#aizawa is shinsou's dad

[fluff-n-cookies]

mrrps n chirps

Shinsou and Aizawa with a child with a Cat quirk owns my heart.

For example, imagine the reader is Just a lil' baby and whenever they need her attention, they Just call out her name, and in return. she, on instinct, will mrrp in response and whips her head around to see what happened an hopefully get/earn some head Pats. (like a cat!)

unless you're shinsou Since HE has been ABUSING his Mrrp powers.

he will Just randomly Call out your name to annoy you and now, you Just ignore him.

and now, he could be PLEADING for help as he is eaten by feral dogs but you won't budge. if anything you'll attempt to play with the dogs as he is eaten.

AND IT'S THE COMPLETE OPPOSITE WITH AIZAWA.

Conversations with aizawa go something like it is:

Aizawa:"(y/n), baby, honey, have you Seen Shinsou?"

baby (y/n): "mrrp."

Aizawa : "oh, I did not Know that!"

baby (y/n) : "mrrrp"

Aizawa: "well okay, it's been nice talking to you but I need to go find your brother BUT I WILL tuck you in tonight K? K.''

and when your excited and do that Iil' chirp IT'S OVER THEIR HEARTS ARE MELTING oh would you look at that it's now a puddle.

and they do anything for it!

plushies? done. Snacks? done. ALL the CUDDLES in the WORLD?!?! DONE. Just please chirp, they are addicted to it like it's the worlds strongest drug!

and if you ever cuddle up to them while they are grading or studying and start purring it's practically a dream come true! that's it. this is their life now.

Because everything is right now, all is good in the world and there is no-where else they'd rather be. maybe that's because they can finally relax now, Knowing you, their top priority, is safe in their arms, purring.

[maapllee]

★ SHINSOU X READER

▻ Summary: You and Shinsou get caught by his mentor. [implied fem reader, aged up characters.]

▻ Fluff, awkward stuff, hope you like it <3

☁ I try to hide it in my face and it don't work, you see through that I just wanna get with you... ☁

A/n: good luck to those of you who have exams!

What is this, a funeral? Play some music: You right by Doja Cat

☀︎

You walked into the lounge behind the staff room to check on Eri. Present Mic being your mentor and Eraserhead being Shinsou's, you both had special privileges. One of them being steaming hot coffee on cold days.

Eri was lying on her tummy on the floor, colouring with pastels. "[Onee/ Onii] -san, you're back!" she exclaimed joyfully, jumping into your arms. You chuckled, catching the small child and encasing her in your arms. Eraserhead had put you on Eri-watch duty since he'd be busy for the rest of the evening. "Look! Look! I drew Papa Mic and Dada holding hands in front of their house and You and Onii san holding hands in the yard!" Eri showed you excitedly. "You're so good at drawing, Eri-chan!" You exclaimed while kneeling down to the now beaming girl's level. "Wait a minu- Why are me and Shinsou holding hands??"

"Mmm. Very interesting." A voice came from behind you, which you responded to with a squeak. Eri ran into the Shinsou's arms, the artwork now forgotten. "Shin! Don't scare us like that." You said while telling him off. "Oh, boo hoo. I can't help that you're a scardey cat." Shinsou said, rolling his eyes and walking towards the sofa. "You sneak up behind a person and then make fun of them for being surprised? What a bleak time to live in." You tutted, shaking your head sarcastically. "Enough bickering, Y/N. There are more important matters at hand, like watching Cinderella." Eri cheered happily as you sat on the couch, Shinsou starting the movie. Eri cuddled into you as she sang along to the songs, having watched the movie before.

"I'll head to the vending machine, Do you guys want anything?" You piped up, feeling thirsty. Eri, absorbed in the movie with her mouth agape shook her head half-mindedly. Standing up, you made your way to the corridor. Looking out the windows, you saw the trees gently swaying in the wind, highlights of the golden sunlight illuminating the bark. It was almost sundown, you thought to yourself. Sensei would be back soon. Standing in front of the machine, you kicked it. The darn thing was acting up again. Your head turned at hearing soft footsteps from the other side of the corridor. It was the purple-haired idiot dragging his feet along the floor, yawning while rubbing the back of his head. "Eri's asleep so I thought I'd give you some company." Shinsou said, mid-yawn. "Hmph. Like I'd savour your company." You stated, pursing your lips.

Shinsou backed you into the wall. "Speak up, pretty girl." Shinsou smirked while looking into your eyes. Smirking yourself, "In simpler words your pea brain can understand- you're boring." Tilting his head, Shinsou closed the gap between you two. "That's not what you were saying last night." He said, now nipping at your neck. "We should stop Shin, we need to get back to Eri-chan." You two jumped away from each other when a loud yawn interrupted your moment, the both of you looking in the direction of the disturbance. Eri was walking towards you two, sleepily rubbing her eyes. "The movie's almost oveer.." Eri wailed, putting her hands up wanting to be picked up. Big bro Shinsou swooped in, picking her off her feet.

☾

Shinsou put a cranky Eri to sleep as you stood leaning on one of the desks while looking at the now-black sky through the huge windows. You yawned, feeling sluggish yourself. You made a mental note of the things you'd have to do when you got back to the dorms. Rubbing your eyes, you looked at Shinsou who was now walking towards you. He stretched his arm to reach behind you, turning the lights down to dim the room. Your eyes wandered the room, falling on Eri, whose chest rose and fell as she breathed softly. Shinsou moved to stand in front of you, placing his hands on your hips and nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck. His hands snaked up to your back as you held him close, wordlessly. "Tired?" You chuckled, running your hands through his hair to comfort him. "I think I should change my name to Mr.Eyebags at this point." Shinsou joked, his hands now roaming your body.

You let out a gasp as your body made a 'thud' sound as it came into contact with the desk. Your hands were above your head, held firmly in place by Shinsou's muscular arms. You tried to wiggle out of his grasp, whining about how Eri was in the room and how Aizawa Sensei would be back any moment. Shinsou hunched over you, shushing you by placing a slender finger on your pouty lips. Not wanting to look at him, you turned your head in rebellion. "Oh, is that how you're going to play princess?" Shinsou said, pinning you down with one hand. Shinsou tickled your tummy and you resisted your very best from giving in laughing. You burst into a fit of giggles along with him just when you heard someone clearing their throat as the lights in the room flickered on.

Shinsou widened his eyes. "S..Sensei." Shinsou stuttered, trying to explain himself. You sat up, mortified. "Shinsou. Y/N." Aizawa said, pressing his temples. "How long has this been going on?" Aizawa questioned you both shifted your weight from one foot to another awkwardly. "A couple months." You piped up, your gaze falling to the floor. "We weren't gonna keep it a secret forever." Shinsou said, walking over to you. Aizawa shook his head. "I'm not saying I'm against it." Aizawa stated, now looking at you both. The silence in the room was loud, the three of you staring at each other. "....Is Yamada Sensei going to hear about this?" You questioned, wishing you could be buried a few thousand feet under the ground. "You bet." Aizawa shrugged, turning on his heel to walk towards the sofa. "Set a good example for your younger sister." Aizawa said, side-eyeing you both while picking up Eri who was still asleep.

Shinsou and You stood in silence for a while after Aizawa stepped out the room. "Wanna walk back to the dorms together?" Shinsou proposed, resting his hand on the small of your back. You nodded. "Sensei is never going to let go of this." You groaned, imaging the amount of teasing you'd have to endure from your mentor and Aizawa Sensei. "Good thing we're graduating soon, eh?" Shinsou said, poking your stomach with his elbow.

[scorpio-sarah]

Made this as an excuse to draw Shinsou's hair down flat.

Shinsou doesn't even know why Hizashi is being so emotional, but he's used to it, and doesn't question it anymore.

[ivvmell]

i get tired in the middle of rendering and it shows clearly

[cinnamon-pincones]

~ continuing my fanfic art dump here ~

Baby Izu takes his first steps into accidental vigilantism 💞 

If you aren't familiar with my fic, go read it! Conditions May Apply on A03 (https://archiveofourown.org/works/49005181/chapters/123633232)

It's good, I promise. It's a vigilante Izu fic and I go very in-depth on mental health issues and realistic trauma responses, but I also incorporate as much humor as I feasibly can, it's a good time.

[thingsoverheardatua]

Midoriya: Wait a sec. Your hero-mentor has plans to destroy his teammates?!

Shinsou: Just in case. Yours doesn’t?

Midoriya: I mean, he has all their birthdays in his calendar.

[mangled-wings]

I made this comic ages ago but thought I’d share it!

[mumblesplash]

do you ever end up accidentally getting super attached to a trope so specific and rare you don't even know how to look for it? 'space aliens failing to understand that a human showing teeth usually isn't a threat display' isn't even an ao3 tag. finding that shit in published fiction or tv shows is next to impossible

[dira333]

To sing and to listen - Present Mic x reader

TW: grief, although lightly mentioned - Song is The Old Therebefore by Suzanne Collins

My Kofi if you want to tip me

The first time you called in was out of desperation.

Little Tobio was inconsolable in your arms, his loud cries turned into whimpers as you held him close in the night. He refused to fall asleep and you feared he would wake up the rest of the kids if he started screaming again.

“I want my grandpa.” He whimpered into your neck as you held him close. 

“I know, Tobio. I know.” You rubbed circles into his back and turned the knob on your radio, hoping the music would calm him down a little even though singing to him hadn't helped.

Instead, you were greeted by a cheerful voice.

“Welcome back, Listeners! Tonight we’re answering all kinds of questions around the topic ‘heroes of the day’. I’m excited to hear from you. This is Present Mic with Hands Up Radio!”

Tobio pulled back his head to squint at the radio.

“Who’s that?” The little boy asked and you propped him up a little.

“That’s Present Mic. He’s a Hero who does Radio Shows as well.”

“What kind of hero?”

“I think he has a voice quirk… Wait…” You pulled your phone from your worn-out cardigan and pulled up the hero stats. “See? That’s him.”

Tobio giggled, the first happy sound of his today. “He’s got funny hair.”

“He does, doesn’t he?”

While an old ACDC song played on the Radio you managed to capture the boy in silly small talk but soon his eyes darkened again and you could feel him slip into his grief yet again.

“Shall we call him? Present Mic? We can ask him about his own grandpa or whatever you want.”

“We can?”

“Sure we can. But it’s pretty late so he will surely ask you to go to bed after that.”

Tobio pondered that for a moment until he nodded, blue eyes sparkling with excitement.

“Yes! I wanna ask him.”

“Alright, alright. Let’s see if we can get through.”

You turned the volume down on the radio and tapped around on your phone until you found the number. After two rings, the call connected and a friendly female voice called out to you. “Hell there and welcome to Hands Up Radio. If you’ll hang on for a second, you’ll be the next caller on air. Can you give me your name please?”

“Uh, yes. Sure. It’s ___, I’m here with my little friend Tobio.”

“Oh, how nice. And, you’re up.”

You get little time to steel your nerves before you hear Present Mic’s voice. You don’t know how old he is but his introduction to the world of Heroes has been rather recent. His voice sounds young though, and reminds you of someone your age.”

“Hello, Listener! You called in with a question and we’re excited to hear it! Let’s rock and rrrrrumble!”

Tobio giggles next to you and you press on, if only to keep him happy for longer.

“Hello, I’m calling with my little friend Tobio who wants to ask you something.”

“Well, hello there, Tobio! How are you tonight?”

“I’m fine.” Tobio squeaks and giggles. “How are you?”

“Absolutely fantastico, now that I’ve heard you! How old are you, my friend?!”

“I’m five and a half!” He exclaims proudly.

“This old already?! My my, I’ll have to watch out for your hero debut! Are you planning to become a hero?!”

“NO!” Tobio cries out happily, laughing along with Present Mic. “I’m gonna be a teacher like my grandpa!”

“A teacher?! What a grand idea! And what do you want to teach?”

“Volleyball!” Tobio’s scrambling in your arms now, almost as if he wants to crawl into the phone. “And other sports too, like grandpa, but mostly volleyball.”

“Sports education, what a great plan! Now, what do you or your mother want to ask?”

You laugh, embarrassed by the assumption. Tobio’s quick to handle it.

“___ is not my mom! She’s my best friend!” He corrects. “And I wanna ask… Do you have a grandpa too, Mr. Present Mic, Sir?”

“A grandpa? Well, of course, I have, and two of them as well! Both fabulous men, you know, but sadly they were not teachers like yours.”

“No?” Tobio’s eyes are big. “What did they do?”

Present Mic's voice now carries an almost lost touch to it, as he delves into his past.

“My mother’s dad was a singer and he was fantastic. He died very young, so I never met him. And my father’s dad is a rice farmer, with hands so big he could scoop you up and throw you around like you’re nothing but a bag of rice.”

“Can you give them a hug from me?” Tobio asks, his small voice loud in the quiet room. It’s quiet on the other side of the phone and when Present Mic answers, his voice is thick with emotion.

“Will do, little Tobio. Sadly, I have to answer more questions, but I guess it’s time for bed now for you, right?”

“Yes.” Tobio agrees. “I promise I’ll go to sleep. Sleep tight Mr. Present Mic, Sir!”

The call cuts off and you turn the volume on the radio up again, catching the emotion still clinging to Present Mic’s voice.

“My, my, what a boy.” He says. “He reminded us all to appreciate our loved ones tonight, wouldn’t you say? Let’s think of them with our next song, shall we?”

-

“Oba-san!” Little Toruu pulls on your pant leg. “Can we listen to the radio tonight?”

You agree willingly, heart still a little raw from Tobio leaving this week. 

Sure, you were more than happy that they found his father’s cousin, a single woman in her thirties, who was more than willing to raise him now that his parents were dead and his grandpa in a nursing home. But you missed him, with his shy smile and blueberry eyes. 

Toruu, two years older than Tobio, was dreaming of becoming a Hero himself. Sadly, his Quirk only seemed to allow him to increase the power of the Quirks around him.

He was a problem child, too smart for his own good and too stubborn to accept any advice.

“Bedtime was hours ago,” Toruu has the decency to look ashamed as he sits on a pillow in the middle of the room, three other boys crowded around him. Three more boys are sleeping, undeterred by the radio playing.

“We wanna talk to Present Mic too!” Takahiro explains, his hair a mess of pink locks and ripe strawberries growing out of them. 

You sigh. Something like that happening should have been clear from the start. Tobio had never been one to keep a secret to himself.

“You too, Hajime, Issei?” Hajime has the decency to blush and curl into himself, almost resembling a turtle. Issei just stares at you with deep dark eyes. He’s learned not to talk too much, the birds taking flight from his mouth with every word hurting his throat.

“Alright, alright.” You take a seat in their circle. “Does everyone have their own question or do you just have one?”

Issei hands you a paper covered in his messy handwriting.

“You want me to read your question?” Issei nods.

“Mine too.” Hajime puts another note on top of the first, followed by Takahiro who’s suddenly not so convinced he can pull off talking to a radio host.

Toruu however, has his arms crossed over his chest. “I will talk myself.”

“Alright. But quietly. We don’t want to wake the others.”

-

“Welcome, Listener! What question do thee have for us?” Present Mic’s voice rumbles from the phone and Toruu presses against your side, suddenly shy.

“Hi, it’s me again.” You start, cringing at your own awkwardness. “Tobio had so much fun the others want to talk to you too.”

“The others? My, how many siblings are we talking?!”

“We’re not siblings!” Toruu complains angrily, not liking it one bit to be compared to little Tobio. “We live in a children’s home.”

“Toruu.” You chide him softly, before explaining. “I’m a caretaker at a children’s home. I’d rather not have the name aired on radio but the kids love your show. I’m here with the older boys tonight, Toruu is 8, Hajime is 8 and a half, and Issei and Takahiro are both nine. They all have a question each but want me to ask you for them.”

You’re a little breathless from your ramble but Present Mic just cooes excitedly over the phone.

“No way! I didn’t know I had such dedicated listeners! What do you guys want to be when you grow up?”

“I wanna be a hero!” Toruu calls out. “The best there is.”

The other three look up at you with big round eyes, only Takahiro brave enough to whisper “I want to work at a zoo.”

“Takahiro loves Zebra’s,” you explain. “Hajime wants to travel. And Issei wants to be a photographer.”

“My, my, what dedicated fellows we have here! Now, lets hear your questions, young Listeners! I’m so excited.”

Toruu, suddenly shy, nudges you to read the others first.

“Hajime wants to know if you’ve ever been outside of Japan.”

“I have! What a great question, Hajime! I went to England once and it was a-may-zing! Promise me to go there for me one day and think of me when you sit in the London Eye and look down at the city.”

“I promise,” Hajime whispers into the phone before pulling his head back into himself again.

Another look at Toruu who’s still shaking his head. 

“Issei wants to know what your favorite bird is.”

“My favorite bird? That’s a tough question, little Listener! There are so many wonderful ones to choose from! But there’s one, with white feathers and a great haircut, if you ask me, who can talk back. That one should be named Present Mic’s favorite bird but I’ve forgotten its name, I’m afraid.”

“A cockatoo!” Issei calls out and a little sparrow springs from his lips, fluttering around the room. You whistle softly and it lands on your hand, settling in as if for the night.

“A cockatoo? How smart you are, my friend! Now, I believe we have two more questions to go?”

You know you’re taking up a lot of time. Grateful that he’s not rushing through this, you read out the next question. “Takahiro wants to know if you like strawberries. He grows them on his head.”

“I loooove strawberries!” Present Mic calls out excitedly and Takahiro blushes a perfect shade of strawberry red. “What an excellent quirk to have, my friend!”

“Do you need a sidekick?” Toruu interrupts him, voice a little breathy, eyes wide. “Because I have a quirk that enhances other quirks and I-”

“Wow, my friend, that is your quirk?!” Present Mic sounds thrilled as always, his tone just right to have Toruu beaming at you as he listens. “What an amazing quirk to have! Sadly we cannot take in any sidekicks under the age of fifteen, but I’ll be more than happy to have you by my side if you still want to be my sidekick then. Does that sound like a deal?”

“DEAL!”

-

The next week, you’re home in bed with a fever and a raw throat.

Next to your bed is the note that the girls scribbled onto, not wanting to miss out on questioning Present Mic. You’re sure they won’t mind waiting another week for their chance but half an hour before his show starts you wake up and are unable to fall asleep again.

You turn on the radio, telling yourself that you’ll only listen to his show until you feel tired enough to fall asleep again, but to your surprise, Present Mic sounds a little off today. His voice, usually cheerful, sounds almost timid today. You wonder if he got hurt in a fight or if he’s sick as well and before you know it, your phone is already in your hands.

The call connects almost instantly. You state your name and the female voice greets you cheerfully.

You miss half of Present Mic’s greeting because you have to sneeze violently. 

“Oh shit, I’m so sorry!” You begin before realizing that you’ve just sneezed AND cursed on live radio. He laughs and it sounds a little lighter than before. 

“No worries, the weather this week must get to everyone, am I right?”

“About that!” You say, aware that your voice sounds a little rough right now. “I’m without the kids tonight because little Hitoka got a cold and therefore I got it too. I just wanted to ask… How are you?”

Silence follows your question and for a second you fear they have kicked you off the call until you hear a heavy sigh.

“I- I have to preface this by saying that I’m healthy, not hungry, not in want of clothes or a home or anything, but… it’s nice to hear a question like this on a day like today. You couldn’t know this nor anyone else out there but today is the anniversary of a good friend’s death and-” You can hear him swallow thickly and wonder how he might look right now. 

You picture him like on of your kids. Maybe he turns grumpy when he’s sad, like Kei. Or he blubbers in tears like Asahi. Maybe it’s that picture that loosens your tongue, because Asahi only ever cheers up when you sing with him, but the words are out of your mouth before you can stop yourself, scratched up on the edges and a little breathless from the cold, but unmistaken.

“You’re headed for heaven, the sweet old hereafter, and I’ve got one foot in the door…” You sing, the melody too well-known to you after years of helping mourning children, “But before I can fly up, I’ve loose ends to tie up, right here in the old therebefore…”

He doesn’t interrupt you, and you keep singing, the words flowing a bit smoother now as if they’re coated in honey, soothing your throat.

“I’ll be along, when I’ve finished my song, when I’ve shut down the band, when I’ve played out my hand, when I’ve paid all my debts, when I have no regrets, right here in the old therebefore. When nothing is left anymore.”

You sing the whole song, wondering if your quirk might work through the radio, or if the words might soothe someone in all those listening.

When you end, it’s quiet again, until you can hear Present Mic mutter a quiet “Thank you.” The call ends and you know you’ve probably embarrassed yourself on live radio right now, but if you’ve soothed his pain, if only a little, you’ll be more than happy about that.

-

There’s a man waiting in the entryway of the Crimson Riot Children’s home when you come in for the night shift.

He’s tall, blond, and good-looking, his long hair tied up in a bun.

“I’m sorry, visitation ends at five p.m.” You explain softly and he nods. 

“I was… I wanted to… talk to you.”

You blink, searching your memory for his face. He’s not a relative nor on the list of possible parents. But he looks familiar and you need an embarrassingly long time to connect the dots.

“Mr. Present Mic.” You blurt out. “I’m sorry, I didn’t recognize you.”

He laughs softly. “That was the plan, actually. I… I know you’re just about to start working but I wanted to… get to know you, maybe? Have a coffee together?”

“With me?” You point at yourself, spellbound. 

He smiles. 

“Yeah.”

There’s a rumble on the stairs and the newest addition to the family, purple-haired Hitoshi, turns up, looking anxiously between the two of you.

“Hi there, buddy.” You offer him your hand for the elaborate handshake he came up with this week. “Are you already done with dinner?”

He nods, sliding up to you and taking your hand, staring up at Present mic with curious purple eyes. 

“You have a voice quirk too, right?” He asks, direct as you’ve learned him to be.

“Yeah, I do. You too?”

Hitoshi nods but refrains from using it before he points at you.

“Oba-san has one too.”

“I figured as much.” Present Mic offers with a grin. “Had the whole studio smitten last week.”

“Oh, it’s not like that.” Your face burns under his praise. “It’s only a weak quirk and works mostly on animals.”

“Still.” He falls quiet after that, the three of you standing around in awkward silence.

Present Mic is the first to break it.

“You might be curious how I found you and why, but, as I said, I was very touched and I’d like… if you don’t want though, that’s completely fine.”

“When does your show start?” You ask. “It’s Friday, right? You have your show later.”

“Oh, I have to be in the studio at nine.”

“And when do you get out?”

“I usually leave at six in the morning.” 

You nod, before looking down at Hitoshi who looks curiously back up at you.

“If you want,” you tell him softly, trying to keep your voice from shaking, “You can come up and get to know the kids before the show. The girls wanted to ask questions anyway and Takahiro would love to meet you as well. And if you still want, we can… we can get a coffee in the morning. My shift ends at six as well.”

Present Mic smiles. 

“Takahiro, the boy that grows strawberries on his head, right?”

You nod and his smile morphs into an excited grin.

“I’d love to. Oh, and call me Hizashi Yamada.”

-

Almost a year later…

Hitoshi has curled into a ball on Shouta’s lap. He’s tired from today’s events and past nights that lack sleep, but he’s refusing to go to bed.

One of Shouta’s cats has curled up in your lap and you caress its soft fur periodically as you listen to the radio, waiting for the time to drip past you, as if today is a bathtub that can only be emptied drop by drop.

“You should go to bed,” Shouta tells Hitoshi for the umpteenth time but his son - newly adopted - curls into an even tighter ball.

“Do you want a hot chocolate?” You ask, watching and waiting as Hitoshi unfurls, capturing you with his big purple eyes. 

“Can we have mini marshmallows in it?” He asks and you snort.

“We’re at your place, baby.” You remind him. “All the mini marshmallows are at my place.”

“I have some.” Shouta croaks out. “But they’re hidden. Don’t go around telling Hizashi that I own something like that.”

“Never.” You and Hitoshi say in unison, sharing a wink.

When the hot chocolate is assembled and father and son are sipping from their respective cups - Hitoshi already back in position as Shouta’s personal weighted blanket, you keep standing, too anxious to sit, your hand soothing through Shouta’s hair as you nip on your hot chocolate.

It’s the anniversary of Oboro’s death today and your boyfriend, no, fiancé, isn’t home. 

He’s doing a show, even though it’s not Friday, because he promised not to go on patrol today, and standing still is not in the Cards for today.

You know they both are hurting and there’s only one thing you can do to help.

You call the well-known number and wait for the call to connect.

“Hi Darling,” Hizashi greets you, “Will you sing for us again today?”

You had talked about this before. You don’t like to be on his show any more than you have to, even though the kids still love sending in questions. But if you singing is something that could help Hizashi and Shouta and so many more grieving souls today, you will do it.

You think of Tobio and Toruu, of Hajime and Issei, Takahiro and Hitoka. You think of the boys and girls that left Crimson Riots children’s home and of those that stay behind, without a family to take them in. 

You think of Hitoshi’s purple eyes that still go dark sometimes and Shouta who’d taken one look at him before deciding his decision to not have children ever did not include adopting Hitoshi.

You think of Hizashi and sing, your quirk lacing every word and every note, soothing the hurt only absence can bring.

“I'll catch you up

When I've emptied my cup,

When I've worn out my friends,

When I've burned out both ends,

When I've cried all my tears,

When I've conquered my fears,

Right here in

The old therebefore,

When nothing

Is left anymore.”

tagged: @alienaiver @misfit-megumi

[teatitty]

Where Aizawa is only briefly taken aback the first time Shinsou and Eri call him their dad, Hizashi is absolutely floored when they do the same for him, because for some reason he just didn't connect that they would also see him as a parental figure. Aizawa's only a little judgmental about this

[sassypantsjaxon]

Reasons I'm a DadMic raising Shinson truther, part... 3.5

Not only did Mic recognize Shinsou's potential during the sports fest, but considering Aizawa's apparent lack of initiative

Mic 100% set Eraserhead up as Shinsou's mentor

[f1ght-or-flight]

Izuku: this food is to hot, I can’t eat it

Aizawa:

Hizashi:

Eri:

Hitoshi: *smirks*

Hitoshi: you’re hot and I still eat you

Shouta slamming his hands on the table: ONE DINNER! ONE DINNER WITHOUT YOU TWO FILRTING IS ALL I ASK.

Izuku: … no but seriously, who made this? Not even Kachaan makes his food this hot.

[booksandmore]

atla au where everyone thinks the next avatar is either bakugou, shouto or mirio but its actually mr midoriya “nonbender” izuku

[nightshadow1607]

Vigilante Shinsou: This is such a bad idea.

Vigilante Izuku: Then why are you coming along?

Vigilante Shinsou: One of us need to be able to talk the cops out of arresting us when this inevitably goes wrong.

--

Aizawa: Midoriya...

Izuku: Oh no, ‘Midoriya' in b-flat.

Izuku: You're disappointed.

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Tsukauchi: You’re receiving a ticket for having three people on one motorcycle.

Vigilante Shinsou: Shit.

Vigilante Izuku: Wait, three?

Tsukauchi: Yeah?

Vigilante Toga: OH MY GOD DABI FELL OFF!!!

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Nemuri: Shouta isn’t answering their phone

Hizashi: I’ll call

Nemuri: Tensei and I have both tried six times each, what makes you thi-

Aizawa: Hello?

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Shinsou: I told Aizawa their ears flush when they lie.

Izuku: Why?

Shinsou: Look.

Shinsou: Hey dad! Do you love us?

Aizawa, covering their ears: No.

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Vigilante Izuku, a little shit: In my defense, I was left unsupervised.

Tsukauchi: Wasn't Eraser with you?

Aizawa, also a little shit: In my defense, I was also left unsupervised.

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Izuku, recently adopted: I love you guys, you're the best thing that's happened to me.

Aizawa: So you're saying that…

Hizashi: We're the best thing that's ever happened to you?

Izuku: Yes!

Aizawa: I'm starting to feel a little sorry for you.

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Vigilante Izuku: Hey, Toshi. If I die, I want you to take care of Racoon for me

Shinsou: It's cute how you think death is getting you out of this friendship

Aizawa: Can we go back to when he said "IF I die"-!?

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Izuku: Don't ask me what I'm talking about. I don't know, okay? I'm just the vessel. The message has been gifted. I've moved on.

incorrect quotes because why not? (part 3)

[ravenrissa]

The Aizawas

(Part of the Aizawa-Yamada Family series)

When a villain attack occurs during a family outing in town, Present Mic and Eraserhead jump into action to save lives, leaving Hitoshi to stay back and stay safe. He gets lost in the rushing crowd, however, and ends up bumping into a couple who look eerily like Shouta...

Shouta is extremely resistant to the idea of his parents entering his adopted son's life. They were absent, neglectful parents who left Shouta to fend for himself growing up so they wouldn't have to be parents. He has sworn since the day he began fostering (and later adopted) Hitoshi that he would do everything that his own parents did not, being present in his son's life and letting him know he is loved, so when his parents announce that they want to built a relationship with not only his son, but him as well, Shouta is against the idea. But Hitoshi sees the conflict in his Dad's eyes, knowing that despite outwardly being stoic and indifferent to the situation, he's hurting inside, and sets about trying to make things right in this tense situation.

Read it here.

[genie-made-of-clouds]

Aizawa: alright, listen up you little shits

Aizawa: not you Shinsou. You're perfect, and we're all thrilled that you're here