming you fast. You feel him so deep in you, that you know you will not be able to walk the next day. You loved the feeling he was making you feel. 

You both moan each other's name. Shota finishes inside of you and you end up squirting on him. The both of you are not patting, trying to catch your breath.

Shota leaves to your bathroom that’s inside your room and you hear the bathtub water running. You’re about to fall asleep, until he comes back to untie. He picks you and carries you in a bridal position to the steamy bathroom, setting you between his legs inside the bathtub filled with warm water. Your head leans on to his chest and he tilts your face towards him. Resting his forehead on yours.

“Stay with me please” he says in a low voice.

“Anything for you.”  

[capricorn-writer-kawaii]

Hi, there! 🥰

I'm really, really, really excited to announce you that I'm currently working with my beloved and talented friend @merrymonkey on an illustrated fanfic of Aizawa, starting from his U.A. days and moving into the present when he's the homeroom teacher of class 1A.

This is gonna be kind of long, we hope you enjoy the ride. 💖

Our Hero Academy

Chapter 1

Pairing: Shota Aizawa x female OC

Genre: Shota Aizawa X female OC fluff, angst, high school romance, friends to lovers

Words: 2k

Summary: 15 years ago, Eraser Head was starting his hero studies with his best friends Hizashi and Oboro. Contrary to what people think, his teenage years in the U.A. were bright and lovely, filled with the laughter of his best friends and his girlfriend's unconditional love. What happened over the years? What changed him into a gloomy sensei?

Extra note: You can totally picture Y/N in the OC female name, it's just that it'd be cute to read Aizawa calling her pet names. 🤍

Chapter 1 - Welcome to the U.A.

On the first day of school, the UA’s enormous doors opened earlier than usual. Some teachers, the kindest ones, had come out to welcome the new students. Some of them already knew each other, having grown up in the same neighborhood and lucky enough to be in the same high school class. Such was the case with Hizashi Yamada, Oboro Shirakumo, and Shouta Aizawa.

While the first two talked quite loudly, drawing the attention of anyone who passed by, the last one was not only almost asleep but also remarkably quiet, he looked like a calm boy, someone who didn't look for trouble.

Starting with Hizashi, he was a tall and slim boy with blond hair, which he wore spiked upwards. His eyes were covered with some pretty cool sunglasses, and it was very common to see him with a large smile on his face. Hizashi had an eccentric personality, almost like a radio host. He even often posed when he talked and maintained a certain level of excitement or volume, regardless of the situation. Though he tended to be a jovial individual, Hizashi was capable of great rage, but that wasn't really common to occur, for he was the typical extroverted and popular guy.

Meanwhile, Oboro's light blue wavy hair was his charm, as well as his adorable and bright personality. He usually wore an expression of excitement. Very prone to making jokes and witty comments with innuendos, his energetic and goofy personality was similar to that of Hizashi, although Oboro never quite reached his friend's excitement. Due to his extravagant behavior, he was not the type of person who followed protocol and had little sense of shame, hence just as he was walking with his friends, he closed his uniform shirt as if he were in his room.

Finally, behind came the third of them, Shouta Aizawa. He was a slender and tall, tanned-skinned boy with messy, shoulder-length black hair, that partially hung in front of his face and half-opened black eyes. His worn-out appearance made him often look fatigued, especially because of his tired eyes. He was a very stern and reserved person; actually, he often came off as cold and apathetic, someone who preferred to take naps in every possible place over any other activity. Although quiet, the young hero student was very vocal and bold when expressing his ideas, which lead him to only had two friends. Despite his apathetic traits, he genuinely cared about his friends and was willing to do anything for them. In fact, he had already done it, he had already gotten into more than one problem because of Hizashi and Oboro. Shouta often grinned and even made jokes about his friends' eccentric personalities. Although it was more common to see him serious or rather shy.

While Hizashi spoke, or rather, he shouted expressing his immense emotion, Oboro adjusted his uniform. To tell the truth, it seemed that he was getting dressed, because now he was buttoning up his shirt.

“Do you really have to do that while we walk among so many people?” Aizawa asked.

“I didn't have time to get dressed. If you hadn't held us up for wanting to rescue that cat, I'd have been able to do it, so now you suck it up." He said with a mischievous smile as he tried to find his belt inside his backpack.

“Do you think they assign us the same section? I want us to be classmates again." Hizashi commented when they were already walking through the main gates.

Aizawa listened to Oboro's answer until something else completely stole his attention. Sitting on a bench next to a window, a girl was waiting for the doors of the academy's auditorium to open so that the professors could give them the welcome speech.

He was not the type of individual who paid special attention to admiring another person's beauty, he had had beautiful classmates at high school, and he had even seen some very pretty girls entering the academy, however, none of them had got to awake something on him, as it had happened to Oboro and Hizashi and their numerous dates. 

Yet, that girl just a few steps away had taken his breath away. Aizawa cut the conversation with his friends because, for a few seconds, he couldn't do anything else but admire that short girl with long, wavy pastel pink hair tied in a braid. She had been nervously playing with a pink hair tie while waiting to enter the auditorium. Suddenly, a gust of wind made her look at the branches of a tree through the window, allowing Aizawa to see a bit more of her face.

Possibly due to Aizawa's piercing stare, she realized someone was looking at her, and turning around, she discovered him. Her lovely and expressive green eyes were now fixed on the young man's black eyes. His usual tired gaze switched to a wide-eye one by noticing an undeniable sparkle in the girl's look. Such interaction struck Aizawa to the core; it was so overwhelming, that he was about to break that eye contact. Luckily, he did not do it and did not miss the kind but shy and fleeting smile that the girl gave him. Shota couldn't smile back not because he didn't want to, but because he simply couldn't, he just froze. Naturally, when the girl saw that the guy didn't even react back, she looked away from him and had to force herself to think of something else; otherwise, the auto cringe would have made her leave the place.

"You okay, bro? Are you that nervous? Your face's red." Oboro said looking at his friend, but Aizawa just shook his head.

"Let's go in, the doors are already open." Aizawa replied without forgetting the girl's smile. 

He wasn't the typical guy who got a lot of smiles or kind looks, perhaps because his eyes were usually on the ground, or because his gaze was a tired one, not precisely a cordial one. Whatever the reason, it was not common for him to receive such a kind facial expression like that. All his life he was used to Hizashi and Oboro turning out to be the ones who stole peeks and received compliments. To tell the truth, Aizawa had never minded that since social interactions were not his thing at all.

Yet, he did not have time to think more about it, the professor who welcomed them had already started with his talk. He explained to the students how the academy worked and how they would be assigned to a class. That was how that day, once again fate wanted Aizawa, Oboro, and Hizashi to be together in the same class. Though that was not the only surprise. When they entered the room, Aizawa saw the girl again; apparently, the four of them would study together from now on.

That was how they spent the first days at the UA. The professional heroes didn't give them a break, it was training after training, in addition to master classes, of course. Knowing and trusting each one's quick was a must to survive the UA classes; therefore, Aizawa was definitely not having a good time. Meanwhile, Hizashi and Oboro not only controlled theirs better, but they also felt comfortable with their powers and were confident that they would become excellent heroes. However, the shy young man constantly doubted his ability, and when possible, he trained alone so as not to slow anyone down. But that changed the second week when one of the teachers asked them to pair up for the next lesson in one of the many training camps.

"Okay, this is it! I'll ask Hoshino to work with me!" Oboro said, adjusting his uniform and referring to the pink-haired girl, who turned out to be very quiet and introverted. Even though she had all her classmates drooling over her from the first day, she was always alone and studying in her spare time in the library.

"Don't even dream about it, Oboro, I'll ask her," Hizashi replied. "You are very noisy, she won't want to be your partner." 

“What the fuck, Hizashi!? You scream instead of talking! Besides, you'll scare her, you're too aggressive."

"I'm not aggressive!"

"And you're not very bright either, why would the best of the class want to work with you?"

Aizawa, for his part, chuckled upon hearing his friends and continued tying his shoelaces. In the meantime, Hizashi and Oboro were so focused on arguing among themselves that they didn't realize when the girl approached where they were.

Thus, she touched the least expected person's shoulder and spoke.  “Hi... Hum, excuse me, would you mind if we worked together? I've seen your quirk and I think we could make a good team.” As determined as she was to train with him, there was a hint of shyness in her voice.

"WHAT THE HELL?!" Oboro and Hizashi asked looking at how she had chosen Aizawa as her partner.

Although the two outgoing boys had come to her since day one to introduce themselves, Aizawa hadn't said a word, preferring to stay behind. So, her proposal was quite unexpected for everyone, especially for Aizawa, who looked at her as if hoping that she would realize that she was speaking to HIM and not to his friends.

"I see... you already have a partner, I'm sorry." Wishing that the earth would swallow her, the girl was about to disappear, she didn't do it only because Oboro was faster and prevented her.

"No, he doesn't have one! It's just that Aizawa's very shy." Oboro replied as Hizashi practically pushed his friend to his feet.

“Did you hear that, Shota? You'll be able to work with the best of the class!” The blonde said.

"Are you sure you want to work with me?"

"Come on, Shota, don't be so humble, your quirk's awesome!" Hizashi said pushing him to such an extent that the young black-haired man almost lost his balance.

That was how Aizawa and the girl ended up teaming up together. The mission they had been given to train was to enter the forest that surrounded the UA and find a hidden bomb as quickly as possible. For that, they would have the whole class, for the terrain was huge.

All the way Aizawa was wondering the same thing. "Why does she want to work with me?" The girl had passed the entrance exam with the highest score, and despite only taking two weeks of classes, all her teachers had already recognized her as the best of her generation.

“So, you erase quirks with your gaze…" The girl said, interrupting Aizawa's analysis. "That's so cool! You have one of the best powers I've ever seen.”

“The effect lasts until I blink. It's not very useful." 

"Have you tried using eye drops? That way your eyes will be moisturized, and you can train them for a longer use of your quirk. Maybe they'll be a little dry, but at least they won't hurt afterward."

Aizawa remained silent, contemplating the option that the girl gave him; truth be told, she made a lot of sense. After some minutes of walking in silence, the boy talked. “What about your quirk? Can you manipulate any kind of energy? If so, you have unlimited potential."

"It's not that easy." She responded by shaking her head. “When I transform energy, I use my own. The more energy I manipulate, the less I have left to fight. Also, it's not unlimited, quite the opposite. If I intend to control some type of energy, I first must know it thoroughly, know how it works, and what risks can come."

"That's why she studies so much..." Aizawa thought.

“If I don't know the type of energy, or if I convert more than what my body resists, things don't end well. It's happened a couple of times and it hasn't been nice." She confessed somewhat embarrassed. "That's why I think we could make a good team, you could give me a hand if things get messy." 

"You barely know me, are you going to trust me that much?"

"I saw how you helped your friend when we floated higher than expected."

The girl giggled remembering how during one of the first practices, Oboro used one of his clouds to float. He was just bragging; yet, thanks to the wind, the cloud flew higher and quicker. It was Aizawa who controlled the situation by erasing his quirk and helping him get back to earth. 

"Oh, you saw that..." He whispered just about to laugh. Not even Shota could deny how funny it was to see Oboro fall over Hizashi. 

"How not to? Your other friend, the blond one, kept yelling at the cloud guy to get off of him."

"Yeah, that's kind of common when it comes to Hizashi and Oboro."

"Well, we'd better hurry if we want to find that bomb first."

The dynamic between the two students turned out to be quite good, not only did they complete the mission successfully, but they also had time to get to know each other a little better, because by finishing before all the other groups, they had almost an hour free. Thus, sitting on some rocks on the banks of a river, Shota discovered that her family lived in the countryside and that to pursue her dream of becoming a hero, she had moved to the city alone. The academy had dormitories for students with similar situations, so she had no problem finding a place to live. That short interaction was enough for Aizawa to judge her as a nice and extremely sweet girl. 

Without knowing how or why, she quickly felt comfortable with Aizawa, so much so that she made a couple of jokes and even imitated him. Apparently, in that week the young heroine had analyzed him enough to discover several of his habits.

“You have a lot of free time in class.” The boy commented unable to avoid laughing just a little when he saw her imitating the way he yawned.

“The first week has been calmer than I imagined.”

“That's because you're talented. I barely approved the physical performance exams.”

Once again, the girl started to play with her hair tie, anyone could tell she was struggling to decide if saying what she was thinking or remaining silent. In the end, she mustered some courage and dared to say it.  “We could train together in the afternoons.” 

Aizawa raised his gaze and looked at her as if looking for any sign that he had listened wrong. “YOU are going to train with me? You, the number one in the class?”

“I also need to train, and I think we could complement ourselves. I mean... our quirks." She corrected herself while blushing. 

Aizawa was the first classmate she actively approached and, to tell the truth, it had been hard for her to summon up the courage to speak to him. Judging by his actions during those two weeks of classes, it was highly possible that he would say no. After all, Shota hardly talked with his two friends, why would he say yes to training with her?

"I mean, it's just an idea. But if you already train with someone else, that's fine." She said feeling how her face was turning even more red.

Noticing that he was making her feel uncomfortable, Aizawa reacted. “It's not what you're thinking. Honestly, I didn't expect you to want to team up with me. You caught me off guard."

Understanding that it wasn't that he was rejecting her, but that this was all very unexpected for him, she felt less embarrassed. “I'm not very good at making friends and many of our classmates already knew each other. Besides…. You seem like a very trustworthy person and your quirk is wonderful. I'm sorry, I think I already told you this a dozen times.” She said between a shy giggling.

The black-haired hero looked at her for a few moments. "She's really cute. No wonder why Hizashi and Oboro say it all the time." 

"Well, I don't want to put you on the spot. If one day you have some free time, we could train together, Aizawa.” She said getting up, it was time to meet up with the rest of the class.

"Shota, call me Shota."

“My name's Kaori. Thanks for working with me today, Shota.” She responded with a sweet smile.

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Teachers pet

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/CxUtHRX by Dimsionprincess02 Description: Mailin Hoshino, a 16-year-old with extraordinary telekinesis, joins Class 1-A at U.A. High School after being recommended for her impressive abilities. As she embarks on her hero training journey, she finds herself navigating intense challenges and personal growth. Teacher’s Pet follows Mailin's evolving relationships and experiences at U.A., culminating in a slow-burn romance with Shota Aizawa. This story features a deep, emotional connection and mature content as their bond develops over time. (Hoshino Mailin is my OC. This is a teacher x student fanfiction, which will get more adult content later on. Takes place during the mha anime.) Words: 68387, Chapters: 58/?, Language: English Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M Characters: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Class 1-A (My Hero Academia), Bakugou Katsuki, Midoriya Izuku, Todoroki Shouto, Yaoyorozu Momo, Shinsou Hitoshi, Eri (My Hero Academia) Relationships: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Original Female Character(s), Minor or Background Relationship(s), Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou, Kaminari Denki/Shinsou Hitoshi, Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto Additional Tags: Slow Burn, Forbidden Love, Teacher-Student Relationship, Age Difference, POV Original Female Character, POV First Person, POV Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Sexual Tension, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Unresolved Romantic Tension, Bakugou Katsuki Swears A Lot, Drama & Romance, Jealousy, Title from a Melanie Martinez Song, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead is So Done, Protective Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead-centric, Hurt Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, During Canon, Soft Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Jealous Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Shinsou Hitoshi is a Good Friend, Fluff and Angst, Slow Build, Slow Romance, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead Needs a Hug, My First AO3 Post, Original Character Replaces Mineta Minoru, Cross-Posted on Wattpad, Song: Teachers Pet (Melanie Martinez) read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/CxUtHRX

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Chapter Two

MHA Aizawa FanFic

Shota Aizawa x Akane Saito (my oc)

7,989 words

I could literally never post this on any other social media (Wattpad and AO3 don't count IMO)

TW/CW again for mention of abuse and attempt at victim bl*ming by the victim herself (as always my tags will include TW and CW at the beginning so I don't have to add those words and risk bringing my posts down)

Tuesday morning Akane found herself on light duty tasks for work. She tried to insist to her supervisor, Miss Etsuko Yamaguchi, that she really didn’t need this kind of treatment, but the older woman had just smiled and shooed her away. Though Akane really didn’t mind. She didn’t even need her cart today. All she was responsible for today was puke patrol and lost student duty. Even though it had been a couple months since the new school year had brought in new students, but they still tended to get lost for another month or two. Especially with the dorm buildings having been added.

So, with low music playing in her headphones Akane wandered around the campus. All she had to do was radio someone else on the janitorial staff if a kid got sick and help any lost kids as much as they needed her to. Normally she would also have to have a cart to clean up the puke herself, but Miss Yamaguchi had told her to radio for someone else instead and gave her a walkie talkie which Akane had tucked in her hoodie pocket. Mother Nature had finally decided it was Winter and the Mid November temperatures had finally come crashing down on them this morning. Thankfully Akane could stay indoors for most of today, but she made sure to keep an eye on the nearest window every time she saw one in case a student was lost out there. The thick grey clouds blocking most of the sunlight today definitely meant snow. Even though the cold wasn’t the best weather she preferred the snow over everything else. So, the thought had Akane even more excited than she already was after the weekend with Shōta.

        Akane looked around the hallway she was in and realized she was less than thirty feet from the door to Class 1-A. Her heart fluttered again, and she felt her hair start to shrink inside the thick toke she had it tucked under. She wanted to go peak inside the little window, but she knew better because every kid in that classroom had an uncanny sense for when they were being watched even if only briefly. With a huffed sigh she continued her path forward which would lead her past the door anyway. It wasn’t unusual for janitorial and support staff to wander the hallways during the day so no one would bother her over walking by. She decided to risk at least glancing in when she walked by.

To her surprise Shōta was standing at the front of the classroom, free of the sleeping bag she had so often seen him in and teaching actively. She stopped to look at him for a second longer and as soon as she did his head turned to look at her. He held her gaze for a few seconds before flashing her a brief smile and turning back to his students. She figured it was best she hurried along before anyone in that room realized what had just happened. When she rounded the end of the hall and had made it to the next platform on the staircase Akane stopped and leaned against the stairwell wall. He had risked that smile knowing damn good and well all his students saw it. She was going to have to avoid his room the rest of the day, so she didn’t draw any more attention to herself.

It’s not that the two days he had spent taking care of her and helping her adjust to her quirk had been bad. In fact, they were wonderful. She just didn’t need the students doing what kids do and starting rumors. There was one point he had sent a student to check on her yesterday, but it had been Uraraka who was incredibly sweet and amazing with secrets as it turned out. She hadn’t even asked why her superhero teacher had asked her to check on this random janitor lady. She had just brought a few homemade cookies that she promised she already planned on giving away, she just didn’t know who because it was an extra few from the batch she made for her classmates, made sure Akane was okay and then left. She knew the only reason Shōta didn’t send a teacher the other two times during the hours he had been busy was, so he didn’t make her uncomfortable. Instead, a couple other members of the support staff had come to check on her and bring her food. When someone had knocked on her door the fourth time Akane was pleased to see Shōta himself with a big bag of take out in one hand and the sequel to the movie they had watched on Sunday in the other.

        After a few minutes of concentration Akane felt her hair return to the waist length she had set it to Sunday and then she pushed herself off the wall. When she made it to the next floor, she finally bumped into someone else. A lost kid by the looks of it. Halfway down the hallway stood a short and petite kid with sapphire blue hair. The kid turned around and Akane saw the worried expression on her face.

        “Hey there kiddo, you look a little lost. My name is Akane Saito, and I work here as a Janitor. Luckily for you I’m on lost kid duty today so how can I help,” she called out cheerfully to the girl whose eyes were starting to water. The girl’s head snapped up from the paper in her hands, her schedule presumably, and relief washed across her face.

“Oh, my goodness finally an adult who works here! I’m so lost and it’s so dumb because I’ve been here for two months, and I’ve gone to class 2-B many many times and yet here I am lost!” She sounded bewildered and a bit on edge. Akane let out a soft chuckle and smiled warmly at the girl.

        “Don’t worry it happens to everyone, well everyone without a good memory. Did you know having a photographic or eidetic memory used to be considered a superpower?” She was trying to keep things light so the girl wouldn’t have a full-blown freak out. She might be new here herself, newer than this student in fact, but she did have a photographic memory.

        “No, I had no idea. Would you mind leading me to my classroom please? I’m not sure my teacher is going to be too pleased,” the girl muttered and rubbed her neck as she looked at her shoes. Akane nodded and told the young girl she’d be happy to help before she turned around to head back in the direction she had just come from. The girl followed along beside her silently. Akane didn’t mind making casual conversations, but she also knew she was going to have to walk past Shōta’s classroom again and she didn’t wanna have to think about talking while walking past the man she loved.

The door to the girl’s classroom was left open by a crack. She thanked Akane and scurried inside. When Akane saw the teacher wasn’t scolding the girl she turned around to head back to where she was on her route. She would have to pass his room a third time. So much for staying away as not to draw attention to herself.

        As she hurried past his room a third time the door slid open. No fuck not now, Akane thought. She kept her eyes fixed out the many windows on her right and kept walking while silently praying whoever it was it was simply a coincidence. The door to his room closed and footsteps started behind her in the hallway. Akane picked up her pace and when she made it to the stairs, she felt a familiar sensation slide over her shoulder.

        “Listen I swear I’m not being creepy,” she started as she turned around, but the owner of this capture scarf wasn’t who she thought it was. Behind her stood a student. Hitoshi Shinso to be exact.

“I saw you pass by with the student the second time though I don’t think he did and then when you walked past the third time, I could see him messing with his scarf. He only does that when he’s worried. So, I excused myself to ‘go to the bathroom’ but really, I came to see if you were okay. He and I have a secret code that we use with our scarves, so I don’t have to talk since I have a brain washing quirk. Don’t worry it only activates if I ask you a question, so I won’t,” his voice was barely audible, but Akane knew why. She had seen him on TV during the Sports Festival last year, so she was familiar with how his Quirk worked though he didn’t know that.

        “You can signal to him that I’m okay I just needed to help that student. I’m on puke patrol and lost student duty so he doesn’t need to worry about me overdoing it today,” she explained. He nodded and tugged his scarf off her shoulder where it had still been resting.

        “I’ll let him know,” he mumbled before turning around and heading back to Class 1-A’s room. Once again Akane found herself leaning against the wall of the first platform going down from this floor in this stairwell. She really had to get out of the main building. She decided she could get some fresh air and hurried all the way back to the ground floor.

The rest of the day passed without incident. When Akane decided she wasn’t in the mood for dinner she headed straight for her room after telling Miss Yamaguchi that she was still feeling well. With the door closed to her room Akane pulled off all the layers she had been wearing save for one. She flopped face first onto her bed in nothing more than a pair of shorts and a sports bra. Her gloves of course had still been on since she replaced them Sunday after her shower. A light knock sounded at her door, and she groaned. She really was tired of people asking if she was okay. It was a simple shapeshifting quirk, it’s not like using her quirk shattered half her bones with one go. A light chuckle escaped over that roast. Whatever Midoryia’s Quirk was he clearly wasn’t built for it. She opened the door to see Shōta standing there and quickly closed it again remembering her outfit. She took a deep breath and cracked it open again.

        “Hi sorry didn’t mean to slam it in your face, I wasn’t expecting anyone to show up, so I’m not properly dressed,” she explained while her cheeks grew bright red.

        “That’s okay I just wanted to check on you. I know it’s probably getting a bit annoying, and I can leave you be if you’d like me to, but I wanted to check one more time before I let you decide if I should leave you alone or not,” he explained. He was wearing a few layers himself which made him look a little like a sleep deprived blob. Akane giggled at this thought.

        “It’s never annoying coming from you. And you can stop checking up on me but I’m totally fine if you keep popping by to hang out or whatever,” she said. He smiled that soft smile again and nodded.

“Well then may I come in and hang out for a bit? Once you’re properly dressed that is,” he asked. She nodded and left the door cracked to go pull on a shirt at random. Once she had on the loose grey shirt that covered her shorts most of the way, she opened the door the rest of the way. He walked inside and she shut it quickly but not before getting a devious look from a woman a couple of rooms down. Akane responded by sticking her tongue out at the woman before closing the door. She turned around to find him shedding layers and pulling out snacks along with it. When he finished a small pile of snacks sat on her only nightstand, a larger pile of his clothes lay on her floor, and he was in a white shirt and sweats. He really didn’t wear shorts, did he? He turned around to Akane and smiled when he saw her staring again. He chuckled and walked over to her leaving a couple feet of space between them.

        “You really do like to look at me don’t you Akane,” his voice was a bit thicker than normal, and his black eyes seemed to blaze even without his quirk activated. Akane’s face got redder as she nodded. “Well then it’s a good thing I really like to look at you too.” He lifted a hand as if to reach for her and then dropped it.

“Okay new rule. As long as it’s not kissing, touching my gloves or scars, or initiating anything lewd you don’t have to ask for my permission. It’ll help us both because as much as I find it sweet it tends to get in the way ya know,” Akane explained as she stayed standing there between Shōta and the door. He reached up and cupped her cheek in one hand. Akane’s heart thundered in her chest as he stepped a bit closer.

        “You’d want me to kiss you?” He sounded more happy than he did surprised.

        “Shō I’ve been dreaming of kissing you for years. I’d be able to die happy if you did,” she said before she could stop herself. Her face was hot with blush, and he stepped close enough that Akane could feel the warmth radiating from his body.

“Then may I kiss you,” he asked. Akane had to be dreaming. She pinched her cheek that he wasn’t holding, and he laughed. “You’re not dreaming I really asked.”

        “Then yes please,” she breathed. His face got closer and Akane’s eyes fluttered shut. His breath hit her face with warmth and the smell of mint. After a few seconds that seemed to drag out forever his lips were on hers. Soft, smooth, and warm. His hand slid into her long orange hair, and she wrapped an arm around his shoulders. His lips pressed into hers more and then a few seconds later they were gone from hers. She opened her eyes to find him still close to her. Close enough she could still feel and smell his breath on her face. She wanted more, so much more but she knew she couldn’t handle it right now. Not mentally anyway. He kissed her nose and then stepped back two steps.

        “That was everything I’d dreamed it would be and more,” she said breathlessly. His hand slid from her hair and found her hand.

       “And even though last night was the first time I’ve dreamt of kissing you it was just as wonderful for me,” he smiled as he tugged her over to her bed, “now let’s see what there is to watch while we have snack yeah?” She sat in her usual spot and this time he sat next to her instead of adjacent from her as he had been last night. Her lips still tasted like his and she couldn’t think enough to find the remote.

“You, okay?” His voice was sincere. She turned to him and smiled.

        “I am I just can’t think because my lips still taste like you and as much as I know neither of us want to rush anything, but I really want to kiss you again,” she explained. He reached up and cupped her cheek in his hand again.

        “Then by all means kiss me again if you’d like to,” he breathed out. She leaned up and closed the space between them as she shut her eyes. Her lips met his and his other arm looped around her middle back. He pulled her closer which deepened the kiss. She wrapped both arms around him and slowly parted her lips. His lips followed her lead, and she hesitantly slid her tongue into his mouth. A soft moan escaped her mouth and as if he was anticipating her retreat from embarrassment he let go. She pulled back enough that their noses were still touching. Akane went to say something, but Shōta held up a finger to her lips.

"Don't apologize like I know you're about to try to do, I'm never going to be upset by you stopping anything between us at any time," he whispered. Akane pulled back another few inches and spotted the remote buried under his pile of snacks on her nightstand.

"Then I'd like to just watch a movie and ask you to forget that noise you heard," she said as she leaned around him and pulled the remote from under the snacks before straightening back up. "I mean it'll be hard, but I'll try my best," he said honestly before he leaned back against the pillow, he had put between himself and the wall her bed was against. She turned the TV on and found that one of the movies that had been made about All Might was playing on TV.

"Okay this one's literally my favorite and I'm not apologizing so it stays on," she declared as she tossed the remote across the room in case he tried to object or change it. This made him laugh loudly. She turned to fixate him with a playful glare which caused him to stop laughing and return the look. After a few seconds of this stare down he reached behind him and sent one of the snack cakes flying at her. It hit Akane square in the chest and she gasped. He doubled over with laughter, and she threw the cake back at him. Even bent over his scarf snapped up and caught the sweet snack easily. She shuddered a bit and he looked up at her seriously.

"I can leave this on the floor with my other layers if you need me to, it's just like a second skin so I almost never remember to take it off," he offered. Akane shook her head.

"No, I'm okay that wasn't a bad shudder," she said shyly before turning to pretend to watch the movie. She saw Shōta straighten up in her peripheral vision with a smirk on his face.

"For someone who agrees we shouldn't rush this you seem to be having lots of dirty thoughts this evening," he teased. She snatched the snack cake from his scarf and tossed it at him again. This time he let it bounce off his chest.

"You're on my bed, in my room flirting with me after doting on me half the weekend. What more did you expect," she teased back. His smirk turned into a smile as he leaned back against the pillow again and opened the poor smooshed snack cake.

"Nothing actually," he said before stuffing half the thing into his mouth. Akane giggled and turned to watch the movie this time. She scooted a little further away but only so she could lay down with her head in his lap again, she had done this last night and could swear he didn’t stop smiling the whole time. He ran his fingers through her hair as they watched the movie together. She reached over once to grab a snack because she still really wasn't feeling too hungry. After a while Shōta's fingers in her hair started to soothe her to sleep.

"If you keep doing that, I'm going to fall asleep," she warned.

"And much like with the rules of a cat I wouldn't be allowed to move until you wake up or move off of me, whichever comes first," he teased but kept running his fingers through her hair.

"What if you're late for class tomorrow?" He just kept running his fingers through her hair. Her eyes started to flutter shut before he finally answered.

"Then I'd be late and if anything happened, I'd trust Shinso, Midoryia, and Ida to handle it. Now shush and sleep if you'd like to." She nodded and allowed his fingers in her hair to fully lull her to sleep. Akane's alarm went off at 5 am like it always did and she reached over to turn it off. The noise stopped before her hand reached it and she realized Shōta must have stayed here. She opened her eyes to see she was lying halfway on him.

"Five more minutes," grumbled and pulled her closer. Her heart fluttered and she giggled.

"Okay but then we have to get up," she whispered. He nodded once and then went back to breathing evenly. Her alarm went off again ten minutes later and he smacked the snooze button again.

"Okay okay fine I'll get up," he grumbled again. He opened his eyes which were blazing red and Akane felt her hair shrinking in length. A soft growl came up from his chest and he blinked, turning his eyes back to their usual black. Her hair tickled her back through her shirt as it grew back out to her waist. "Though with a view like this I'm not sure why I'm complaining." Akane giggled and blushed as he cupped her cheek.

"Mmmmmm I'd say you could get used to it but I think we'd be breaking our 'taking it slow rule' by waking up in each other's arms every morning after only three days," she said as she sat up and looked down at him.

"True that we would be, but also it's much easier to wake up in the morning when the view is so nice," he smiled at her as he sat up. At some point during the night, he had lost his shirt and Akane quickly looked away. Though not before she got an eye full of toned muscles. Her face was bright red, and she knew it.

"You should probably put your shirt on," she whispered.

"Do you want me to?" His voice was still thick with sleep and Akane could feel her spine tingling.

"No but that might also be breaking our rule," she said a bit louder.

"It's up to you Akane, as is everything we do," he said. She turned back to look at him and bit her lip. He really was incredibly sexy no matter what. His abs were perfectly cut into an eight pack. His pecs were toned just right for his lean frame. His arms, though seemingly small, nearly doubled in size when he flexed them for her appreciation. Her ears were red now and when she looked up at his face so we're his cheeks.

"Please don't dangle me over a bridge when I say this, but you really are beautiful," she breathed. His face got dark, and she yelped. She went to scramble out of the bed, but his arms were around her waist and pulling her into him before she ever made it to the edge.

"Take it back. Right. Now." He growled in her ear. His chest was pressed to her back and was radiating warmth.

"Are you going to let me go if I do?" She was teasing but she wasn't sure he heard her tone. He really didn't like being complimented, did he?

"Yes, I will," he breathed in her ear. "Then nope. You're beautiful, sexy, and all around incredibly fucking hot Zawa," she tossed in the nickname for extra effect.

"Oh, you're in for it now," he growled in her ear again which made her giggle more. His lips were on her neck in a matter of seconds and Akane melted. Her whole body went almost limp in his arms as she moaned softly with each touch of his lips on her skin. After five or six kisses he suddenly tensed up and pulled back, letting her go in the process.

"I'm so fucking sorry Akane, I didn't ask and I basically-" Akane put her hand over his mouth.

"Nope you didn't hurt me. I was teasing and pushing buttons. You were just waking up and you were only returning my energy. Kissing my neck wasn't too far. In fact, I would have done the same thing if I were you," she quickly explained. He kissed her hand, and she moved it away.

"I'll tolerate being called anything but beautiful," he said, his face still a bit dark.

"Why? You are incredibly beautiful," she whispered. He growled softly again.

"Because Hizashi uses it to tease me all too often," he ground out through clenched teeth. "Okay I take it back. You're still incredibly sexy but I won't ever call you beautiful again," she said louder.

"Thank you, Akane. Now as much as I'd love to stick around for you to give me another reason to entice those melodic moans from your lips, I need to get on different clothes before I go teach these kids." He slid off the bed and pulled on his shirt and started on all his other layers. Once he was dressed, he cleaned up his snack messes and turned to her. Akane was digging through her closet looking for some thicker clothes since snow was falling outside the decent sized balcony doors she had in her room. She would shower tonight so the warmth of the water would keep her warmer overnight since Shōta turning up last night had made her forget to shower. So, she hadn’t showered since Monday night after he left. She turned around to face him and found him standing a couple of feet away.

“May I have another kiss before I have to go keep these kids alive for another day?” His voice was soft in tone again. Akane nodded and he closed the gap between them. His fingers of one slid into her hair and the other hand found her lower back and pulled her body flush to his. She dropped the sweater she had been holding to put on as one layer and wrapped both arms around his shoulders as his head dipped down to hers. Her eyes closed and his lips met hers. Deep but not rough. He lingered as long as he dared to, not trying to push her past this simple kiss. After what seemed like forever in a day and not nearly long enough at the same time he pulled back.

“If you’d like we can use one of the empty training facilities to work on your quirk tonight,” he whispered with his nose still touching hers.

“I’d like that so that way if anyone tries to start anything we can play it off much easier,” she said. He nodded and briefly kissed her nose before fully pulling out of her arms.

“I have to go now but I’ll see you this evening outside of the teacher’s dorm at 7, don’t be late or I’ll actually make you run laps. I’m not joking.” Something about his tone told her he was serious. She nodded and went back to her closet to finish finding clothes for the weather. She heard him open the door and when she looked over, she saw he was checking to make sure no one else was around before he slipped out the door and closed it quietly behind him.

Later that evening as the snow fell at a steady pace Akane found herself outside the teachers’ dorm building at 6:55. The door opened spilling out soft warm light into the darkness of the early evening and out walked Shōta.

“Ahhhh good you’re early, that makes me happy,” he said as he pulled the door closed behind him. He walked down the few steps that led from the door to the sidewalk where Akane stood and offered his arm to her. She looped her arm around his and he started walking her towards the training facilities presumably. They walked in a comfortable silence as the snow picked up around them a bit. She hoped the training facilities had working heat. A few minutes later they were opening the big door to one of the empty training facilities. It was pitch black but much to Akane’s relief the heat seemed to have been left on.

“Made sure it got left on myself. I knew it would end up snowing harder, so I made sure to find the one of your fellow janitors to ask that they make sure it didn’t get turned back off,” he explained as he started to shed his thicker layers. Akane started stripping off her own layers leaving her standing in just her pink tights and a loose-fitting black shirt over her underwear. She looked over to see Shōta was in a pair of jeans and a tight fitting dark blue shirt. The color really looked good on him, and she wished he’d wear color more often, even if he stuck to the darker shades of the colors, it would still suit him. He was walking over to the wall and after a few seconds dim light filled the space from only a fifth of the lights being turned on. He looked back with that soft smile on his face she was starting to grow accustomed to and that made her smile.

“Alright so we are going to start small and work as long as you’d like to,” he said his voice slightly echoing off the walls of the empty gymnasium looking room. So, he had chosen a room that didn’t have giant pieces of a mountain side or raging rivers in it. Good because she definitely wasn’t ready for any hero training or anything. There were some obstacle course stuffs pushed to one side and a bunch of thick foam mats pushed off to another side. She followed him as he led the way to the middle of the room and stopped. “I’m going to turn your Quirk off and when I do I want you to concentrate on how that feels in your body. Not the sensations from your physical appearance changing but internally. You’ll understand what I’m saying when I do it.”

“Okay, I’m ready whenever you are Shōta,” she nodded to him. He blinked and when he opened his eyes again, they were blazing red. She focused on how she felt during the brief seconds where his quirk affected her body. Warmth bloomed in her stomach as a wave of something flowed through her. When she looked back to Shōta to confirm if she had felt the right thing he was smiling at her even more.

“That was great Akane, now I’m going to turn my Quirk off and again I want you to feel the sensations that causes in your body as your Quirk comes back.” He blinked again and Akane focused with her eyes closed this time. The warmth bloomed in her stomach again followed by the wave of something washing over her. Only this time she was able to identify that the sensation started at the very top of her head. When she opened her eyes Shōta was still standing in the same spot and his eyes were their usual black. He nodded again.

“Good Akane now you know where your Quirk is centralized in your body. Now let’s move on to small feature changes. Focus on your hair and think of how you want it to look while feeling that sensation. Make the sensation move where you want and affect your body how you wish it to,” he explained.

Akane focused on making her hair pink and just long enough to brush the tops of her shoulders. The sensation bloomed at the top of her head again and she focused on it more. She thought about it moving out to the ends of her hair and it did. Focusing on the thought of it pulling up from her waist to the tops of her shoulders, she felt it do just that. Finally, she thought about turning her hair bubble gum pink and watched Shōta’s face light up which told her she had succeeded.

“You really are a natural,” he gasped as Akane made her hair change to his. She wondered just how much she could push it but didn’t want to leap right into something that might have her on bed rest for two days again. Though this time around she suspected they’d just send her to Recovery Girl.

“Maybe I can do more than we thought,” she contemplated aloud.

“Maybe you can Akane but let’s take it slowly please. I’d for sure take you Recovery Girl this time but I’d rather not have to do that to begin with,” he said softly in tone as he got a little closer.

“Okay so what should we try next?” He stopped a good ten feet away and shrugged.

“Without pushing yourself too hard too fast it’s up to you now,” he explained. She sighed and thought about what she wanted to do. She knew she could change her hair, eyes, eyebrows and lips painlessly, but did that mean it would stay the same throughout?

“Shōta what if it hurts me to use it to do more than just superficial features,” her voice was laced with enough worry that he closed the gap between them and grabbed her hand gently in his.

“The only way to find out is to try. So, let’s start simply. Try focusing on your pinky finger in my hand. Make it longer and see if it hurts.” His voice was soothing and so she focused again. She thought about the sensation moving from her head to her right pinky finger cradled in his hand. When she felt it there, she focused on the thought of the sensation elongating her finger an inch. She watched as it grew that inch but didn’t hurt. It barely even tingled.

“Oh, okay well that was almost pleasant,” she whispered.

“We were right though. You’re capable of more than we thought,” he said and squeezed her fingers gently. She made her finger return to the normal size with a little more concentration and then stepped back a couple of steps.

“I want to try something, and I ask that you don’t stop me because I promise I won’t push myself too far,” she said. He nodded and watched her. She closed her eyes and focused intently on her memories. She was searching for the one vague memory she had of her father from when she was four and he left. When she had focused on what features of his she could remember she focused on her quirk. She felt her eye shape change, her lips change, her cheeks got bigger and her hair got incredibly short. It was in soft curls on top of her head. Akane opened her eyes to see astonishment written all over Shōta’s face.

“Do you recognize this face? Even vaguely,” she whispered. He studied her face and then his own face fell. Sadness filled all his features and panic filled Akane.

“I’m sorry Akane but he got arrested in the first raid on the Yazuka hideout that resulted in us rescuing Eri,” his voice was barely above a whisper, “in fact I captured him myself.”

“Oh well, that’s what he gets for abandoning his wife and daughter to join up with a bunch of delinquents,” she scoffed. Her eyes closed again as she focused on her quirk and made it return her features to the ones she preferred.

“Akane are you sure,” his voice sounded a bit uncertain.

“I’m positive. He chose to abandon us, didn’t even send us any kind of money from his bullshit, never called me on a single birthday or holiday. He got what he deserved. No chance he’s in Tartarus so I don’t have to worry about him getting out,” her voice rose with hope at the end. He nodded confirming he was locked in the highest security prison Japan had to offer and Akane smiled. “Good that’s really good.”

“Is there anything else you’d like to explore about your quirk? Anything else you’d like to try?”

“Well, I was thinking about one other thing I’d like to try.” She closed her eyes and focused on her quirk again. When she opened her eyes, she knew her face was an exact replica of his because his mouth was hanging open.

“Small shapeshifting quirk my ass,” he breathed out in amazement.

“Okay now please stop wearing my face it’s incredibly uncanny.”

Akane nodded and this time kept her eyes open as she focused on her quirk. She felt the process take a couple seconds less than the last time and she smiled.

“Wow I’m already getting a bit better at this.”

“Yes, you are and that’s honestly amazing dear. If you’d like to, we can work on your handicordination once you get your glasses in,” he suggested.

“We could definitely do that and then maybe after a bit of practice we could bring in more of your fellow teachers and I could shift into one of them and you could try to tell us apart,” she suggested in return.

“It would only work if I wasn’t in the room when it happened, otherwise it wouldn’t work,” he teased.

“Well obviously,” she stuck her tongue out at him, and he playfully lunged at her in response. She yelped and stumbled back a couple of steps.

“If you’re going to tease me expect me to respond in a similar way to that every time,” he warned. She made a mental note of that and smiled.

“Well then, I think we are done for tonight. I’d appreciate if you’d walk me back to my building, but I think it’s best you sleep in your own room for the next several nights, so no one gets any ideas.”

“I think that would be best as well,” he agreed. They walked over to where they had left their piles of layers and started to tug them back on. Once they were dressed Shōta made his way over to the thermostat and switched the unit off. She waited by the door as he turned off the lights. Once he was next to her he offered her his arm and smiled. She wrapped her arm around his and they walked towards her building. This time they walked a bit slower as the snow had stopped at some point while they were inside training. Once they reached her building Akane felt a twang of sadness hit her heart. She knew as the teacher of the leading class of upcoming superheroes at the leading school for training upcoming superheroes his days wouldn’t always be this leisurely. She wasn’t sure when she’d get to see him again.

“Let me have your phone number so that way when things pick up here in a few days and I can’t see you for a while I can at least keep in touch with you, so you know why,” he said almost as if he had read her mind. She dug out her phone and put it in his hand. He pulled off one of his gloves and typed his contact information into her phone. He handed it back to her and she immediately texted him her name, so he had her number.

“There now whenever you get caught up training the next generation of Toshi’s I’ll at least know you’re not dead,” she said seriously.

“Would it be okay if I stole one more kiss before we don’t have the ability to be alone together again?” She nodded and he closed the small gap between them. He kissed her deeply but briefly so as to avoid attracting any attention. When she closed the door to the building behind her Akane’s heart sank a little more.

It was two weeks before Shōta and her found themselves alone together again. During those two weeks four days he and his class had been off campus on some kind of training exercise or another. Akane spent most of the time doing her work with the same pace and tenacity as before. She couldn’t allow this to affect her work. Her routine of making sure his classroom smelled like lavender instead of harsh chemicals never faltered. She made all the other classrooms smell like vanilla, but she had learned from the one magazine interview he had given when he was still an up-and-coming superhero that he loved the smell of lavender.

During the days he was on campus they would occasionally see each other. They’d pass in the hallways, and he’d shoot her a smile followed by a text that ranged from “Hope this isn’t too much but I do miss you” to “you should be practicing your quirk even if I’m not there to guide you.” The first one always made her respond with “it’s not too much, I miss you too.” The second one always got a response of multiple eye rolling emojis. He usually ignored those. Everything else always got a different response. Two days before he returned from the training trip, he told her he would have time the day after he got back and wanted to know if she wanted to hang out. She had agreed only if he promised that if she proved she’d been training that they would do literally anything else. So, he agreed and invited her back to his dorm building.

“Alright show me what you’ve got,” he said once they were settled in his room. Akane was tucked underneath his Kotatsu table, and he was sitting on the couch with a beer in his hand. Akane focused on her quirk and changed her face. In twenty seconds, her face looked like Shōta’s. In another twenty seconds it looked like Hizashi’s face. Then twenty seconds later she looked like Kaya. She had taken this seriously and now it no longer took her several full minutes to change her features.

“Okay you have been practicing,” he exclaimed as she made her face look like her own again. She proudly took a drink from her wine cooler and then smiled at him.

“I told you I was practicing Mr. Teacher Man,” she teased. He set down his beer on the table and slid onto the floor next to her on his knees.

“Say that again if you want to end up pinned to this floor with my tongue down your throat,” he growled out softly. Akane squealed as her face turned bright red and scooted back a little bit from him.

“Okay I promise I’ll stop teasing you,” she giggled as she held up her hands in surrender. He smirked as he tucked himself under the table too and took another swig of his beer. “Though since it is my nature it’s going to be hard. Though maybe that’s why….”

“Akane don’t. I know what you’re thinking. Don’t. No one deserves to be assaulted the way you were, do not blame yourself. I’m sorry if my response triggered you and I can promise to never respond that way again if you tell me to,” his voice had taken on that soft tone again that had a way of soothing Akane to her core.

“Okay Zawa I won’t and don’t worry you didn’t do anything wrong. If it wasn’t for us taking this slowly, I would have teased you again, but I don’t want to rush you or myself,” she explained. His face grew a little darker but not in an angry way, it was more playful than it was this morning.

“It’s up to you Akane. All of it. If you want to tease me until I pounce on you and kiss you until you’re dizzy, do it. If you want to grab my remote and put something on the tv and pretend this never happened, then do it. Everything that does or does not happen between us is entirely up to you,” he explained in that soothing voice again.

“Well then Mr. Teacher Man why don’t you put your money where your mouth is,” she taunted. In an instant he had her pinned to the floor with his hands on her hips and his body mostly pressed into hers. He didn’t pounce on her hard enough to make her hit her head hard, but she still gasped a little bit. His mouth claimed hers and she wrapped her arms around his back. As his lips coaxed hers open, she tangled one hand into his hair and let his tongue slide into her mouth. The taste of him flooded Akane’s senses as he licked at her tongue slowly. She felt a moan well up in her chest and cut it off before it could escape her lips. He licked her tongue again almost as if he wanted her to moan and she couldn’t stop it this time. The moan floated from her lips and his hands on her hips tightened. He licked her tongue again more eagerly this time and she licked his back. Their tongues and breath intermingled as his hands stayed right on her hips. She kept one hand in his hair and the other on his lower back. His taste filled her head and made her start to slip into a space she hadn’t been able to be in in a while. His lips trailed along her cheek and stopped at her ear.

“Would you like me to stop,” he breathed against her ear. She shook her head.

“Please not yet.” His lips were soft on her ear as he whispered in it again.

“Then may I kiss down your neck and move my hands elsewhere?” She nodded again, not even bothering to ask where his hands were going to end up at, she trusted him. The feeling of his lips on her neck only heightened the feeling of his hands sliding up and they came to rest a couple of inches below her breasts but still mostly on her sides. Her breath hitched in her throat, and he stopped.

“Please don’t stop. I’ll tell you when you need to stop.” He kept kissing her neck and left his hands right where they were. She tugged at his hair a little bit and he moaned against her skin.

“Oh, Akane that’s a bit of a dangerous button to be pushing.” The warning in his voice was clear. Akane might have been bolder in the past, but she simply let up on the pressure on his hair. His lips continued to make their way down her neck and once he reached her collar bone, he started to kiss his way back up. He hesitantly slid one of his hands up to rest right under her breast and when she didn’t object, he didn’t move it. Akane’s head was spinning in the best way possible as he grabbed her hands and pinned them to the floor as he bit her neck right below her ear.

"Too much.” He immediately stopped and pulled away from her. He helped her sit up and blushed.

“Sorry I should have asked first,” he muttered as he rubbed the back of his neck.

“It’s alright Zawa I promise. You got caught up in the moment,” she said and grabbed his hand softly. He looked at her and when he saw there was only sincerity on her face he relaxed. “Well then let’s watch a movie and then I can walk you back to your building,” he said. She nodded and leaned into him. They settled on a random action movie and cuddled the whole time they watched it. When he left her at her building, he stole another kiss with the promise to see her tomorrow before he wouldn’t be able to for a bit. She would spend every moment until then replaying every second of that passionate make out scene.

Please do not reupload this anywhere. If anyone ever sees my original work uploaded anywhere please let me know. I only post here for now. One day I might actually move things over to my Ko-fi

Here is chapter one in case you come across this post first

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#13 Shota Aizawa x Nakano (MHA OC

'the offer'

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The next day you dragged yourself halfheartedly back into UA's main building, your legs and arms recovered from what happened yesterday, but due to a sleepless night you felt yourself lose more and more focus on your surroundings. If you don't manage to get a hold of yourself and your quirk, at least back to the same degree as five months ago, Mr. Aizawa may find another reason to call you unfit for this school.

You shouldn't have let yourself go that much while you moved to Japan five months ago. While you thought it would be a good thing to move earlier to get used to the different life style, you now also missed out on the few people back home that still wanted to train with you. With them you always worked out together, their existence made it impossible for you to say "Another day/Tomorrow maybe...". But now, on your own, you had free reign over yourself, became way too slack with your own discipline.

Look where it got you. Yeah maybe UA accepted you...but your current fitness is much worse than the last month you had spent in America, you had been at the top of your game, going stronger each month. "Hey! Kaneko! Wait up!" Someone shouts behind you as you walk into the building that housed your classroom. Looking over your shoulder, you see a different Blonde from your new class. What was his name again?

"Oh hey..." You made it obvious with your tone that you never really caught his name, embarrassing for you, really. "Oh it's Kaminari. Buuut if you want to, you can also call me Denki!" Did he really just allow you to use his first name? How long did you know each other? "T-thanks...but I'll stick with Kaminari until we know each other a bit better...alright? It would seem rude if i begin calling you on first name Basis just like that..." Even if he allowed you to do so, you thought friendship always took a little while.

"Of course, that's fine. Wanna go to class together?" He seemed alright with you preferring his last name for now, probably not even giving it much of a thought either as you slowly nod at his request and followed him to the elevator in the big entrance area.

"You showed Bakugou really who's boss yesterday, huh?" He asks on the way up, a bright grin on his face as he looked at you with some level of basic admiration, "Eh, i didn't do it for that."

Big lie, biggest yet. More to come...

"I simply wanted to show my own worth..." "About that, isn't weird that we had to show Mr. Aizawa our quirks' abilities even though we got through the exams just fine?"

De- Kaminari was right, it was a bit weird, especially since you're quite sure that the teachers have been watching the full extend of the exams with cameras around the city-replica battle arena that got used for the exam. You knew because in your first and second year in NYC you had been your Teacher's aid and had been partially watching the exams of the new students that came into school after your class reached the next grade.

It wouldn't be much different here than back in America, right? Even if the stuff that got taught was somewhat different, the schools' systems would be fairly similar.

"That's true... but i'm sure Mr. Aizawa had his personal reasons?" The blonde squints at you in surprise at your words for your new teacher, "But weren't you the one who was ready to start a fight with said teacher for a pair of glasses? Why so tame now?"

Good question, maybe because he wasn't half as bad as your mind made him out to be after he actually praised your quirk's possible potential once everyone was gone...or maybe because you actually thought about taking his deal of him giving you some private tutoring? "Sometimes people start on a bad foot..." You give as your unfortunately just half-assed explanation, wishing you could still form a smart explanation instead, as the sliding door opened, letting the two of you out of the elevator and into the hallway of first year students' floor.

"God, i wish teachers at my old school would've been so cool looking as Mr. Aizawa!" Kaminari whines as you enter the classroom, the next surprise awaiting the blonde as it seemed that the both of you had been the first ones here yet. Not even... what's her name? Yaoyorozu? Right. Her... Slipped through the exam tests by literally nothing but recommendation. In NYC, you also got in due to recommendation, by your parents who taught at the school at the same time. Same treatment as all your other siblings, the one thing they did equally for their children.

The difference? Even then, future students still had to finish and pass the exams. No extra bonus just because a pro hero was like 'Yeah, she'll be good, i guess...'

You're truly surprised that she wasn't already sitting at her desk, ready to be a "recommended" smartass. You're most likely being also too harsh on her, just like with the other Blondie. The hot head. But you're difficult with people at the beginning, their worst attributes tend to stand out first for you.

Remembering that Kaminari had said something beforehand, you reply to him while unpacking your backpack for the first class in a few minutes, albeit with some difficulties as you felt your eyes unfocus once more. So tired... "Well, you're probably from Middle School, I'm guessing? 99% of teachers you knew beforehand, probably weren't pro heroes like Mr. Aizawa..."

Kaminari hummed from his seat behind you, playing with the blackboard's chalky sponge in his "before class boredom", "So I'm taking it that even though you're from abroad, you know some about the Pro Heroes existing in Japan?"

The voice, similarly tired as yours, came from the floor and now that you actually looked behind the wooden desk at the front, you saw the same yellow sleeping bag from yesterday. He was already here the whole time!

"Quick, Kaneko, list all Pro Heroes in Japan!" The blonde jokes, definitely having gotten that one from somewhere on the internet as you begin to grow a tad red. In all honesty, you did know some of them, but not all of them. The ones you knew about the best were All Might, Present Mic, Hawks, Endeavor and Eraserhead. Last one currently acting up as a yellow plastic caterpillar. Or mummy. Depends, the sleep deprived jury is still out.

"Knowing about the people you're trying to follow in their footsteps can be truly great motivation. Learning about them shows you what you still might need to learn yourself to be the hero you plan to become." Mr. Aizawa mumbles, clearly not showing any attempt at least sitting up in his human cocoon. But still, pretty inspiring and kind words, after yesterday though you thought that he was the kind of teacher that didn't show his kindness to everyone of his students, "But you also need to work on your own abilities instead of hyping up the older generation. Don't just research their achievements, find out about their mistakes and work on yourself to not make the same ones too." And of course...there was the tough-love remark.

When he talked with you yesterday, he threw a lot of these at your aching head, fully making use of the fact that you couldn't just leave him standing there since he had your sunglasses.

"Yes, Sensei, i know... And i will. I'm gonna work real hard on myself!" You claim now with the last of your enthusiasm, shakily standing up from your place to give your words a bit more weight, no matter if he saw that from his current place on the ground. But Kaminari watching you, it made him jump up as well, "Oh yeah, me too! You bet it, Kaneko! Mr. Aizawa!" Kaminari shouts just so much louder than you, cheering himself on as you already let yourself fall back into you wooden chair without hiding your obvious exhaustion any further. You couldn't sleep all night, thinking hours upon hours about the offer of your teacher.

You would ask Ochako or someone else for their opinion but you deemed his offer for just your ears, after all he would've given said offer to everyone else too otherwise, right? But why did he give you that offer in the first place...was it the same reason everyone else in your family joked about your quirk? He probably only offered his help because he thought you're too weak to do it on your own...after all he couldn't know that your performance was praised by your school. Before the accident.

And as you had already accepted, your past self in America would also call your current performance weak. To break down like this after nothing but a simple Quirk Test for first year students. You're so pathetic, such a fucking stupid joke...the exact waste of space your family uses to call you.

"Kaneko. Wake up from your daydream, you once again didn't listen to what I said, or am I wrong?" No. Mr. Aizawa was right, you heard not a single word of what he apparently said. You didn't even realize the one and only mountain of a hero, All Might, next to him. So instead of lying to them and to yourself, you shake your head, hanging your head down in shame. You're so...tired. In the past you've been awake for days without breaks for your endurance training, all to draw out more time from your quirks sadly limited activation, even that had been thrown out of the window in these five months it seems.

What a failure.

"I-i'm so very sorry, Aizawa Sensei. Could you...please repeat the assignment for me?" You ask as polite as you could, showing your classmates — who all collected in the hallway behind the two pro heroes — and the two teachers that you had a very different side to your usually difficult to handle personality. Even if you felt like your actual brain was still somewhere back home in bed right now, catching up on the rest it actually now needed. "I'll make one excuse but ju–" "Now wait just a moment, Aizawa. Look at her, she seems... awfully exhausted?" All Might himself interrupts your teacher, who glared up at him from his scarf, "What about it. Heroes are tired all the time, they can't hide from a battle just because they are exhausted. Isn't that right?"

The question targeted at All Might sounded a lot more personal than the taller individual probably liked, slightly backing away before he stood his ground once more, "No matter your opinion, Aizawa, since i am the teacher for the class's battle training, it's also my say who's even capable of attending." All Might exclaims loudly, staying adamant about keeping you out of the first battle training today. So that's what's on todays lesson-plan, a battle training.

One team would be the heroes, one the villains. That type of physical lesson also existed in NYC and you tended to like those. It let you strategize for something that could very well become a very serious reality. Much like Student vs. Student or vs. Teacher training or Rescue training.

Rescue training was something you sometimes struggled at because your quirk may be definitely possible to be used for defense, or for support. But all your training had been mostly offense heavy because that's what your parents pushed you into. All with the childish and outdated idea of support heroes being weaker than the "actual" front force.

Bunch of garbage in your eyes, every hero had it's greater use, that's how you wanted to see this world. There is a use for everyone...

Right?

"What do you want to tell me with that?" "That i will NOT take young Kaneko with the rest of the class today. I do not want my students collapsing mid-exercise and neither do you, right?" Mr. Aizawa crossed his arms as his dark eyes wander over to you, fixated on yours. For a moment, he seems to look you all over, seeing your upper body lying somewhat pathetically on your school desk by now, before he exhales in defeat. "Fine. I'll take care of her. You take the class as planned, alright?"

Very satisfied with Mr. Aizawa's decision, the taller, buffer hero grins even wider with a thumbs up, not just for his colleague but also towards you, "Always make sure to get a full night of rest, young Kaneko! Now, let's go Class, your training awaits!"

Nodding from your desk, also giving back a thumbs up, albeit less enthusiastic than All Might's, you watch your classmates leave you behind with your homeroom teacher. Kaminari and Ochako visibly looking worried for you as they turned around to follow All Might as well.

Now you're left alone with Mr. Aizawa, who tsked at you, probably with deserved disappointment, "I remember telling you to rest up for today, that you would need it. Guess, with you especially, i can actually run my mouth for nothing at all, huh?"

Right, he told you to rest. But how are you supposed to do so if all your head was filled with was ways of how you could fail him, how you could fail anybody that trusted you, which weren't all that many anymore to be honest. Not in NYC. Not after what happened.

"I couldn't...i really tried, but i couldn't." You meekly tell the tall man, knowing exactly that he now probably was back to thinking you're weak or something similar because you couldn't even manage to rest your body. So simple, yet sometimes so impossible.

"Maybe...ugh...i know that feeling..." He did? You're quite shocked as you heard those words, mouth opening to gesture said shock too as you tried to sit up more straight for your teacher. "You do?" "Why exactly did you think i sleep in class?"

Maybe because he was lazy? Because he wasn't exactly a fan of teaching? Or this school — you still thought those are the reasons as well. Anything but the idea that maybe he also sometimes also didn't get any sleep at night passed your thoughts. Once again, you realize that maybe you have judged a person too early. "I'm sorry, Mr. Aizawa..." You apologized out of reflex, without even knowing if he knew what you thought about him beforehand. "Stop fucking apologizing and start doing better. Then you won't have to constantly apologize for the stupid shit you do..."

Of course you were trying to do better, but it was hard when you constantly had the pressure from abroad on your shoulders. You didn't want to be abandoned but at the same time whenever you tried working for it not to happen, the fear basically ate you up.

"Now that we got a minute alone, did you at least manage to think about the offer?"

At the mention of the said offer from yesterday, you drove down your seat slightly, discomfort written onto your face as you look over to him, still standing in the doorway, probably not giving a flying fuck about where he now stood to talk to his student. "Don't give me such a look, i told you it's your choice. No matter how you choose, the end result would only haunt you." Right, haunt was the correct word for your fear.

It haunts you, to this day.

You didn't want to hurt Mr. Aizawa, he's just your teacher, he just offered you his — surely once in a lifetime — help. If it happened again, but now to him...you wouldn't be able to live with something like that a second time!

"I know... that's...not it." You mumble, feeling the difficulty of even thinking about that day. It all went so well before it happened. He was proud of you too, celebrated your milestones when your parents didn't even bat an eye at them. Mr. Aizawa eyed you with the intention of asking you of the 'why' right now, when he realized that you're still just about there to hold a conversation. Your energy left you rather quickly today, feeling the regret of getting out of bed before you even left your home. "Tell me about it while you eat, you're still my responsibility. If you collapse, it's my fault. Even if you don't get it done to sleep right."

At first you didn't know exactly what he wanted from you, if you should eat right here or not. Until he turned around, waving you after him. Silently nodding, even though he wouldn't even see it, you took your backpack after packing back up your utensils before you went after him, already with enough questions in your head to fill at least a whole school lesson. Both of you ended up two floors lower, on a floor you were formerly told by Present Mic himself that you shouldn't enter unless your current teacher had ordered you to. It was the floor for teachers only, so most likely with their break rooms, meeting rooms and the principals office... wasn't the principal of the UA a mouse? Or was he dog?

Maybe it also held the school's briefing room for emergencies? Did the UA have one like the school in NYC? They had to, the UA was far more advanced and clearly more heavily funded by the state and the agencies than NYC's even could be, no matter how grand your old one was. The UA is a whole different caliber. "Stop thinking about irrelevant stuff...I'm getting tired of holding the damn door open." Mr. Aizawa pulled you from your internal brain chatter as if he knew that being on said floor caused all kinds of theories to pop up in your brain.

"And don't you dare say 'I'm sorry'...i don't want to hear it. Just try to look less obvious when you're, for some special miracle, start using your head."

Giving him a quick 'Yes, sensei', clearly struggling to hold back the now forbidden two words as you squeeze past him into the room. As you take in the big lounge, your teacher quietly watches you instead...well, for a few seconds, "Go sit down at one of the couches, I'll be back in a few minutes...look lively in the meantime." He orders you before already having left you behind, taking the route back to the elevator. As his footsteps faded in the hallway, so did your questions you had been ready to ask him, making sure to try and remember them for later.

Not knowing what to do while he was gone, other than of course actually sitting down because he told you too, you stare into the pleasantly cooled air and try to analyze some of the furniture in the apparent teachers lounge.

How come that a break room for teachers has...has beanbags? You were very sure that most of the teacher at the UA are Pro Heroes, professionals in their careers. So what are beanbags doing in an equally professional school?

One of them practically screamed at you to sit in it, a black one with dark red and grey spots. Even if tired, mischief was never not an option for you. If sitting in a beanbag instead of on a couch as he told you to was actually mischief. Not giving it anymore care than you could offer, you switch your resting place from the couch to said beanbag. Immediately you felt your body sink into it, a delighted gasp leaving your lips. Beanbags are so...comfy~!

Comfy enough to forget that you probably should've stayed awake...

Mr. Aizawa surely didn't have you just suddenly napping in a teachers lounge in mind when he took you down here. Food, that was all of it. After that, he would probably let you write down some stupid text in exchange for not being able to join the battle training, all while he slept himself. It didn't take a minute for your eyes to fall shut and stay shut, your mouth just slightly hanging open as you began to softly snore and mumble incoherent garbage.

"I said 'lively' not 'roadkill'..." His deadpan voice ripped you from your all too gratifying nap time, not noticing the glare you automatically sent him instead. Thankfully he couldn't see that through the darker sunglasses of yours. "Here. Eat up..." He hands you a warm Styrofoam box that smelled botheringly familiar. Opening it, you realize why: It's the curry from the restaurant you sometimes went to if you forgot to buy food to cook yourself and the supermarkets had already closed.

Pulling your eyes off of surprisingly your favorite food from said favorite restaurant, you saw him flop down onto a chair nearby, eyeing you back, with his unreadable but probably simply tired dark eyes. "Only one box? Are you not going to eat?" You dared to speak the first words in the pressured silence of a student and her teacher being in such an unusual situation. You both didn't know how to talk with each other outside of class without sounding weird, at least it's what you thought when you watch the tall man turn even quieter than before.

"It's about you, you're the one who barely manages to take care of herself. Or am I getting the wrong impression from you wandering after me like a zombie just now?" Guilty as charged, you avert your lighter colored eyes, definitely too proud to openly tell him he was right. In these five months you struggled to keep up with yourself and your needs. You got by, sure, after all you're alive and not malnourished. And usually you also got a great night of sleep.

But whenever a certain memory once again returns to haunt you...you become a mess, physically and mentally.

So instead of immediately giving him the gratification of being absolutely spot on with the fact that you sometimes could barely keep yourself going, you rummage through your backpack to find something. "What are you doing now, just eat alr–" You hear him stop mid-sentence as pull out your bamboo and steel lunchbox, holding it out to him.

"So you had food already? Why didn't you just tell me that?" "I want to share, sensei, please. In exchange...for the offer." You tell him with some held back volume, you didn't want to weird him out. After all he's your teacher, of only two days now too. But you definitely didn't want him to go hungry while you ate the warm and fresh curry in front of him.

Mr. Aizawa's eyes, actually now fully open instead of looking like he was ready to nap himself once more, looked down to your place in the beanbag, surprise at your own offer written over his scruffy face. "You need it more, Kaneko." He still tried to insist until you simply put the lunchbox on his lap, accidentally touching his hand in the process. He had incredibly big and warm hands. "Plates, please." You request as innocent as you could when he was about to put the lunchbox back to your side, watching him stop in his track.

Shortly, he grunts at you thinking you could just "order" him around, until he made the mistake of looking back down to you, your mouth childishly in a pout. Usually he wouldn't give it a second thought, but for some reason, maybe because you didn't seem the type to usually pout — big mistake, you pout a lot if needed — it unfortunately worked on him.

"Fine." He only adds, putting the lunchbox onto the table he just sat at with the chair turned away from it, "But get your ass out from the beanbag and sit at the table like the goddamn adult you're supposed to become..."

Pulling yourself from your comfy former napping place, careful to not spill the curry, you groan at how difficult it actually was. But eventually you actually got up, placing the still hot curry also on the table alongside the lunchbox. Mr. Aizawa already came back with two plates and two sets of cutlery that he took from the small kitchen corner in the room, placing them down.

"You better talk now, no student has ever gotten this kinda treatment from me..."

He opened the lunchbox while he told you, pulling his eyebrows up at its contents.

"Salad? Did you make that?" He somewhat cautiously asked, giving you a glance from the side, pushing his grey scarf to the side. Why won't he just take it off instead? "Yeah...does it look bad?" Why would you care? At least you knew that it tastes good, after all you had some yesterday already.

"Well...no. It looks actually pretty...good, i guess." His voice sounded a bit odd...he probably isn't much used to saying something nice about anything from a student. He's probably very used to being disappointed. Or annoyed.

But nonetheless you felt like cherishing the oddly kind words from the stoic man, "Thank you, Mr. Aizawa!" It gave you back some small amounts of energy to smile up to him. Even while sitting, he was a lot taller than you.

"Yeah yeah...but, that's quite a lot of meat, isn't it?"

Oh right, you only ate two strips yesterday, believing foolishly that it would be enough to fill your reserves for today. Obviously that was a false belief. Obviously you were a stupid fucking idiot. "Because i only ate two yesterday... thought it was enough." "Wow...that's stupid."

Thanks for kindly confirming, Mr. Aizawa...

You ate partly quietly through your now shared meal, slowly feeling better bit by bit, bite by bite. Then he continued the actual topic of discussion. He wanted you to spill the beans, he knew...he probably thought your reaction to his offer was a bit off yesterday. "Usually students would tear themselves apart to get the chance of one on one tutoring from a pro hero..." He begins after eating one of the teriyaki beef strips. The ones he actually called "kinda tasty" a few minutes beforehand.

"What happened to make you react so... irritated... at my offer to get your quirk...s under control?"

How did he know that it was connected with your past? Why couldn't you just be the kid that didn't want any special help in his eyes? "I don't know what you mean...it just surprised me."

Trying your best to act like he wasn't itching the right spot, you continue chewing your curry and some of the salad as well, which he noted as "a grotesque mix of two foods" but he also said he could care less if you at least got something into your system, "Grip the fork any tighter and it'll bend." Shit.

"Talk. Now."

You shouldn't.

You can't.

But how else will you fulfill your parents wish? Or more...their ultimatum. Become worthy enough to carry the last name Kaneko or get legitimately disowned. You had not much of a choice. It wasn't even that maybe you didn't want to be hero. Of course you wanted to be one, the best of them all if possible — hardly, with your naturally self-destructive quirks. But you also never even had the second choice of trying to become something different in the first place. Even though they didn't believe in you from day one your quirks showed themselves, they still forced you down this path.

"How does a person stop fearing their own quirk?" You ask with your eyes staring blankly at your still half filled plate, no longer trying to hide your obvious discomfort with his offer. In the end, the fork lost the battle, bending under your shaking grip on it. As you got no reply from Mr. Aizawa in a total of at least five silent minutes, you had been sure than he was questioning how you managed to even get into the Academy in NYC, nonetheless the UA.

And sometimes you did too.

"By fighting them head on, just like any other fear." The sudden acknowledgment of your question let you jolt slightly, no longer having expected a serious answer from the Pro Hero. After all it must've sounded just so silly. Afraid...of your own quirk? It made you sound like a pussy, even in your own head. But he still gave you his answer, no matter how ridiculous your question must have been to him. "And by head on...i take it that you mean accepting your offer?"

He nods as he finished his own plate, eyes wandering to your own plate. He points a finger at it, nudging you with a shoulder. It felt surreal next to the serious topic you started minutes ago, but it also reminded you of where you are. "You should eat." He adds to his nudge and pointing finger as he took himself a small portion of the left over salad.

Choosing to not point out in front of him that he seemed to like it enough to actually eat more of it, simply in his favor, you do as you're told and continue eating the curry until the plate was empty and basically licked clean. It had been getting more cold now, but it was still so good.

"And yes, that's what i mean, the more you train your body for your quirk, the easier it theoretically should become for you to handle its drawbacks...and i offer you my help and knowledge for said training." He wanted to actually help you...you couldn't believe it at first, blinking at him dumbfounded, there had only been a handful of people in your life that actually meant or even gave you such heavy promises.

Surprise, surprise...your own family has never been a part of these people. The only way they "supported" you is with money and the "permission" to stay in Japan on your own until your graduated.

Even if your body told you too, you didn't shed even one tear, not even out of happiness, as you smile up at your new teacher and now mentor as well. You had your worries about him, especially since he gave you that offer so quickly without even fully knowing what expected him with you.

You still did have certain worries, but after the talk yesterday and now today as well, you felt like you could put your trust in him. Trust him to actually train you well and reach the peak of your quirks' performances. You wanted to trust him too...it had been so long you had someone that let you follow their path and learn of their words that only you got to hear. School itself never matched the one on one training sessions you had with...with him. With them.

"I don't...i-...T-thank you, Mr. Aizawa!" You almost flew from your chair as you jump up from it, bowing down slightly to show your gratitude. He gasps a bit taken back, never having expected a student with your type of feisty personality to show themselves so thankful. Nonetheless so quickly. You must've been desperate to find someone's help...but something clearly had been on your mind as well. Something that made you so defensive about it when he asked you yesterday.

As your teacher, he would find out what had you so afraid...even if it took it's time. He wasn't the kind to be impatient anyways. And at some point you would speak on your own, he was almost sure about that.

But at least she now wasn't as exhausted as before anymore, her enthusiastic behavior currently showing so. If he could see her eyes right now...were they hopeful? Did they believe in him, did she actually believe in him?

"It's alright, Kaneko. Just one rule as of now..."

You nod, sitting back down as you realized that you still had been standing up, almost falling on top of the unkempt looking teacher.

"Nobody can know you're getting trained by me. No student, no teacher, no parents. I always said that teachers shouldn't have students that they train personally, since it gave them an unfair advantage against the other students...but now that i have one on my own, I've broken my own rule."

Understanding where his concern comes from, food helping your brain work more normally again, you nod, "Of course, Mr. Aizawa, i won't tell anyone!"

Now having filled up your inner battery, Mr. Aizawa told you what you two had to do in exchange for you not being able to tag along to today's battle training. Which had been incidentally observing Class 1-A during their Battle Training!

Now chewing on some candy you bought yourself on your short break given by the Eraser Hero, you try your best to do as Mr. Aizawa told you to and analyse the fighting styles of each of your classmates. You would have to make notes similar to Midoriya's weird little books if you wanted to keep it all in your head...

"You better still be watching them closely, you'll need it soon enough. Believe me."

You'll need it? Did he mean Battles against each other? Or something else?

What did he know that you didn't?

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Writing:

ONE-PIECE:

A Vintage Boquet (5K) : in progress, 1/2/3/4/5

Trapped in a monastery and threatened with an impending marriage, you'll strike any deal with a Pirate to escape what your father has in store for you.

MHA:

Black as Falling Ash 4/15- Shota Aizawa x Reader

Your mouth is filled with the embers of who you used to be and everything is dark as you stumble into a freedom that you don't deserve.

So why is this hobo parading as a hero even trying?

Nest Egg (12/30)- Hawks x Reader

When your old childhood friend Hawks approaches you with a rather large favor, you are left with a bit of a bird-brain.

“Marry me.” . . . You choke on your spit.

My Hero Romance: Bronze Age 3/10- Toshinori Yagi x Reader

It's a wedding, but it's not yours.

Or is it?

(Part 3! of the Saga)

BLEACH:

Blossoms and Brushes- 8/10- Byakuya Kuchiki x Reader

Your life takes a dramatic turn when you accidentally buy a painting out of pity and gain the attention of Byakuya Kuchiki.

YU-GI-OH:

Guardian ad litem- Seto Kaiba x Reader

Legally speaking, she felt Seto Kaiba had what was known as 'contemptible behavior'. Outside the courtroom, Aimi would have called him an arrogant, hateful, self-centered, intolerant, greedy waste of human tissue.

Editing:

NARUTO:

I am Not just a girl to protect (16/24)- Madara Uchiha x OC

Sayuriama Senju is beautiful, wealthy, and sister to the most powerful Shinobi in the world.

With everything at her fingertips, she finally discovers the one thing she can not have; A dark-eyed Uchiha who refuses to play by the rules.

KHR:

Castigo (10/20)- Xanxus X OC

Completed:

JUJUTSU KAISEN:

CURSED (2.7K) : One-Shot

The greatest punishment in this life wasn't your brother Gojo Satoru embarrassing you into leaving Sorcery.

It was what happened when he was gone.

LEGEND OF ZELDA:

The Queen of the King (15/15) King!Ganondorf! x Reader

One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten, Eleven, Twelve, Thirteen, Fourteen, Fifteen

Once every one hundred years, a King is born to the Gerudo, and this king is required to find a Queen of a different race.

In order for this stubborn king to find a bride worthy of his ambitions, he comes to Hyrule under the guise of renewing the treaty between the two lands. Unfortunately for you, he quickly finds the one woman for whom he is eager to wage a war.

MY HERO ACADEMIA:

The Dark Age 5/10- Villian!Toshinori Yagi x Reader

He's lean, he's mean, and he can't get over that not-adorable, teenager infatuation he's had of you, despite being the world's greatest supervillain. You have responsibilities! A nephew to raise, for heaven's sakes!

And it's only about to get worse when he decides to take things to the 'next level'.

A03 Link: Big Guy Bad, Baby Good (4/4)

Tumblr: Dad Smite: Evil!Toshinori Yagi x Reader

Of course, you didn't just stop the giant man because he was a beefy dream cake. He was holding that little green-haired baby wrong!

Dad-Smite has no idea what parenthood entails.

Namely, you.

My Hero Romance: Origin- Toshinori Yagi x Reader

If you couldn't be Nana's favorite then at least you could hate that Toshinori Yagi.

(Young!) Toshi x (Kid!) Reader

My Hero Romance: Young Age- Toshinori Yagi x Reader

“That is not a guy you call a mere boyfriend,” Your friend shouted, beside you. “That is a man you call daddy.”

And who is this Todoroki guy who has been invading your personal space? Is this a love triangle? Or was it parallel lines all along?

Mistletoe Meltdown- Mirio Togata x Reader

The Mistletoe Meltdown is where UA students meet at midnight under the belltower and bestow a big smacker on their crush. Mirio declares that he is going.

Put two and two together.

Erase the Night- Shota Aizawa x Reader

It's NYE and Aizawa is about to make a new resolution.

“I’m sure we can come to a logical compromise.” He said, all too pleased with himself. You bared your teeth.

“A what?”

White as the Driven Snow- Overhaul x Reader

Chosen from the crowd thanks to your lineage, singular in your purity, Overhaul chooses you to be his. Even if you are determined to get away, it's hard to refuse a man who can rip you to shreds with one touch.

NARUTO:

Superfan (10/10)- Kakashi Hatake X OC

Mihoko new tenant has dogs. Talking dogs. And he may also be the Hokage, but he's not going to tell her that.

Vixen- (3/3) Madara Uchiha x Reader

If you add fuel to a fire, the blaze will consume everything nearby.

I'll Marry You IF You Become Hokage! - (2/2) Naruto x reader

BLEACH:

Rubbed the Wrong Way (5/5) Shinji Hirako X Reader

He was a moron who was persistently in love with you.

HUNTER X HUNTER:

High in the Sky (ONESHOT) Kite x Reader

He was always prone to wandering off but he always came back.

This time he didn't.

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[proship-ghost]

My favorite ships from my favorite fandoms (that I recall) as a proshipper and multishipper;

My Hero Academia (the most):

Students:

Ochako Uraraka x Katsuki Bakugou

Ochako Uraraka x Toga Himiko

Ochako Uraraka x The Dekusquad (basically the whole group as a Polycule, and can include her and everyone within the group as a couple, throuple, etc.)

Bakugou x The Bakusquad (the same as the Dekusquad)

Shinsou x Denki

Shinsou x Monoma

Proheroes:

Shota Aizawa x Present Mic (I forget his proper name)

Shota Aizawa x Midnight

Shota Aizawa x Fatgum

Shota Aizawa x OC

Midnight x Miss Joke

Midnight x Shota Aizawa x Present Mic

Midnight x Miruko

Fatgum x OC

Villians

Mr. Compress x OC

Dabi x Shigaraki

Toga x Izuku

Steven Universe

Pearl x Rose Quartz x Greg

Garnet AKA Ruby x Sapphire

Connie x Steven

Undertale

Genos x Death

Lust x Fall

OCs x Original Sans

Frisk x Asreil(?)

General tropes

POLYCULES I love them as I am a part of them and they're (almost) always so amazing

Sunshine and happy x Dark and gloomy

Angel x Devil

Smart x Stupid

Mutual pining

MILF/DILF x Simp

My not so favorite ships (but if you ship them I'm not going to be pissy about it)

My Hero

Any Adult x Minor really - not my cup of tea.

Anything involving Mineta or Endeavor

Bakugou X Midoriya (I just don't like it personally but I can see why people ship it)

Steven Universe

Lapis x Jasper

Undertale / The Multiverse?

Flowey x Sans of any form

Papyrus x Sans of any form

Frisk x Sans

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I will do 4 characters max per headcanon request, and 1 character max per scenario. This is because a scenario takes much longer to write as it is a longer piece.

I can take potentially triggering asks, however they will be appropriately labeled once posted.

I will not write for characters under 15/16. I say this because although i do not write nsfw, there is a level of maturity when it comes to any sort of romantic scenario, and i don’t think i could really write for people younger than that considering i’m 17 myself.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝔽𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕠𝕞𝕤 𝕀 𝕨𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕣

𝕙𝕦𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕏 𝕙𝕦𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣

Hisoka (even though he’s a little odd)

Chrollo

Illumi

Leorio

Kurapika

Pretty much any phantom troupe member (even the girls, I love the women in that show)

𝕓𝕠𝕜𝕦 𝕟𝕠 𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕠 𝕒𝕔𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕒

Students

Izuku Midoriya

Shouto Todoroki

Katsuki Bakugo

Denki Kaminari

Eijirou Kirishima

Tenya Iida

Ochako Uraraka

Mina Ashido

Nejire Hado

Tamaki Amajiki

Mirio Togata

Pro-Heroes

Shota Aizawa (Eraserhead)

Rumi Usagiyama (Mirko)

Tashiro Toyomitsu (Fatgum)

Yagi Toshinori (All Might)

𝕕𝕖𝕞𝕠𝕟 𝕤𝕝𝕒𝕪𝕖𝕣

Tanjiro Kamado

Zenitsu Agatsuma

Inosuke Hashibira

Nezuko Kamado

Giyuu Tomioka

Shinobu Kocho

Muichiro Tokito

Mitsuri Kanroji

Obanai Iguro

𝕤𝕠𝕦𝕝 𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕣

Maka Albarn

Soul Eater Evans

Death the Kid

Black Star

Tsubaki Nakatsukasa

Crona Gorgon

Liz Thompson

Patty Thompson

Dr. Stein

𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕒𝕟 𝕙𝕚𝕘𝕙 𝕤𝕔𝕙𝕠𝕠𝕝 𝕙𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕔𝕝𝕦𝕓

Tamaki Suoh

Haruhi Fujioka

Kyoya Ootori

Kaoru Hitachiin

Hikaru Hitachiin

Mitskuni (honey) Haninozuka

Takashi Morinozuka

That is all for now! Please remember to be kind and I will get to your request as soon as I can!

~🍑💞

[awkwardlyqueer]

RULES LIST

Hi there! I’m James, and I enjoy writing. Here are my rules and stuff:

I don't write for incest

I don't write for hanahaki

I don't NSFW

I don't write long stories.

I don't write character x character or OC x character. Character x reader x character is alright though.

I only do x readers

You can request a max of 4 characters per request.

I write angst, fluff, platonic stuff and poly relationships. Currently I write for:

Tenya Iida

Shouto Todoroki

Katsuki Bakugou

Tomura Shigaraki

Dabi/Touya Todoroki

Neito Monoma

Amajiki Tamaki

Mirio Togata

Izuku Midoriya

Hawks/Keigo Takami

Hitoshi Shinsou

Shota Aizawa

Present Mic/Hizashi Yamada

When asking for a match up please give me your personality, appearance, and sexual orientation. Specify if you want a hero, villian or student

[yeet-man]

Ayo, what's good. I go by the name Yeet man.

Theses are the characters I will write for:

Class 1-A Students---

Midoriya Izuku

Bakugou Katsuki

Todoroki Shoto

Denki Kaminari

Eijiro Kirishima

Fumikage Tokoyami

Hanta Sero

Kyoka Jiro

Mina Ashido

Momo Yaoyorozu

Tenya Iida

Tsuyu Asui

Yuga Aoyama

Class 1-B Students---

Itsuka Kendo

Neito Monoma

Yui Kodai

Class 1-C Students---

Hitoshi Shinso

Class 1-H Students---

Mei Hatsume

Class 3-A Students---

Nejire Hado

Tamaki Amajiki

Class 3-B Students---

Mirio Togata

Pro Heroes---

Keigo Takami (Hawks)

Rumi Usagiyama (Mirko)

Shota Aizawa

Villains---

Dabi

Himiko Toga

What will I write about?

Headcanons

One shots/drabbles

Reactions

Songfics (mostly hip-hop/rap or anime songs though, I will attempt others but sorry if it's bad)

LGBTQ+ requests

Insecurities about ze body

POC/Cultures (Keep in mind, if you do ask for this dm me some info so I can write it decently)

I will also do character x character and character x reader

Things I will not write about

NSFW (Maybe later on, but not rn)

Poly relations

Teacher/students relationships

Pregnancies

Omega/Alpha verse

Drugs

Character x oc

Extra Info!

I will only be accepting 5 headcanons/reactions for the time being.

I will accept 10 one shots/drabbles/songfics. This is so I'm not overwhelmed with so many requests.

Prompts are ideal for the one shots and drabbles.

I'm currently in school right now and I'm writing my own fanfic so requests will take a bit longer.

Feel free to dm about anything including my fanfic if you'd like!

Shout out to red-riot-rat for giving me the inspiration!

Adios my friends

TAGS TO BLOCK

# yeet man nsfw hours (as the tag says, this is nsfw hours)

# yeet man thirsty hours (this tag is kinda the same as nsfw, I'm just thirsting over characters and people)

[capricorn-writer-kawaii]

Starry Night

Pairing: Shota Aizawa x female OC

Genre: Shota Aizawa X female OC fluff, angst, high school romance, friends to lovers, exes to lovers

Words: 800, one-shot

Summary: Eraser Head remembers his U.A. sweetheart

A/N: first time posting something here 🥰 This short scene came out just as a drabble of a more elaborated story I’m trying to pull together. I hope you like it :)

Another night on watch. 

Although Eraser Head had been doing that for numerous years and despite being used to spending most of the night in the company of the city, he particularly enjoyed nights like that. It was cool and quiet, even criminals decided to give him a break. Yet, what he enjoyed most about that night was not having little work, but how starry the sky was. Looking at the stars had always made him feel relaxed, accompanied, and even happy. 

Sitting on rooftops to stargaze produced a unique effect on his chest, it felt warmer. Had it always been like this? The hero wondered. No. He didn't remember enjoying starry nights when he was a child, nor during his first years of school. No… it wasn't always like that. It was for her. She was the one who taught him to love the stars, to actually love.

Years ago...

It was his last year at the hero academy, when students were allowed to sleep in the U.A.'s dorms. Thanks to the Hero Work-Studies, young students could be employed by famous hero agencies throughout the school year. As expected, some days they finished their duties at night and their homeroom teachers preferred that they not return home alone. It didn't matter if the majority of students were already adults, they were asked to spend the night at the dorms.

Aizawa had spent so many nights in his room at the U.A. that he barely remembered how it felt to sleep in any other bed but that one. And that night wasn't the exception, it was already midnight when he took off his hero costume and grabbed some joggers and a black hoodie. He was looking at his watch when someone opened his window.

"What are you doing here?" The boy asked, unable to help but smile as he opened, even more, the window for a beautiful girl. “One day you'll get caught red-handed." He warned helping her into his room.

“Not today," The girl replied winking at him.

Aizawa let out a shy giggle.

The quirk of converting energy at her whim was fabulous and she knew how to get the most out of it. Like that night, she did not have a hard time using the energy of the wind, directing it at her feet and being able to reach Aizawa's window without anyone noticing her.

“Don't tell me you were going to sleep, Shota! Not with a night like this one!"

"Actually I was about to..."

"There's no time to lose! Are you coming?" She asked offering him her hand.

Aizawa didn't think twice and almost immediately he was grabbing her hand. Thanks to her quirk and his binding cloth's control, they were soon sitting comfortably on the roof of a building. 

It was a long time knowing each other, sharing days and nights together. They had reached a point in their relationship where words were unnecessary. They loved to accompany each other, having the other by their side was all they needed to recover their energy and keep going.

After a silence, Aizawa cleared his throat, he always did it when he was nervous, and she was too good at reading him to recognize every gesture of his body language.

“I had already noticed how clear the sky was.” The boy commented with his gaze fixed on the stars. “I was sure that no matter what you were doing, you had stopped for a moment to enjoy the view."

“I didn't stop, I ran even more. I needed to get to you quickly; otherwise, we wouldn't have seen this together." She answered as she rested her head on Aizawa's shoulder, who smiled tenderly before kissing her forehead. 

Then, the young hero took the girl's chin and looked at her face with his tired but lovely eyes.

"If you had taken a minute longer, I'd have been the one to come through your window and bring you here. I was just looking at the hour, checking if it was time to look for you when you came in." He whispered with a smile and getting so close that they were already brushing their lips.

Aizawa was introverted and shy, social interactions were not his thing, especially in public. However, when he loved a person, he gave his heart and soul to that person. Besides, even if it was incredible for someone who didn't know him, the young hero was surprisingly direct, he didn't beat around the bush. Therefore, when Aizawa was aware of his true feelings, even his shyness did not silence him, he was honest, opened his heart, and got the answer he dreamed about.

Twelve years after that night, the girl opened the window of her apartment and saw the starry sky.

Was Shota watching it? Would he occasionally think of her the way she thought of him? Would he miss her as she missed him?

Of course he did... time had passed, but he kept thinking about her every single day, Aizawa kept looking for her in silence during each starry night. He continued hoping in the end, it would be the two of them again.

The girl had already taken a long time, maybe it was time for him to knock on her window...

Second part

[loxbbg]

The Scarlett Hero

Chapter 1: Growing up in Hell

Masterlist

Disclamer: This was originally written for an OC but for tumblr I made it x reader

Shoto and you have been going back and forth with your training. Tommorows your first day of U.A high. You  both got into via recommendation, you  both had to take a test for what class yall  were supposed to be placed in. You both got into 1A with your scores being identical to each other. Not going to lie when your parents and Enji found out how good your scores were, basically the entire hero world of Japan knew. Speaking of parents, it's been about 2 weeks since you’ve seen your’s, either its hero works and they stay back late so by the time they come home you're asleep or having a sleepover with Shoto.

You  basically lived with the Todoroki’s for multiple reasons, sometimes it's because since your  O bāchan died  on your birthday and  called the ambulance alone as she died in your arms from a heart attack, no longer being comfortable in the big house by yourself  without remembering that. Or you didn't want Shoto and his siblings alone in the house with your uncle alone. He still yells around you, but not as loud or breaks stuff according to Sho. basically living over there 5 out of 7 days of the week, you stay over.

You had a room in the wing Shoto and yourself trains. Enji moved Shotos room away from his sibling all the way to the other side of the house when doing that he stayed at your house, when going back Enji had also built a room for you across from Shoto, but that didn't even matter because when you actually stayed the night he had moved the bed from what was supposed to be your room into his. It was big enough for it so you shared everything. You even have a chest of drawers in his room.

No one ever had a problem, Enji actually encouraged it.   Shoto was your best and only friend but Enji always whispered how ‘powerful’ your children would be. But the idea of Shoto and you ever doing that was disgusting so it was just brushed off not wanting to hear the shit he would say if yall said no.

“Are you ready for tomorrow?” You asked.You have never been to an actual school since moving to Japan it's only been homeschooling it went from your O bāchan teaching at 8 till basically studying with Enji up until now

“As ready as I'll ever be for my so called competition.” The class you're supposed to be in is supposed to be the ‘best of the best’ but all you really know is that  those kids haven't been through what Shoto and you have been through. You were born for that school.

“Just ignore whoever is there, we will be the best.” That night shoto and you  fell asleep ready for what's in store for tomorrow. For the first time in years not having to spend your entire freaking day with Enji  just you and your best friend, well him and alot of other strangers  but they can always be ignored.

This was the beginning of your freedom. Of maybe savoring whatever ‘childhood’ you could savor for the next few years, as normal as a hero in training can.

Staring up at the school in front of you, this was your first step towards being successful. Shoto stood next to you not really caring about what was inside but just seeing people. He hasn't even seen this amount of people, ever. You've only seen this amount of people when you were 8 when your parents had come back to Japan and were surrounded in the airport.

Walking through the hallways you ignored all the gasp and looks from the other students turning and talking to Shoto outside out of class 1A noticing the door was locked. You don't really understand why people were shocked to see the son of the number 2 hero and the daughter of the number 7 and 8 hero. Of course you would be here, they only accept the best of the best. When the door was opened by the janitor Shoto and yourself took seats at the back of the classroom sitting next to each other.

“Hey i’ll be right back, save my seat?”  He nodded. Walking around looking for a bathroom. After about 5 minutes of walking you found one around the support classrooms. Washing your hands you caught a glimpse of some girls staring at you in the mirror.

“Is there a problem that has you staring at me.” It came off as harsh but you  don't really want people looking at me. You're just like the rest of them aren't you supposedly supposed to be their equal.

“No! It's just, Is it true you and Todoroki are dating?” It's been an hour since you've entered this school and there are rumores.  Drying off your hands looking directly at the girl.

“Believe what you would like but Todoroki and I grew up together, were very close so take that however you would like to.” Walking out of the bathroom back to the class noticing there was a girl with scales on one part of her eye sitting in your seat.

“Sho.” he shrugged but motioned to the other seat next to him. The girl in my previous seat looked up at you confused. You just moved to the seat not wanting to cause anything unnecessary with these people.

Two male guys well more like one, one with spikey blonde hair and the other with green shaggy hair started arguing. The blonde one was yelling something about how he got into the class after seeing him fail at the test. If he really failed how did he even get into U.A did it lower its standards. The blonde was really just trying to get something out to the green haired on but he really just looked scared. Kinda pathetic really, maybe the blonde’s right is this guy even qualified to be in this class. But you got annoyed before even thinking to say anything, a voice yelled from next to Todoroki, the same person in your former seat.

“KASTUKI SHUT THE FREAK UP AND SIT DOWN WE ARE NOT DOING THE SAME SHIT WE DID IN MIDDLE SCHOOL.” He looked at her growled then sat in front of the kid he was yelling at. They obviously know each other for her to get him to stop mid yelling.

“What do you think our teacher’s gonna be like?” I can't wait to meet everyone.” the person basically shouted. Where the heck do these people think they are, a park?

“If you are here to make friends, you can pack your things right now.” A gruff voice came out.

“It took 8 seconds before you all shut up, that's not gonna work.” A zipper was heard and a man who looked more like a homeless person got behind the desk.

“Time is precious, rational students would understand that.” The pale skinned, lanky man said. He looked like he hadn't slept in days and was just worn out.

“Im Shota Aizawa. I'll be your teacher. Get up, let's go.” He walked out the class with everyone following him not really knowing what's going on.

Taglist: @fukyouthink

[multiocblog]

Greetings~! Welcome to my blog!

Just a little introduction, and some rules along with it~! ^^

Hello~! My name is Brianna but you may call me Bree~ I like to write stories, and create my own characters and such- It's what makes me happy~! And I love when I get to act like my OCs and interact with people! So, I created this blog~! (Sorry this post is quite long so be ready to read-)

To start out this blog, I have 7 OCs I will be making introductions for, so you can find out some about them, and interact with asks!

I have 2 OCs from Black Butler, 3 OCs from Diabolik Lovers, and 2 OCs from My Hero Academia! (I have many many more OCs soon to be added to this blog once I get consistent and completely settled in!)

Theres a brief intro to each at the bottom of the page!

((I write better than what I did there I swear-))

In the meantime, here are the

Rules:

No NSFW asks PLEASE! They make me very uncomfortable, and any asks I think might be dirty in any way, I will not answer.

Please make sure you put the OCs name in parenthesis or brackets so I am aware of which OC you are talking too! Ex." [To Arabella] I love your outfit! "

Please be kind! I will not accept hate comments or anything of the sort towards a subject, opinion, or an OC!

PLEASE "tag" or label accordingly to anything, slightly, definitely, or mildly triggering, even if you're not sure! I just want to make sure that everyone can scroll through my blog without having to be weary! Ex. [TW death]

Please do not flood the askbox or get mad that I don't answer right away! I can't always be online for I have a life to live outside of social media. This is purely for fun! ^^

Please no asks about r*ape, inc*st, pe*dophilia, or anything of the sort! Talk of those subjects will not be tolerated on this blog!

I am the admin to this account, therefore, I am allowed to reject or ignore ANY ask if need be.

((Rules will be updated, should the need arise.))

Bye for now~!

((OC info under read more!!))

Kyoko Komori (DL) ((OC based off the anime. Though I've heard plenty about the games, I have not yet played them, so if I get some things wrong I apologize in advance.))With Kyoko everything is the same. Yui has Cordelias heart and such and was supposed to be sent to the brothers. However, in this universe, Yui has an older sister, one year apart, whom has also been adopted, except she knows it. When she overhears something about her younger sister, her only sister, being sent away to vampires, she decides to take her place. To protect her.

Alyssa Freeman (MHA) ((I have not watched the entirety of MHA yet, and really I don't plan too anytime soon. So if I get anything wrong please correct me, and spoilers to the anime for me are welcomed. Let's just act like I've seen it all-)) Alyssa hates villains. And heros for that matter. All of them. When her apartment was destroyed from a casualty in a battle, Alyassa labeled heros as reckless and careless of the people around them. Herself and her little brother where heading back to the apartment, when she saw it crumbling down. Her parents and grandparents still inside, along with her best friend who was going to surprise Alyssa with a visit. Now she lives on the streets, doing whatever she can to provide for herself and her little brother.

Ongaku Yamada Aizawa (MHA) ((Again, haven't seen it, let's just pretend I have. Also this OC is in result of a ship. I don't really ship it, but I thought both their powers together would be cool so I thought, why not?)) When Ongaku was young, she was always bullied in 1st and 2nd grade for having two dads. One time, she got in trouble for heavily injuring a student with her voice quirk. You can insult her all you want, but not her dads. So, in 3rd grade, she kept a lie she created, that she only has one dad, Erasure Head Shota Aizawa, and that her mother died when she was born. Turns out the lie worked pretty well, people loved her and she was seen as an icon for having a prohero as a father. Shes was usually a quiet person, kept to herself, no friends, only spoke when spoken too. It was just her, her drawings and her music in her headphones. To this day, she keeps the lie, and keeps her distance, even at her new school, in U.A. (She also develops a major crush on Tenya Iida while there.👀)

Lilly and Lila Sakamaki (DL) ((Just thought I'd make one description for both bc they're twin sisters. This is also result of a ship. Ayato x Yui.)) Lilly and Lila are polar opposites despite their similar looks. Lila loves the cutesy, pink, flower stuff, and Lilly is all "tough" and "all that" (When shes really insecure-) Lilly is extremely protective over her sister, and possive too. She doesn't let any man even glance in her general direction. Basically if a man wants to ask Lila out, hes gonna have to go through some interrogation. Lila loves her sister deeply, and is basically like her sisters personal therapist. Lilly will only vent and show emotion around Lila. Lila tries to get her sister Lilly into pink, but with no prevail. Typically, you'll find Lilly hanging out with "Uncle Reiji", for she has a secret interest in his experiments and such. She'll also cuddle with Uncle Shu whenever she has time. And Lila loves hanging out with Uncle Kanato and Uncle Laito. She'll have tea partys with Kanato all the time. Lilly always tries to get Lila away from Laito. She says he's "demented" and "weird". But, Lila doesn't listen and hangs out with him anyway. Laito and Kanatos typical nickname for Lila is, Lilac or Little Flower. Both twins are vampires. Yui always teaches them about God and how to be selfless and kind, while Ayato plays sports with Lilly and cute video games (like Animal Crossing) with Lila.

Arabella Phantomhive (BB) ((This OC is placed in the future, and based off a ship, Ciel X Lizzy. Please be aware that, even though my OC speaks multiple languages, I do NOT. So, as bad as it sounds, I'll probably use Google Translate if I must use another language-😅 ) When Ciel and Lizzy are older and married, they have a little girl. Half human. Half demon. Arabella was taught how to be a lady, ballet, and sword fighting by her mother. And she was taught chess, ballroom dancing and more sword fighting by her father. Instead of going to a school, little Ara was homeschooled, by Sebastian, the Phantomhive Butler. He taught her multiple languages, such as Russian, Chinese, Japanese, Spanish, and her personal favorite, French. Time skip to the age of 10, she saw her mother murdered before her, and her father taken by some strange light beings. Having been raised by Sebastian since then, now she's 17, running the Funtom company, and determined to avenge her mother and find her father. :)

Robert Trancy (BB) ((This OC correlates with the Arabella OC, and is in the same storyline.)) Robert J. Trancy was his sweet Arabellas betrothed since birth. Even though it is set to be an arranged marriage, Robert always had a crush on his Arabella, and was awaiting the day to marry his beloved. Robert is a sensitive and kind boy, but sarcastic and joking all the same having been raised by Alois Trancy. He has no idea of whom his mother is, and was always told she died when he was born. At the age of 6, it was at a party when he saw his father dead on the floor of the long corridor. He didn't exactly see his fathers death, but he heard it, and knew exactly who did it. Ciel Phantomhive. He was determined to make his revenge. Having made a contract with Claude, his fathers old butler, he now lives alone in the manor, sending all the old servants away, except Claude. He makes frequent visits to his sweet Blue Rose however. He's a very insecure boy, full of anger, bitterness, jealousy, and sadness, but hides it well behind humor and love for his bride-to-be.

That was very long- and for that I apologize-