#aizawa scenerio

[quirk--karma]

The Things We Lose Aizawa x Reader

Aizawa looked at the clock yet again. He was probably just as eager as his students were for class to end on a Friday. Just another 17 minutes until the bell and he coul- “Daddy!” Tired eyes suddenly widened at the cute voice that followed pattering footsteps. Without much warning his two-year-old son came barreling towards him, eventually grabbing onto his leg. “Maka, mommy said to wait for her and not bother daddy in class!” Aizawa’s head turned to see his five-year-old daughter trying to round up her sibling. The sounds of murmurs and whispers from his class didn’t go unnoticed. Looking up he could see twenty pairs of wide eyes homing in on the two children who had suddenly made an appearance. The black-haired man sighed heavily.

Its not that he wanted to keep his loved ones a secret, but he definitely tried to keep a distance between his teaching life and his person life. But seeing as Maka and Keshi had just bridged that distance between the two worlds, Aizawa decided the only thing to do would be to introduce them. Lifting his son up and beckoning his daughter over he turned to the class, whose roaring mumbles trickled into dead silence. “Everyone, this is my daughter Keshi and my son Maka.  Keshi, Maka say hello to my students.” “Daddy are these the future hero students?!” His daughter asked with wide excited eyes. His son simply stared in amazement as his tiny hand timidly waved out to the teenagers. “Yes, they are.” “Put me down! Put me down!” Maka said suddenly fighting out of his father’s embrace. Before he knew it, his son was running between the rows of desks eyeing every single student. Most of the guys chuckled at the little boy’s antics and answered any questions he had about their quirks while the girls were squealing over the chubby toddler. “Sorry daddy, mama was trying to talk with her friend Ms. Midnight and she told me to watch Maka but he ran off to your class.” Keshi explained to her dad with a guilty look. He placed a hand on the girl’s soft messy hair and smiled. “That’s okay. Where is your mother?” “Oh she-” “I’m gonna be a hero too!” A determined little voice bellowed out from near the back of the class. Aizawa saw his son’s eyes sparkling as he clenched his little fists and stared up at a certain green haired student with determination. “Look what my quirk does!” Father senses kicked in as his son removed the glove from his left hand and knelt down to the floor. He saw the tips of his marker-like fingers ready to press to the ground before raising his voice. “Don’t draw on the floor!” Too late. The class chuckled at the boy’s cute lumpy character, which he looked rather proud of as he stared at it. “Wow, so your hands are markers? That’s pretty nea-” Midoriya stopped speaking as the image on the ground began to twitch. The entire class including the kid’s father watched on in amazement as a little 2d creature sprung up from the drawing and began crawling around the classroom. The two-year-old simply giggled in delight before looking to his father for praise. Aizawa felt his throat tighten at seeing his son’s quirk manifest for the first time. His quirk, it was just like- “Holy shit! Get it off me!” The class laughed as the explosive blonde tried swiping at the thing that was crawling over his body before hoping off. He’d let out a sigh of relief before practically jumping at the sudden appearance of his teacher’s daughter before him. “What the hell do you wa-” “That was a naughty word.” With that a small hand reached up and rubbed across his lips quickly but softly. Pulling away, the class was momentarily horrified to see Bakugou’s mouth completely gone as if wiped away. The teen began clawing at his face before the missing body part slowly rematerialized. Small sparks shot from Bakugou’s palms as he glared at the little girl, only to be surprised when her face didn’t falter an inch. “Keshi, don’t use your quirk on my students. Apologize.” Aizawa’s voice came out quiet but firm. “Sorry.” The young girl said never breaking eye contact. “You don’t sound sorry at all.” Bakugou said leaning towards her. “Because I’m not.” She whispered with a smirk before walking back over to her father. “Creepy little brat. She’s too much like her dad.” “Mr. Aizawa, we had no idea you had a family!” Mina exclaimed as she took a wonky 2d flower from a blushing Maka. “And with such impressive quirks!” Iida exclaimed examining the kid’s finger pads. “They really are amazing.” Izuku mumbled, jotting away in his journal. He tapped his pen to his lips momentarily before a figurative lightbulb went off. “I got it! Maka’s quirk reminds me of the former pro-hero, Scribble!” “That would be me.” A sweet voice called out from the front of the classroom. A beautiful woman in a wheelchair made her entrance into the classroom ignoring the dumbfounded stare from Aizawa. “Forgive me for interrupting your instruction time. I should have kept better tabs on my kids.” The woman said bowing her head slightly to the whole class. “Class was about to end in a few minutes anyway.” Aizawa said still staring at the chair the woman was sitting in. “Mama look what I made!” Maka said running up to her, holding his strange sentient drawing. The woman smiled brightly as she held her arm out to hold it and of course the class couldn’t help but notice it then. Midoriya, having known the back story of many pro-heroes, already knew to expect it but the attitude in the room shifted to see this wheel-chair bound woman with only a single arm. Before she could admire the drawing any further, the object suddenly melted into a little pool of ink that stained the woman’s palm. “Sorry mama!” “That’s okay baby, you’re still learning!” Mina suddenly took out a sheet of paper and placed her flower drawing on it to catch any ink spillage. “Wow! Ma’am it’s so amazing to meet you! I remember watching you on the news a few times when I was younger!” Izuku said standing up to give the woman a proper bow. “Please dear, don’t flatter me so much. And none of this ma’am business, I’m only 27!” “Oh yes sorry Mrs. Aizawa!” Izuku said with a big smile not missing the falter in her teacher’s face as well as the woman’s. “Just (Y/N) will do.” She said with a small fake smile. “Ahem for those of you who don’t know. This is (L/N) (Y/N), known by her hero name as Scribble. She’s Keshi and Maka’s mother.” While all the students said their hellos there was no denying that they all caught the weird way Mr. Aizawa had introduced her. “Mama mama! I found two new girlfriends in this class!” Maka exclaimed jumping into his mother’s lap. “What, two?!” Mina exclaimed, hopping up from her seat. “Who’s my competition?!” Behind her Tsuyu hid her own flower and heart drawing in her backpack. As the older woman laughed the release bell rang and all the students began to gather their stuff. Finally casting him a glance the woman attempted to speak up before Aizawa beat her to it. “Care to tell me why you’re in a wheelchair?” His students had cleared out by now and he was ready to let his questions free. The woman gave him a blank stare before turning to her kids with a huge smile. “Why don’t you two go and visit Uncle Zashi?” “Uncle Zashi! Uncle Zashi!!” The two exclaimed excitedly before bolting out of the classroom. “Well if you must know, they found the same issues as they did before. I chose to try a limb sparing surgery. It means I’ll have to be off my legs for a while but at least I actually get to keep them.” The dark-haired male scoffed but felt his demeanor soften as he grew worried again. “You could have kept me updated.” He replied with a slight damper in his voice. “What for?” An awkward silence spread between the two in the empty room before he spoke up once more. “I got to see Maka’s quirk. When did that happen?” “Last weekend. I know you were busy with training and couldn’t pick the kids up. He’s been super excited to show you ever since.” “And you didn’t you call to tell me that because…?” (Y/N) looked down at the lone hand in her lap. Aizawa wanted nothing more than to take back that stupid question, he knew damn well why she didn’t want to talk about it. “It’s just like my quirk used to be.” (Y/N) finally responded with a hoarse voice. Looking up she had an unreadable expression. “This is a long weekend, right? I’ll pick the kids up Monday afternoon. We already put all their stuff on your desk in the teacher work room. I’ll see you in a few days, Aizawa.” The whirl of the wheelchair’s motor hummed through the air as his ex-wife made her way out of the classroom. Staring after her retreating figure, Aizawa couldn’t help but think about how this was the most they’ve spoken in a year. ~~~~~ “Grilled cheese with pickle?” Aizawa asked with a quirked brow at his daughter’s weird request. “Yeah lots of pickles!” Keshi said slapping her hands on the table. “No crusts!” “Alright then. For you, Maka?” “Grilled cheese with tomato! Extra cheese and extra crispy!” “That’s how your mom likes her sandwiches too.” He commented feeling his own words tug at his heartstrings. He noticed his kids’ confusion as he pulled out the toaster along with a box of toaster bags. They watched as he prepared their sandwiches to their requests, placed them in little baggies and put them in the toaster. “What are you doing daddy?” Maka asked looking up at his father expectantly. “Making grilled cheese.” “That’s not the way mama does it!” He said a bit perplexed by his father’s unorthodox methods. Hearing that, Aizawa had vivid flashbacks to when he and (Y/N) were freshly graduated from U.A. New and broke heroes, he remembered fondly the way she would stand over the stove grilling sandwiches for dinner. He could imagine her sitting on the counter wiping her mouth, asking why he was staring at her so intensely, never realizing how beautiful she looked doing even the most mundane things. “But we will like them anyway daddy!” Keshi spoke up noticing a sudden crestfallen look on his face. “Maaakaa you made daddy cry!” Aizawa’s head snapped up at that comment. Looking up at his children, the blurred vision let him know that his eyes had indeed been watering. Rubbing at them he turned to put in his eyedrops. “I sorry daddy! I will eat all your food because its good like mama’s! Don’t be sad!” “No, don’t worry. You didn’t make me sad, I promise.” “Then why are your eyes teary, daddy?” Keshi asked with a small frown. Running a hand through his hair, he figured at the very least his eldest would understand what he meant. “I miss mama.” He answered honestly. “Why don’t you come visit us at mama’s house sometime?” “I don’t think mama wants me there.” “But why not daddy? I was asking some of my classmates and they say their mommies and daddies live together so why do you and mama have different homes?” Aizawa held his breath as he racked his mind for a way to answer that question. He knew things like this would eventually pop up as his kids got older but he’d hoped it wouldn’t be for awhile longer. “Well because moms and dads only live together when they are married. Mama and I aren’t married. Besides I need to stay here for my students.” He answered firmly, hoping it would be enough to squash the conversation. Sure, enough his kids wouldn’t let it go so easy. “Then why don’t you marry mama? Like me daddy, I’m gonna marry Ms. Mina and Ms. Tsu!” Maka said with a replenished sparkle in his eye. This caused his father to let out a sincere chuckle and smile at his kids. “Yeah daddy! Marry mama! You can bring her flowers like Uncle Zashi!” Aizawa felt his spine go rigid at his daughter’s innocent comment. He looked between both kids who held clueless smiles. He always promised himself he would never use his children as a means to get information about his ex-wife. He’d felt it was a scummy thing to do but right now he already felt like scum. “When did Uncle Zashi bring mama flowers?” “When she was in the hospital! Grandma and grandpa took care of us while mama was getting her legs fixed but sometimes Uncle Zashi would pick us up and we’d go eat and he’d take us to see mama. Every time he would bring her lots of flowers and candies!” “He’d buy us candy too!” “Would he now?” Aizawa had every emotion he’d ever felt whirling around in him before he smiled. “That’s good, I’m glad he bought my babies some sweets too.” “I’m no baby!” Maka protested with a little pout, before scrunching up his tiny nose. “Daddy something smells bad.” Snapping out of the conversation and his thoughts, Aizawa noticed that the sandwiches had yet to pop out despite the amount of time. Sure enough the toaster had been set to max and grey smoke was beginning to rise from the machine and burnt sandwiches. Quickly unplugging the machine, Aizawa lifted the toaster and rushed to place it outside the teacher’s dorms with his kids following on his trail. “Why does the toaster even go that high?!” His daughter exclaimed, trying to fan the smoke out of the building. “A villain must have been behind it!” Maka added, nibbling on a slice of cheese he snagged from the counter. “Okay, well dad tried. Get ready, we’re going out to eat.” The kids raced back inside, cheering. “And please brush your hair, Keshi!” “Brush yours, daddy!” “That’s fair.” He watched as his kids scrambled to get ready and finally let his face fall. Throwing himself on the nearest chair, he gripped at the area right above his heart. While he sincerely doubted that (Y/N) was dating Yamada, he couldn’t help but come to terms with something he hadn’t quite faced yet. They’d been divorced for 2 and a half years now. Eventually, if she hadn’t already, (Y/N) would move on. Maybe she’d get remarried, have another child, move across the world to be with that person. And yet his life hadn’t moved an inch since their split. He hadn’t dated or even shown an interest in doing so and he truly didn’t believe he would. (Y/N) was the only woman he’d loved ever and even when the two were still together he’d always told her that would never change. All he wanted was for things to be the way they were before. He needed her back in his life and he’d tried in the past to show that to her. He called to ask how she was doing but she always steered the conversation back to the kids. He would offer her gifts, but she refused every single one or gave it to their babies. Simple conversation wasn’t something he could make with her anymore and it killed him. Now it would seem even his best friend was closer to her than he was. She was and always would be the love of his life, but one thing was obvious. She was over him now. ~~~~~ (Y/N) opened her eyes slowly. Glancing over at the clock she cursed her sleep schedule for waking her so early. Turning over she was met with an empty bed. A space a husband hadn’t filled in years but one her babies found themselves in most mornings. She really tried to get them to sleep in their own beds but by morning one or both of them wound up starfishing it on the mattress, leaving their mother to cling to the edge. But the weekends were like this…lonely…empty. She couldn’t find it in her to feel too sorry for herself. Aizawa, she figured, felt like this five days of the week compared to her two. At the very least she could say he had his students to distract him on those days. The weekends were too quiet. Everything that needed to be done for the next week was always already completed. Often times she couldn’t help but think how much more busy her life would have been if she had taken the job offer at Shiketsu, instead of the average middle school she worked at now. It had been a job with better pay, better benefits, and more prestige but it had been too far west for them to make it work. Being so far away Aizawa would never have been able to see Maka and Keshi. Maybe once a month, if they were lucky every OTHER weekend. But she could never do that to them…to any of them. He might have been a crappy husband, but he’d always been a great father, and (Y/N) would have never made it hard for him to see his kids. Finally hauling herself out of bed and into her wheelchair, the woman went into the bathroom to prepare for her day. Smiling to herself she scrolled through YouTube to play her baby’s favourite song while she got ready. “Baby shark dododododododo Baby shark!” Running the brush through her tangles, (Y/N) laughed to herself imagining Maka singing the song in his usual off tune voice. Her joyous moment was cut short by a bing on her phone. Putting the brush down she grabbed her cell and opened the message from her friend Yamada. She’d known him since they were all in school together and was glad her divorce never made it so that she couldn’t still be his friend. ‘Let’s grab dinner tonight!’ ‘Sure but let’s make sure it’s a place that serves alcohol. I need a drink!’ ‘Same! I’ll pick you up at 7:00!’ ‘…Remember when we used to head out at 11?’ ‘We’re getting old…’ ‘Speak for yourself! See you then.’ (Y/N) felt relief for having something to do. Her phone suddenly went off again, catching her attention once more. ‘And (Y/N)…leave the ring at home. You’ll never meet someone with it on.’ Sighing heavily, she didn’t even bother to answer. She knew her friend thought it was a security blanket but honestly it was just her first line of defense. She wasn’t interested in romance or being flirted with. Putting her old wedding ring on when she went out drinking helped deter even just a few people from approaching her. It had nothing to do with her ex-husband. When he left he didn’t take much with him, didn’t even ask for the ring back. She’d tried returning it in the past but he insisted he didn’t want it and it was hers now, to pawn or give to the kids when they were older. It mostly spent its time in her junk drawer with several other gifts he’d tried thrusting upon her within the past few years. Jewelry, concert tickets, gift cards, fine clothes, things she couldn’t give away to her kids sat collecting dust in there. For a while it had been a constant thing, confusing her to no end. Aizawa was someone she barely understood when times were good between them. So, when they went bad…boy did they go bad. Only recently had he stopped trying to give her things or prod Yamada for info on her, that he would run to tell her about. In some ways she was happy. The divorce had been hard and that had only made it harder. Maybe she was also happy for him, he’d clearly not been happy in the marriage. Even after it was over, his actions trying to get her attention made her think he still wasn’t. But now that it finally stopped she figured maybe he finally was happy. Maybe he was finally moving on. Which meant…she’d have to as well. Rolling into the living room, she was snapped out of her thoughts when her wheelchair went over a bump. Looking down her eyes widened. Leaning down she swiped the object off the floor before rushing to dial her ex on the phone. It rang for a bit before going off to voicemail. “Dammit. Aizawa, Keshi forgot her extra EpiPen here at my house. I know you’re really careful with her but I’m gonna take it to you in case of emergencies. I’ll be there soon!” All thoughts of her tragic love life or drinking tonight went out the window as the frantic mother grabbed her things before heading out to her car. ~~~~~ “Oh come on it’s not like I’m some kind of stalker! I’m here on official business!” “Why do I find that hard to believe?” Aizawa said to Emi as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. “Daddy who’s that at the door?” Maka said grinding his tiny fist into his eyes, mirroring his father. The green haired woman blinked at the child a few times before squealing in delight. “No way, is this your baby!?” Ms. Joke exclaimed crouching down to pinch at his chubby cheeks, much to Maka’s disapproval. “I know you mentioned you had been married and had some kiddos, but I never knew they were such little cuties!” “This is my son Maka and please don’t baby him like that. Maka this is daddy’s friend Ms. Emi.” Maka swatted at her hands that ruffled his bed head. Before he could control it, he began giggling. “Don’t use your quirk on my kid!” Aizawa scolded, his eyes now glowing red and hair floating around. Much to his surprise Maka didn’t stop giggling, looking more closely he saw Emi making funny faces at his youngest. Turning off his own quirk he sighed. “You look just like your dad! How old are you sweetie!?” “Two.” The boy said smiling, holding up two random nonconsecutive fingers. “How about in sixteen years we get married?!” The woman said playfully, holding her hands out to the small boys who eyed her up and down. “No, you’re too old. Besides I have two future wives waiting for me!” “Ouch, being rejected by your toddler hurt more than by you.” Ms. Joke chuckled in a half jest. “What can I say? He is my son after all. Is your sister still asleep?” Aizawa asked Maka, looking back into the bedroom. “Yup. Mama said she’d sleep through the end of the world if you let her.” Emi snorted a laugh before beaming up at Aizawa. “Like father like kids huh?” “I guess. Would you like to join us for breakfast in the common area?” Aizawa asked begrudgingly. “I’d love to!” Emi responded quickly bouncing on her toes. “We can go over the paperwork my school sent your way.” “I wake up Keshi, daddy?” “No, let her sleep in for a few more hours. What do you feel like eating this morning?” The black-haired male asked looking down at the young boy who in turn stared down at his own little sock covered feet. “I not hungry, daddy.” “Really why not? Mama said you’ve been eating a lot in the morning.” When Maka had no response, Emi giggled into her palms. “Uh oh is daddy’s cooking that bad?” “It’s not and refrain from calling me ‘daddy’ if you don’t mind.” “What if I make breakfast for you guys?! After all you are doing me a huge favour by completing this paperwork so early in the morning! How about pancakes?” “Yeah!” Maka cheered suddenly running to cling onto the bottom of Ms. Joke’s shorts. “Please daddy?” The little boy pleaded putting on his glossiest puppy eyes. “Yeah pllleease daddy?” The cheerful woman said teasingly, hoisting the young boy up onto her hip. “Ugh fine. Just don’t put any c-h-o-c-o-l-a-t-e in it because Maka gets hyper. And definitely no berries, Keshi is severely allergic. Which reminds me, Maka where is her pen?” “Mama put it in the paw patrol packpack.” “Alright, be good with Ms. Emi while I look for it okay?” “Okay daddy. Come on Memi!” Maka exclaimed pushing out of her hold and tugging on her hand to lead the way. “Memi? How cute!” Soon enough the seafoam haired woman was flipping hot pancakes on the stove catching Maka observing her carefully from the corner of her eyes. He had been informing her about his favourite shows and YouTube videos while she listened intently, nodding and humming in acknowledgement. Aizawa had still yet to join them, she figured he was having a hard time finding his daughter’s EpiPen. In the back of her mind she couldn’t help but vaguely imagine that this would be her life if she ever got the chance with Aizawa. “Here you go love.” Emi said placing a single large pancake onto the boy’s awaiting plate. Gingerly she drizzled thin lines of syrup not wanting to get the kid too hyper. She watched in amusement as he attempted slicing the pancake, poking and mushing it down with his fork. When all else failed she witnessed him lift the entire thing with his hands and bring it to his mouth to take a chomp out of it. “Woah woah here let me cut it for you!” Maka placed the pancake down before something across the room caught his eye. Emi saw his eyes light up as the little boy went running. “Mama mama!” Ms. Joke turned to the entrance only to see a worried looking woman come in on a motorized chair. She watched Maka barrel towards her before flinging himself into her lap. “Hi my baby!” The woman said, squeezing her son with her one arm. “We are going home now?” “Not yet sweetheart, Keshi just forgot her medicine at home. Eww why are your hands so sticky?” The boy’s mother asked with a chuckle. “Syrup. Memi made me pamcake.” “Memi?” (Y/N) questioned finally looking up at the attractive woman now standing only a few feet away. “Hi, I’m Emi Fukukado.” She said holding out a hand to shake only to feel like an asshole when she realized the woman was missing the proper arm to offer. She dropped the gesture right away and noticed a bright smile come onto the woman’s face. “Ahh yes the prohero Ms. Joke correct? I believe you used to work near Maka’s father? I’m (Y/N) (L/N), the mother.” Ms. Joke’s mouth formed into a soft ‘o’ shape. Aizawa had always spoken of a wife since they’d known each other. She’d also known of the pro hero Scribble, whose hero career was cut tragically short. But she’d never known they were one in the same. “She’s daddy’s friend, mama.” Maka offered with a smile. “Daddy said to call her Memi.” “Sounds kind of like mommy, huh?” (Y/N) said ruffling her boy’s hair only for Emi’s heart to sink into her stomach. “I think he’s just having trouble with my name. Aizawa and I are-” “Oh here do you mind giving this to him? It’s Keshi’s EpiPen, she’s allergic to-” “Berries! Yeah Aizawa had been looking everywhere for this! I’ll be sure to give it to him right away!” (Y/N)’s smile faltered slightly before sighing and kissing Maka on the forehead, placing him down on the ground. “Alright baby, mama has to go now.” Maka began to whine slightly. His watery eyes were hard to ignore. “I go with you!” “Don’t you want to stay with daddy?” “Yes, but wanna go with you too!” The little boy hiccupped with tears running down his chubby cheeks. “Don’t leave! I wanna be with you AND daddy!” Emi felt her heartstrings constrict tightly like a violin. Aizawa never told her anything about his ex-wife so she couldn’t pretend to know the whole story. But it was obvious the young boy was struggling with the divorce in a way he couldn’t articulate. Leaning down to lift up the black-haired child Emi smoothed her hand over his head and shushed him. He rested his head on her shoulder taking in shaking breaths, clearly trying to calm himself. Her hand rubbed circles into his back soothingly, but his breathing was still ragged. “Hey come on, I’m sure mama is really busy! Your dad has the best time when you’re here! Maybe when Keshi get’s up we can go to the park!” He was shaking his head while his wails now verged onto hysteric levels. Emi was beginning to panic and was about to place the child in his mother’s waiting embrace before he began pushing out of her arms, kicking and grabbing for his mother to pick him up. “No! Mama! Mama! Go with you and daddy!” “Emi, what did you do to Maka? Why is he crying like that?” Aizawa said suddenly appearing from his bedroom looking disheveled. His eyes found the two women and child right away, widening when he processed the image before him. Speeding walking up to them he took Maka from his colleague quickly. “(Y/N), I didn’t know you were coming. Is everything okay?” The disheveled man attempted to smooth down his crazy hair with his one free hand while patting his still sobbing son. Of course (Y/N) looked fucking gorgeous this early in the morning and he looked like a hungover swap rat. “I called but I suppose you were busy. Fukukado said you were looking for Keshi’s EpiPen, but the kids may have knocked it out of the bag. I decided to bring it over and now that Maka is calming down I’ll be going.” Aizawa looked at the child in his arms who was now drifting back to sleep. Taking a few quick steps towards his ex he attempted to reach a hand out to her shoulder and wasn’t at all surprised when she pulled back. Didn’t mean it hurt any less though. “Would you like to stay and chat? We can have breakfast or coffee.” He offered feeling the heavy tension in the room as Ms. Joke shifted her weight and averted her eyes. “Thank you for the offer but I wouldn’t want to intrude. Besides I have plans for tonight that I need to get ready for. Bye Fukukado. Aizawa.” The dark-haired male watched as the woman made her way out the building. Why the hell hadn’t he charged his phone last night? Why did he have to be busy when she came? Why did Emi have to be here? He knew that (Y/N) probably assumed she was his lover and it shouldn’t matter…but deep down he didn’t want her to think that. “Hey, I’m really sorry Eraser.” Emi whispered, finally speaking up. “Just sign the paper for me and I’ll be out of here.” Breathing out a huge sigh, Aizawa walked back to his room to lay Maka in bed next to his sister. Smoothing his black hair out of his face he turned to his colleague with a small smile. “Why don’t you stay and have breakfast with me? I wouldn’t want your cooking to go to waste.” Ms. Joke seemed surprised but nodded eagerly, following the tired man out of the room. Though the experience was much more awkward than she had anticipated. Aizawa was silently eating his breakfast and sipping a glass of juice. He wasn’t trying to make conversation and Emi figured he was too deep in thought to hold one she started. That’s when she noticed it, a small sparkle around his neck. Whatever was on the end of his necklace was carefully tucked away into his black shirt. If she looked closely enough, she could make out a circular pattern pushing through. He didn’t seem the type to wear jewelry, so she felt comfortable making the assumption she was about to voice. “I guess that’s why I still don’t have a chance with you huh?” “What?” “I mean I knew back when you were married that you were 100% loyal but even now I’ll never have a chance. And that’s because you’re still in love with your ex-wife.” “Don’t psychoanalyze my situation.” “Oh come on I’ve known you for years and I’ve never seen your eyes light up the way they did when you saw (Y/N). When you talk about your kids sure, but that’s a different kind of sparkle. Then I saw you trying to fix your appearance up for her, last time you did that was for the sake of U.A because you’d be on national television.” Reaching across the table Ms. Joke tugged on the chain around his neck that sent a wedding ring flying out of his shirt. She watched him glance down at the low swinging object not verbally confirming anything. “You wear your old wedding ring around your neck. I know I come on really strong all the time but as a friend I want to know what happened? Why did she divorce you?” Aizawa fiddled with the gold band, glancing between the woman in front of him and his plate. Having been divorced for what would soon be 3 years, he hadn’t had to tell this story in a long time. And even then, only so many people knew the details. “I was the one who asked for the divorce.” He noticed Emi raise her eyebrows in shock, but she gave no response and waited for him to continue. “It’s a really long-winded story but to put it shortly, I made a decision for her and she didn’t agree with it and we just couldn’t be together after.” “I’m going to need more than that. Does…does it have anything to do with the incident that made her retire? I mean the press talked about it like a tragic decision she had to make for her family’s sake. She was only 23 and to be retired that shortly after debuting...” “She was gonna be big. Her name would have been up there with some of the greatest. I was so sure of it. Her rank was moving fast, her quirk was amazing. Hell, even after having Keshi so young, she was back out there… It wasn’t my decision to make, I know that, but I did.” “Sho, calm down love. You already upset Keshi with all that screaming outside.” (Y/N) said swinging her legs from the high examination table as they waited for the doctor. “You were at an elementary school for god’s sakes. It was supposed to be simple and easy, you just broke that arm and to rebreak it? Where the hell was Mic?” “Babe he was right there giving the presentation with me, you already interrogated him in the waiting room. A seven-year-old lost control of their quirk for a split second. I’m fine, it hurts like a bitch but I’m okay. Come here.” Aizawa shuffled over to his wife and allowed her to pull his head to her chest as she stroked his hair. He could feel her laying soft kisses on the top of his head. His eyes snapped open when he felt her tracing a pattern on his back. He knew she was drawing on the back of his shirt but didn’t pull away. “Love don’t move that arm.” “Come on, it’s already all cast up.” A loud meow filled the room and with a sudden kick off from his back Aizawa turned to see a plump chalk outlined cat sitting on the ground licking itself. He reached down to pick it up and touched its fur, if he didn’t look at it he would think he was holding the actual animal. “Mr. and Mrs. Aizawa?” A sudden voice echoes into the room. (Y/N) took her opposite uninjured hand and swiped it over the cat, erasing it from her husband’s arms. “Took you long enough. How is my wife’s arm? Will it have permanent damage because she had already broken it recently? Why did you have to run so many tests?” “To have the same bone broken twice, we were admittedly worried. Well we ran some scans of your body we noticed two separate things that need to be addressed. One possibly good and the other potentially very bad.” (Y/N) and Aizawa looked at each other with a slight bit of worry. “I guess we’ll hear the bad first.” Both watched as the doctor placed images on the lit board in the room. He pointed at a dozen or more milky dots littering her humerus. The big words he was using were flying over (Y/N)’s head while Aizawa seemed to be clinging to his every one of them. Finally, a certain word stuck out. “Wait, tumor?” “Tumors. All of these dots in the scan, we are unsure if they are benign or malignant at this point.” “Malignant? What you mean like cancer? You think I have bone cancer?” Her voice asked timidly only for her husband to grab her good hand and give it a slight squeeze. “We don't want to say that just yet but on first glance it doesn't look good. Have you been experiencing unexplained pain in that arm?” “No I-“ “Well wait yes she was complaining about a dull ache for almost half a year now.” Aizawa interrupted suddenly. (Y/N) shot him a look but he paid her no mind. “But I use my arm a lot in hero work so I'm sure it's just soreness!” “And your friend Mr. Hizashi informed us that the child merely bumped you when your arm broke? Such little force to cause a break is-” “Well he was kind of far! I don't think he saw properly! That kid had a strength quirk, so he could have put a lot of force-” “(Y/N) it's okay.” Her husband said grabbing her face gently and pressing his forehead to hers. When she’d finally calmed down he pulled away and looked at the doctor. “Okay so let's assume the worst. If it is bone cancer how do we...what do we do next? How do we treat that?” “Normally in the case of a single malignant tumour we can perform an extraction in the target area only. However, in this case, there are nearly a dozen tumours in her humerus. It would likely be advised to perform a full amputation of the limb.” “No! No no no I can't let you do that! My quirk is activated with this arm! Look see my chalk tips?! Without this arm I have no quirk!” “Yes, we've been made aware. In any other case we would suggest chemotherapy or radiation. That wouldn't be the best treatment but it would be another option.” “Then we'll do that!” “Here is where a problem may lie. The other thing our test showed was that you are currently pregnant.” The room went silent. The hands that had been clasping each other slightly went slack. Clearing her throat, (Y/N) had to restate what she just heard to be sure it was actually what was said. “Me? I'm pregnant? We're having another baby?” “Yes. Now it would seem you are very early in your pregnancy. That doesn't mix well with the other options.” “You mean it could hurt the baby?” “It's possible. Chemo is a risk to the fetus in the first trimester. Radiation is a risk up until delivery. If you choose to carry to term, amputation would be your best option.” “Well we aren't aborting, right?” Aizawa asked, looking to his wife for approval and saw her nod in agreement. “So, we only have one option.” “Amputation.” “No treatment.” Both spouses looked at the other as if they’d gone absolutely insane. “What do you mean 'no treatment'? That wasn’t an option.” Aizawa was the first to speak up. “Well I'm making it one. If we choose not to treat what would happen?” “Well you'd have the same symptoms as now, pain brittle bones but eventually if we fear the worst the cancer could metastasize. If that happens it will be much harder to get rid of.” “What are the chances of it metastasizing within 9 months?” “With how many tumours and depending on how bad it is the chances are not in your favour.” “Okay so here's what we're gonna do. We're gonna hold off for a few months until it's safe to start chemo, then we do that. Once I have the baby we can do radiation. But I'm not risking my baby or my hero career.” “So, you’ll risk your life?” Aizawa asked finally letting go of her hand entirely. “I will be fine for a few months. Everything will be okay love. I promise.” “But it wasn’t, I’m assuming?” Ms. Joke asked interrupting Aizawa’s thousand-yard stare. “She’d always been so stubborn. Who the hell even fights crime while pregnant? She took on jobs up until Keshi was born and intended to do so with Maka. I kept telling her to stop, especially with her conditions. She always wanted to save everyone but what about herself? So, I get a call one day that she’d been hurt by a villain, really badly, blood everywhere.” Aizawa took in a few shallow breaths. He could still remember the frantic call from Midnight. He was still hearing (Y/N)’s screams of agony, the very same arm completely shattered from fingertip to shoulder. Her x-rays were like nothing he’d ever seen, her bones had been splintered into something that he would no longer call bones. Mic had been holding Keshi, looking just as nervous. When (Y/N) had lost consciousness from the pain her decision now became his. “The doctors told me they could reset everything back in place. That it wouldn’t be easy but it was possible. Yet in the back of my mind not a day had gone by since she’d gotten the news, that I didn’t wish she’d chosen to not take any risks. So, as her medical proxy, I approved the amputation.” Emi gasped and covered her mouth with her hands. She knew it was a hard decision and she would never sit there and judge him. But she couldn’t imagine waking up suddenly quirkless, having someone take the decision away from you. To know that everything you worked for suddenly came to a dead halt. “She didn’t even need to be told it was me. When she woke up and found out what happened she cried. I mean she sobbed, we couldn’t even bring Keshi in there because we knew it would upset her. When she finally calmed down and she told she’d never forgive me.” “So how were you the one who ended up asking for a divorce?” “I stayed by her side for a few months. But I would always catch these looks she’d give me when she thought I wasn’t looking. Looks as if she hated me, as if she was struggling to even be around me. Things weren’t the same after that, she wasn’t affectionate, and we didn’t talk like we used to. I didn’t want to keep her in a marriage she wasn’t happy in, so I filed for divorce a few months before Maka was born.” “Hmm don’t take offense to this but that’s kind of a dick move.” Aizawa’s head snapped up, not expecting to hear something like that from Ms. Joke. She noticed the look on his face and held her hands up in defense. “Don’t get me wrong, I know it must have been difficult in a way I could never imagine but I can’t help to think of her side you know? I mean in less than a year you find out you have cancer, lose your quirk and your job, then lose your husband all while being pregnant with his child. You gave her a few months to process something that probably would have taken ten times longer.” “I didn’t want her to be upset.” “Or did you not want her to be upset with you? I know it was hard on you, to think that your wife hates you. Now imagine that feeling times two because I bet that’s what she was going through. To me it sounds like you hated that your wife didn’t idolize you anymore. You hated that you gave her a reason to rightfully be upset with you…so you left.” “Yeah well who asked you?” Aizawa mumbled looking into his cup. “No one but if you did ask me, I would tell you that I think she still loves you too. I think if given the chance she would take you back.” “Huh well as usual, you’re wrong.” “Hmm why do you say that?” “I’ve given her chances to take me back. Chances to even just talk to me but she shoots down every single one. If anything, giving these ‘chances’ have only made things worse. Maybe a year ago when I was living at my old apartment, while the kids were sleeping…we spent a night together. I hadn’t been with her or anybody since we split, and I thought I finally had her back. But when I woke up she’d already left. We’d been MARRIED and she treated me like a one-night stand.” Emi could hear how hard it was for him to talk about this, how uncomfortable he was. She didn’t pry yet he continued on. “I tried talking to her about it and I realized that she could separate sex and love as two different things. I couldn’t and didn’t want it to happen again. Really it just severed us even more.” “Hmm this is a tricky situation. I’m 99% sure she’s still in love with you. She looked super jealous when she saw me in here with Maka.” “Of course, but that’s because you were holding her baby, it had nothing to do with me.” “I don’t think so. This wasn’t motherly instinct anger, this was ‘back off my man’ anger. Hmm well this is gonna sound stupid, but did you ever tell her you were sorry for what happened.” “I’m sorry for the consequences but I’m not sorry for the decision I made.” “Did you ever tell her you were sorry for how you made her feel?” The silence between the two was enough of an answer. Emi sighed but smiled at her friend. “Even if it’s years late…say you’re sorry. Tell her you’re in love with her and never stopped being. Tell her how much you want her back and pray it all works out.” Aizawa looked deeply into the woman’s eyes before letting out a short sigh and averting his eyes back onto his plate. “And if she does turn you down…well I’m always available for a date. I’m good with kids and cats!” This got a surprisingly genuine laugh from the man, startlingly Ms. Joke more than anything had that morning. “I know you are, Emi.” ~~~~~ “It’s not fair Yamada! She was so hot!” (Y/N) whined like a teenager as she took another gulp of her drink. “You’ve been hung up on Ms. Joke for the past 4 hours. Do you want to date her or be her?” “Yes!” The two giggled stupidly as (Y/N) appreciated the loud noises of the bar they were in. She was more grateful than ever that Yamada was able to meet tonight and get her mind off things. “Besides why does it bother you so much?” “Because my ex is moving on to bigger and better things. Career wise and in his love life. Yet here I am still stuck in my same old routine. My life has only gone downhill since the split.” “I told you, you shouldn’t have let the divorce go through. You should have taken those divorce papers and ripped them right in front of his face.” “Then Aizawa would have stayed miserable married to me.” “Fuck him!” “Ugh god I wish. I would take another session with him in a heartbeat. How does he manage to look even better than when we were in high school? While I got this mom body to deal with.” “Shut up, you’re still hot.” “You only say that cause you haven’t seen the real story! Clothes can hide a lot!” “Can’t hide everything. (Y/N), you’re a milf if I’ve ever seen one!” (Y/N) choked on her drink before busting out laughing. “Dude shut the hell up, you have to say that because you’re my friend!” “What? I’m just letting you know if you weren’t my best friend’s ex-wife, you’d be my current wife! Look don’t take my word for it. Hey c’mere!” The loud blonde called out to some random guy walking by. “Yamada stop!” (Y/N) urged all while stifling a giggle. After enough arm flailing, the stranger made his way over to the couple of tipsy friends. “If given the opportunity would you or would you not take my friend to the nearest hotel and have kinky sex with her all night?” “Yamada!” “Hell yeah, if she’s offering!” “See I told you, you still got it.” Yamada said with a cocky smirk before his face faltered as a strong set of hands began messaging his shoulders. “What about you, beautiful? You can join us too. Make it a really fun night.” (Y/N) let out a hysterical giggle as the man blew air onto her friend’s ear and he instantly recoiled with a girlish scream. “Sorry I don’t have enough alcohol in my system for that!” “Well how much more do you think it will take?” The stranger said reaching into his wallet. “A few drops short of alcohol poisoning! Come on (Y/N), let’s go!” (Y/N) continued to laugh as she wheeled out after her bolting friend. Once they were a few feet away from the bar, the blonde man turned to his friend with a pout. “It’s not funny!” “You should have gone for him he wasn’t bad.” “Yeah well my standards go a little higher than ‘not bad’. Besides that man wanted to ravish me, take away my innocence!” “Your innocence!? Bitch please, if you’re innocent then I’m a virgin!” “Rude! You make me seem like a cheap slut.” Her friend pouted slightly. “Aww no come on. You’re an expensive slut! All someone has to do is mention how much they love your radio show and boom you’re waking up in a stranger’s bed.” Hizashi did chuckle a bit at the truth behind that statement. He’d gone out with (Y/N) enough times for her to see his patterns of casual flings. Which in mentioning only made him curious. “I do tend to get pretty sidetracked when we go out like this. What happens to you? Do you ever find anyone that catches your interest?” (Y/N) slowly stopped laughing and began wheeling towards the park across the street. Not leaving her friend hanging she just sort of shrugged her shoulders. “Not really.” “So…have you BEEN WITH anyone since you got divorced? Besides of course that time you used Aizawa.” The blonde threw his hands up in defense when he saw the woman shoot him an icy glare. “I didn’t use him okay. He wanted it just as much as I did, he just had to go and make things weird after. And to answer your question…yes I have been with other people.” “Oh yeah? How many?” “Like one practically every weekend the kids are with their father.” “Shiiiiit and you’re calling me the slut? How come I’ve never gotten a turn?” “Because Aizawa would string you up to the tallest tower in Japan.” “Wait so you score a new body each week and you still think you’re not attractive? Biiitch you were just fishing for compliments at this point.” “Yeah well if I’m so hot how come Aizawa didn’t want me?” Hizashi stopped walking and watched his friend carry on. Very rarely did she speak about her feelings on the divorce in this manner. No matter how drunk he got her, her confessions were always full of comical anger or humorous self-deprecation. She never said anything so serious. “Didn’t want you? You’re joking right? You know that man has been pining for you since highschool and kicked it into overdrive the past three years. I’ve told you all this before. I know you don’t like to mention it but you can talk to me about this you know? It’s been a long time…don’t you think it’s time to talk about it with someone?” “Whatever, people pinning over others don’t divorce their pregnant wives. They don’t break apart their families. They don’t make life changing decisions for the other knowing damn well its not what they want. They don’t ruin everything you ever worked for! I worked hard to have a nice family and be this great hero and he took it all away from me.” (Y/N) stopped her wheelchair and wiped at her damp eyes. “He took everything from me, and he never even apologized for it.” “Would you have forgiven him even if he did?” Hizashi said kicked at the rock on the sidewalk. “Because from what I remember, you told him the opposite. But I don’t think your deal is forgiving him, it’s about forgiving yourself.” “What the hell do I have to forgive myself for?” “For almost hurting your family more than he did.” Hizashi sighed before plopping on the park bench. “You’ve always been a proud girl and if I had half your power or charisma, I would have been the same. It made you a great hero, but it also made you a pain in the ass. (Y/N), there was no perfect ending to your situation. Aizawa knew that no matter what someone was going to lose something.” “Yeah well why did it have to be me who lost everything? And why did he get to decide that?” “Because you didn’t lose everything and he’s the reason you didn’t. Remember when you came into that hospital completely broken, they told you Maka was in distress. There was so much going on and another incident like that… Aizawa made the choice for him to lose you so that he could keep Maka and so Maka could keep you. You both could have died or just Maka or just you. His reason for leaving you was selfish but not his reason for choosing what he did.” (Y/N) continued to let the hot tears stream down her face as she took in her friend’s words. “I know you were hurt. I know he made a mistake not talking it over with you more. And he made an even bigger one by being a coward and running instead of sticking with you. But (Y/N) you got to let him make mistakes because he let you make yours.” “What good does any of that do me now? It’s been years and the things I’ve said to him…the way I treated him. He’d never wait so long just off hope alone.” “I don’t think that man could give up on you if he tried. Talk to him and if things don’t go the way you want, I would make an excellent step-dad!” “Stupid!” ~~~~~ “Mama’s gonna be maaaaad!” Maka sing-songed as his father’s heart pounded hard. “Yeah mad at daddy!” Keshi mocked shaking her head to feel her newly shortened hair sway back and forth. “You know better than to fall asleep with gum in your mouth.” Aizawa said fruitlessly attempting to smooth down her tangled bob. “How the hel-heck is your hair still a mess even this short?” “Well like father like daughter no?” The familiar voice came from the doorway. “Mama!” Keshi and Maka called out in unison as they ran over to the smiling woman. She ran her hand through the young girl’s short hair. “I’m sorry (Y/N). One of my students gave her bubblegum and she napped with it and it ended up in her hair and-” “I think it’s lovely. Very cute and accentuates those beautiful sleepy eyes of yours.” Aizawa couldn’t help but blush. He knew she was referring to their daughter but everyone had always said he and Keshi shared the same tired eyes. “We are very sorry ma’am!” A blonde boy said looking just a bit nervous. “We gave her some gum without asking.” (Y/N) was surprised by the small gaggle of apologetic boys standing behind her family and smiled. Knowing Aizawa, he had probably forced them to come and apologize to her. The thought made her giggle slightly. “But you’re right! She does look really cute with that haircut!” Kaminari offered rubbing his palm across the girl’s head, static electricity making it fluff up. The girl’s cheeks puffed in anger as she pulled away from him. “She’s too young for you, go away.” Aizawa said his hair slowly floating. “W-what!? That’s not what I meant!” “Hey be careful this guy’ll fall for anyone whose nice to him.” Kirishima said slinging an arm around his friend’s shoulder. “Well then I will have to be mean to him!” Keshi mumbled running to bury her pink face in her father’s leg. “Besides I like Shiso bestest. He reminds me of daddy!” “It’s Shinsou. Shiso is a type of plant.” “The kid from the Sports Festival?” (Y/N) asked Aizawa who nodded quickly. “The resemblance is uncanny. When I saw him on T.V I was sure I was looking at an old high school photo of yours. I almost thought maybe you had a secret love child you never told me about.” The woman teased. Todoroki’s eyes widened and his lips parted to speak before Midoriya gently placed a hand in front of his mouth. “We should probably get going now so you can get situated.” Iida spoke up, ushering his classmates out the door. “Mama you aren’t mad at daddy, are you?” Maka asked sweetly. “Of course not baby, hair grows back.” “Then he can come live with us and you two can get married?” The young boy asked hopefully, making Aizawa’s hair stand up on the back of his neck. Leave it to a toddler to have the attention span of a ferret when you need him to remember something and then to spill every detail to your ex-wife that you figured he would have forgotten. “Go on daddy, tell mama that you miss her!” His daughter urged pulling his fingers towards his wife and son. “Keshi, that’s enough. Go take Maka and both of you go potty before you get in the car.” Both kids seemed to be visibly disappointed that nothing seemed to change but did as their father told them. (Y/N) watched as their little bodies turned the corner and against her better judgment looked up at Aizawa. “(Y/N) I didn’t put them up to that or anything. I would never use our kids to guilt you and I ju-” “I know, Sho.” She hadn’t called him that nickname in years. He missed it even though he’d told her how much he hated it when they were together. “And when you came over and saw Ms. Joke. She and I aren’t dat-” “It’s really none of my business.” “Well it is because you need to know who’s around our babies. I’m not dating anyone, she’s just a colleague.” “I see…I’m not dating anyone either. Not even Yamada, he told me you were worried about that. I would never do that to you, you know…date your best friend.” “You’ve never even thought about it?” “You got me there. I can’t lie. He’s attractive and attentive and great with our kids but when I look at him all I see is you. If I wanted him, I would’ve chosen him back in highschool.” Aizawa was staring at the woman in awe. She was speaking with him like a normal person. There was no ill intended sarcasm or strained disinterest. He didn’t know why it was happening but he figured it didn’t matter either way. Getting onto his knees so he would be level with her eyes, Aizawa placed his hand on her knee. The young woman looked taken aback but didn’t move away or push him off. “(Y/N), I can sit here and blame you for never getting to do this. To imply that you never gave me the chance to say it would be wrong because I had three years to tell you and it shouldn’t have taken me this long to make it happen. I am so sorry for what I did to you. You needed me and I left you. I saw everything you were losing, and I didn’t stop and think that I shouldn’t let you lose me too.” The woman almost looked like she wanted to cry before scoffing and turning her head. “Idiot. None of us lost anything important. I lost a job but I found another. I lost a quirk but I found it again through Maka. Our children are both alive and happy. If anything all we lost was us…our marriage.” “This was the only way I was willing to lose you and I knew I would. I wasn’t going to let you die. I could stand to lose you as a wife but I couldn’t stand for the kids to lose their mother.” “I know. If you had a chance to go back and do things over would you have changed any of it?” “Any of it? Yeah, I would. After I made the decision, I never would have left you. You needed time and I didn’t give it to you. I’d have given you the world. But if you’re asking if my decision would have been different…no. I could live my life a thousand times and I would always choose to make that call.” “I see…” “I guess that’s not exactly what you wanted to hear.” “Well-” “We’re ready momma! Let’s go get food!” Maka said barreling into his mom’s lap. “What? Food? You little piggies are always eating! But I suppose we can grab something to eat before we head home.” “Yay! We say bye to daddy now?” Maka asked looking just a little sad. (Y/N) looked into those bright round eyes and pressed her lips to the child’s forehead before smiling brightly. “Why don’t you ask daddy if he would like to have dinner with us?” Aizawa’s head snapped up in disbelief. “Yes daddy please come eat with us!!!” His kids said now crowding around him. Looking up (Y/N) was smiling at the image of her children and their father together. “Wahhh! Daddy why are you crying now?” Keshi called him out immediately, only for the man to laugh and wipe at his eyes. “I would love to come have dinner with you guys.” “And then you come live with us? Or we live here with you!” Maka exclaimed excitedly. “One step at a time, kid.” “Come on daddy! I will race you and Maka to the car!” Keshi called out already making a bolt for the car with Maka trailing behind her. “Hurry up or you’ll lose.” “No, I don’t think I will.”

[yandere-daydreams]

Kinktober - Day Six

Prompt: Humilation 

Pairing: Aizawa/Reader

TW: Teacher/Student Relationships, Non-Consensual Touching, Public Nudity, Implied Former Abuse and Implied Black-Mail.

You’d never thought your classroom was this big.

The fluorescents lights were just bright enough for you to see every corner, every empty desk, every spot your fellow students had existed in less than half an hour ago, even with only half of them switched on. It made you feel vulnerable, sitting on Aizawa’s desk, your back facing the teacher as he graded the essays your class had turned in today. Yours was already sitting to the side, a perfect score etched in red-pen near the top, as all your assignments were. Your uniform had been all-but ripped off, too, shirt and blazer hanging open, nothing covering your lower-half save for the textbook balanced in your lap and a pair of socks you could swear were higher than the other students wore.

You were stripped, put on a pedestal, exposed, and yet, that goddamn leash had to be the worst part.

As you subconsciously reached up, intending to fiddle with the strip of leather secured tightly around your neck, Aizawa tugged on the rope attached to your collar, jerking you downward and making you stumble to catch yourself. The attempt was vain, your book crashing to the floor as you awkwardly bent in front of him, keeping your gaze focused on the tile below his chair rather than the man himself.

You were smart enough not to meet his eyes, by now.

Aizawa, on the other hand, used his free hand to cup your jaw, his thumb prodding at your cheek. The touch was uncharacteristically affectionate, but the illusion was quickly broken as his grip grew firmer, stricter. Like the teacher you knew and were supposed to love. “You’re so shy, now. All flushed and embarrassed…” He paused, scanning over you. The evaluation alone was enough to make you curl into yourself, the room suddenly seeming so much colder than it had been, a few seconds ago. “Where was all this during class? You weren’t so humble when Bakugo was the one drooling over you.”

You didn’t answer. You knew better.

Aizawa frowned, tugging on your leash once again, forcing you lower. If he cared about the papers now scattering themselves at his feet, he didn’t seem to care. “Maybe I should show you off to the other teachers,” He wondered, now running a hand through your hair. “You might even be expelled, when they see what a little slut you are, distracting your peers and your instructors. We can’t just let someone who’s willing to whore themselves out become a Hero, now can we? Not unless we want the villains to fuck you to death.”

At this, you perked up, your eyes widening. Being a Hero was everything to you, graduating from U.A. was everything. The threat of expulsion was a death sentence, and Aizawa knew that, better than anyone. 

Of course, your reaction was nothing short of instinctive. “No, please, please don’t, I’ll do whatever you-”

A loud crash reverberated through the room as you were thrown to the floor, the pain only having a moment to settle-in and ache before a fist closed around your collar, dragging you onto your knees just as swiftly as he forced your cheek into his lap. Rough material rubbed against your skin, burning and itching, any privacy you could’ve had disregarded as he stared down at you, his frown stretching into a wide, toothy smirk, the kind capable of crushing any hope you had for mercy without a single word.

Not that what he actually said was very comforting.

“We’ve been over this, bad kitties don’t get to speak.” The statement was punctuated with another pull, only bringing you closer to him. You closed your eyes, attempting to silently distract yourself, but you couldn’t block out the sound of fabric rubbing against fabric, the soft reverberation of a zipper coming through loud and clear, despite your best attempts to keep from hearing it.

“Let’s do something useful with that mouth.”

[peaxhcringe]

uhm this may be... Weird, but uh thanks for existing <3 i love your writings uhm and if your aren't busy, could I request a Bakugou x SleepDeprived!S/O or SleepDeprived!Reader if that makes sense (since they're basically the same thing but back on track-)... Uhm for the sleep deprived part it would be like the reader (aka the word you-) is fighting or training and all of a sudden they just... pass out... Because they're very sleep-deprived-- Uh Thank you again for existing sorry if ur busy <3

Hello, thank you and thank you for existing to 🥺💕 I went ahead and did both a hc and a small oneshot beneath it since I couldn’t decide which to do. I hope you like it! 💕

Requests: Open

Character: Bakugou

Genre: Fluff

Hc:

First of all our little boom boom boy would notice that you weren’t getting enough sleep

Both from how your mood changes and how you had been doing durning training

He’d definitely try to talk to you about it and ask why you haven’t been sleeping and if there was anything he could do

Our boi would google how to help someone who is sleep deprived

If you’re sleep deprived from an illness like insomnia he’d stay up with you on nights you couldn’t sleep

If it was from school he’d help you with school work, making sure you got it done or even doing it for you

Scenerio:

You stood in the training room, your eyes barely staying open as Deku and Bakugou fought. The noises around you sounded somewhat distorted, your vision already somewhat blurry, but nothing you couldn’t handle as you’ve been seeing this for the last day. You leaned up against Kirishima, your arm on his shoudler as you tried to keep yourself up right.

“Y/n, you okay? You look really pale?” Kirishima asked, his head turning away from the match in front of you

You turned your head and looked up at him, giving him a soft smile before nodding

“Just a little tired is all” You said, giving him a thumbs up before turning your attention back to Bakugou and Deku

As the practice match ended, your head began to pound, you couldn’t do much as you and Kirishima were up next. You looked over at Kirishima before you both started walking towards the center, passing Deku and Bakugou.

“Y/n!” Bakugou said, his hand gripping your arm lightly making you stop “Are you okay?”

You tilted your head, a bit confused as to why he was asking. Before you had a chance to reply Aizawa told you both to split so everyone could get done training faster. You waved at Bakugou as you left and walked over to standing in front of Kirishima.

You both looked at eachother as Aizawa began to count down, making sure to move and get into a fighting stance. Once the number 1 left Aizawa’s mouth you both began, you on the defense as Kirishima went straight for you.

You used your quirk, knocking him back and onto the ground. Your eyes followed him as his recovered, watching as he stood up and looked at you. As you watched him you noticed 2 Kirishima’s now standing in front of you, making you take a few steps back, confusion crossing you face as all the sounds around you began to become distorted.

You noticed both Kirishima’s face turn from engergetic to concerned, you stared at him, your facing turning pale and your body slowly swaying. Your watched as his lips moved, obviously speaking, but no sound coming out of his mouth as he holds a hand out to your swaying form.

Your look over to the rest of the class, watching as people turn to eachother and whisper, a few of the students looking concerned, especially Bakugou. You turned your gaze back to Kirishima, just in time to see him dash towards you as everything fades to black.

~~~~~

“They’ll be fine, just give her a few mintues and let her rest”

Your eyes fluttered open at a voice, two large bright lights shined down on you making your eyes blink until they adjusted. You carefully lifted a hand up to your eyes, rubbing them try to move the sleepiness away, only to feel a soft blanket covering your body.

“Ah sleeping beauty has awoken” a voice spoke, making you turn your head to see Bakugou sitting by your bed.

The white walls that surrounded you, made you instantly realize you were in Recovery Girl’s office, which would explain the bright lights above your head.

You glare at Bakugou, as he smiles, clearly hiding his anxiousness behind it.

“Now that you’re awake just lay here a rest, I’ll be back to check on you” Recovery Girl spoke, next to Bakugou, as she turned to leave the door closing with a small click

The moment the door clicked shut Bakugou’s entire demeanor changed, his face instantly turned from a smile to complete concer, his hands now on your arms.

“What the hell happened out there dumbass?!” He asked, his eyes searching your face trying to think of anything that was wrong

You looked up at him with a smile, your heart breaking seeing him this worried.

“I- I just haven’t gotten much sleep lately, I must’ve passed out” You suggested, shrugging your shoulders as you told him

He ‘tched’ as you told him, his eyes rolling, before he looked down at you.

“Move” he said, plainly, motioning his hands for you to scoot over

You looked him, confused for a second before making room on the small bed, leaving enough room off the edge so you didn’t roll off. The bed dipped as he climbed in, both of you barely fitting on the tiny bed leaving you to basically lay on top of him, which neither of you really minded.

Your head rested against his chest, as his arms wrapped around your back, one of his hands reaching up and placing itself in your hair. His fingers softly twirled and brushed strands, letting them fall softly back in place.

“You know, you could’ve told me you couldn’t sleep dumbass” He began, his breath blowing softly on the top of your head “I’ll always be here if you need me, I love you dumbass” He finished, placing a soft kiss on the top of your head

“I love you too” You whispered out against his chest, before sleep overtook you, his heartbeat and warm embrace the last thing you remember.

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[starlights-imagination]

So why’s Aizawa your favorite? Also, why is Katsuki in your top three?

-🎬

Ps

Did you get my request?

Yes, I did get your request and I'm working on it! I'm having a lot of fun with it, and hope it will be ready by Wednesday, but no promises! I'm also working on something for Shouto Todoroki right now, so it might be after Christmas.

The reason Aizawa is my favorite is because, to put it plainly, I have daddy issues lmao

Aizawa is a huge comfort to me and my trauma honestly. Whenever my dad does something to make me feel shitty, I think about Aizawa and different scenerios on how he would make me feel better. I wish Aizawa was my dad irl

[bnha-platonic-abo]

So hey about those bakusquad rambles I promised and never wrote, here they are

///Is this late? Yeah I know it’s late. I’m not dead I just don’t have motivation, But you guys can always send any specific scenerios you want me to write, it is okay if you switch the dynamics I usually use, but they will probably be a little shorter and completely my view on the situation, I will refuse very few, and no nsfw thanks, this is a platonic blog, a little bit of romance specific requests are okay though, so feel free to ask if you want to see something ship focused, or even some bromance or familial (with for example Aizawa and 1A, etc)

- Kaminari is a very energetic social butterfly and basically knows everyone, which makes the rest of the bakusquad kinda uncomfortable, specially when they find someone is casually touching him and they’ve basically never seen the person before and the person is just like acting so casual because Kaminari acts like that too and they’re all chucking vinegar in the background

- Kirishima is a cuddler, it’s pretty obvious. He attacks everyone in the bakusquad, going behind them and hugging them usually starting by the hips, but he only does it rarely to Bakugou because usually he gets exploded on the face when he does it. 

- They all have relativaly different reactions to Kirishima’s hugs: 

   - like Kaminari will usually bursts out laughing because Kirishima accidentally (or not) touched him somewhere ticklish, and then he’ll return the hug like a clingy monkey

  - Bakugou usually attempts to explode him if he’s not in the mood, very rarely he just glares once and when he’s confirmed its one of his idiots he’ll just keep walking as if nothing happened with Kirishima stuck to him, everyone is looking in the dorms but they don’t dare say anything

  - Mina usually just squeezes his arm back and laughs a bit then later she’ll return it really hard and start to hug the others too, ‘cause once she’s hugged one she’s got to hug all of them;

  - Sero is usually the most surprised because he usually doesn’t get that many hugs specially from behind, he finds it kinda weird because it feels like a warm creature is stuck to his back and sometimes he’ll just look around confused because Kirishima is shorter than him and he doesn’t see him immediately then he’ll later notice his hands and usually just casually let his weight droop over the other, Kirishima doesn’t mind, Sero isn’t all that heavy anyways

- Mina tends to be a little dense but she’s really good at comforting and very casual with her boys, but she’s definitely not lacking as an alpha, and she can easily supress the others if she gets really serious or angry (which are both rare)

- Sero makes so many jokes that sometimes you can’t tell if he’s joking or not when he say something really dark because someone is eyeing one of his alphas or omega (he’s the secretly possessive type, he shows pretty rarely, and a whole lot less than the others but if you look at him enough its there)

- Kaminari secretly like seeing them jealous and possessive sometimes, but he has to admit its a bit annoying at times

[bnhaficsforthesoul]

If you’re not too busy but may I request a smol nsfw scenerio where Shinso finds out his girlfriend has a voice kink (he’s insecure about his voice and quirk but it literally makes her weak at the knees)

Anon: pretty please with a cherry on top shinso talking dirty to his girlfriend with a voice kink

Imma combine these two, hope ya dont mind!

Warning: nsfw, 18+

You watched as Shinsou walked around the kitchen - finding something to eat after having been training with Aizawa for a few hours. You were sitting on the counter with furrowed brows - why did he look so upset?

"Toshi, baby, c'mere. What's wrong?"

He sighed, huffing as he apparently gave up on finding a snack, and he walked over to you and stood in between your legs. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pushed his cheek against your chest- feeling your heartbeat against him.

"Trainings just tough... of course I have a quirk that has to use my stupid voice - at least I can copy other ones sometimes..."

Cocking your head, you furrowed your brows? Stupid voice??? He obviously didn't know how much you adored his voice - especially as you felt your panties moisten as he talked to you, his voice rough from frustration.

"Hitoshi, you dont like your voice? Why not?"

You felt him grumble against your chest- the vibrations going straight to your core and you whimpered slightly - glad you were sitting so he wouldnt see the effect he had on you from something so simple.

"For one - my quirk sucks y/n, everyone thinks so. People hear my voice and they shut down. 'Dont talk to that guy, or hell brainwash ya'... god, I hate it. And anyways, my voice sounds dumb - I hate hearing myself talk sometimes."

Oh - so people, who had said horrible things about his quirk ever since he got it, made him hate his voice. Horrible. Simply horrible. Now, you gotta show your perfect boyfriend just how amazing his voice actually is.

Spreading your legs a bit more, you grabbed his arm and removed it from your back while you unbuttoned your pants with the other hand. Undoing the zipper, you grabbed his hand and pushed it down your pants, allowing him to feel just how wet you had gotten from his words alone.

His eyes widened slightly as you did so - why were you so wet? You hadn't been doing anything, "What's got you so wet, kitten. What have you been thinking about?"

"I haven't been thinking about anything - I've been sitting here listening to you talk. Toshi, you wanna know how much I love your voice - I'm soaked just listening to you~"

Shinsou smirked at this, chuckling lightly. Wow - so you really did like his voice, and if you're this wet, then hes gotta indulge you. He pushed his hand further into your pants, cupping your mound and pressing 2 fingers roughly into your slit over your panties, watching as you let out a mewl at his touch.

"Wow kitten, so horny, and I haven't even done anything. Would you cum from me talking? I'd love to see that happen - you wanna cum from my voice baby?"

He pulled down your pants as you nodded, along with your panties, seeing the prominent wet stains left on the inside of your jeans. Your slit was glistening, your juices having spread down to your upper thighs as well - all for him.

"Look at me kitten, dont take your eyes off of mine."

At that, he pressed his face into your sopping core, licking slowly in between your folds and teasing your hole - his nose pressed lightly against your clit. He hummed against you - eyes lighting up as you threw your head back and grabbed tightly at his fluffy hair.

Still, he smacked your thigh harshly, lightly tugging on your clit before he spoke, "I said look at me kitten, or I'll stop."

You stared back down at him as you bit your lip, god it felt so good. His rough licks directly on your clit accompanied by the deep groans hed let out just to tease you - you were in heaven.

Shinsou pulled himself away from your cunt, laughing softly as he saw you drip into a small puddle on the counter. He knew you were close- and he wanted to use this newfound kink.

He grabbed your face with his left hand, pulling you in for a deep kiss as his other went towards your aching pussy. Two fingers immediately made their way into your tight entrance, and you moaned into his mouth as he wiggled them around. His thumb brushed over your stiff clit, and you whimpered, feeling dangerously close now.

"Hitoshi - please, I'm so close."

He slowed down his movements just a bit, and moved down to bite harshly against your neck before whispering in your ear.

"You gonna cum? Do it kitten, cum all over my hand - get these counters all dirty with your juices. Come on kitten, scream for me, I wanna hear you scream my name."

His deep voice directly in your ear sent you over - and you screamed his name like a mantra as you came, your hot juices falling all over the counter and dripping onto the floor. "Good girl, just like that, cum for me." He increased the pace of his fingers, moving back to watch as it made your cum shoot out even further.

After a minute, you calmed down, falling limp against the wall behind you as Hitoshi removed his fingers from your used cunt. Maybe his voice wasn't so bad after all.

[spaced-out-imagines]

Shirakumo helping his S/O who has trouble controlling their strong quirk headcanons

Request (from @melancholy--haze​ ):  hey! could i request a hc or scenerio with shirkumo oboro and a partner who has a really powerful quirk but have zero confidence using it. like they want to be a hero but have no idea how to control this overly powerful quirk and how he might help them through it.

a/n: Thanks for the request! I decided to do some headcanons this time because I’ve done a couple of oneshots already, so I hope you don’t mind. I hope you like it and thanks for giving me the opportunity to write for my favourite cloud boy!

Warnings: none!

First of all this boy is your own personal cheerleader

Shirakumo will make it abundantly clear that he really admires the fact that you have a strong quirk and that you want to become a hero

When he hears that you don’t have a lot of confidence in your quirk he will immediately rush over and hype you up

Saying that your quirk is amazing and that you just need more practice to learn how to control it

He is completely willing to help you if you want to train and will even encourage you to train with him

If your quirk is physical and you’re scared of hurting him, he quickly dismisses it and tells you he can protect himself if things go wrong

His clouds can protect him from most physical damage and he reminds you of that every single time you get worried

If your quirk isn’t physical he still encourages you to train with him and will help you when you lose control

Will even rope Aizawa into helping you by erasing your quirk if things get out of hand (AIzawa complains about it but in reality he doesn’t mind too much)

Shirakumo has pretty good control with his quirk and so he tries to give you tips on how to control your own quirk

Will tell you how he learned to control his quirk and will then try to apply those strategies to yours

If that doesn’t work he will try to come up with different ideas and will bounce them off of you to see which ones you’re interested in

Shirakumo might not be the brightest bulb in the box with some things but I believe that he is smart in terms of quirks and in combat

Like he utilises his quirk really well and knows how to use it both offensively and defensively so he will for sure try to analyze your quirk and will try to make some strategies that play to your quirk’s strengths

If you’re really stressed about your chances of becoming a hero or if you’re really tired and upset, he will take you on a ride using his quirk to take your mind off of it

He always makes sure you take breaks and you don’t overwork yourself

Will scold you lightly if he finds out you’re pushing yourself too hard but he also understands why you do it

That doesn’t mean he won’t drag you to your room to take a nap though (and maybe sneak in some cuddles because this boy loves to cuddle but that’s a discussion for another post)

Overall, Shirakumo will always be your hype man, will try to help you with your quirk (with either training or making strategies), and will make sure you know your limits

[weebsinstash]

I have been waiting SO long for this scenerio to be written 😭😭😭 and it was so worth the wait! Angstsy with what kinda qualifies as a fluff ending is my crack my dude. What would it be like if you hurt Aizawa and it’s up to Hizashi to find you? I think he’d not be as aggressive when he finds you, but certainly more feral. Or maybe Hizashi would actually turn cold when faced with something like that- like a total personality flip? Regardless, love your work, love you, keep it up!

Honestly yeah, I think he'd be some "here's johnny" levels of unhinged feral energy. He's an emotional high energy guy, and he can't exactly "shut out" his feelings as Shouta can

You know, Shouta, his loving partner, who you decked over the head so hard he passed out so you could escape. So yeah, Hizashi isn't exactly composed when he finds you. He's barely slept, if even at all, confronting you with messy tossled hair and manic bloodshot eyes. His huge toothy smile says he's happy to see you but his eyes scream "don't run or i will fucking eat you alive"

so of course you run because he looks like he just spent the last several days hiking through the woods on nothing but coffee and adrenaline. It takes him a little while longer to find you than Aizawa could have done it and that just makes him all the more upset when you start to flee

"C'mon baby, don't be like that! I won't hafta break yer legs if you stop runnin'!"

"Hon-e-e-e-y!!! You know I just wanna hold ya! And maybe smack ya around a little!!"

"Do you have ANY IDEA how many BUGS are out here?! Stop makin' me chase you!!"

Eventually he'll have enough. His boots aren't suited for this muddy terrain and he's much more equipped to be a city Hero, you know? His clothes get all snagged in some bushes or branches or brambles as he has to watch you running away, farther and farther--

He uses his Voice and doesn't stop until you fall. Inner ear damage throws off your sense of balance as you can hardly hear a thing, unable to get up, only crying on the ground in pain. When the radiot star finally catches up to you he's obviously thrilled to have you back, but also sad as he coos at your cowering form and bleeding ears.

"Awww, now why didja go and make me hafta do that, listener? Poor baby, can ya even hear me right now?"

He'll hush you and baby talk, lulling you into a false sense of security before suddenly there's a needle poking into your neck, Present Mic sporting this sad little smile.

"Sorry boo, but I can't risk havin' you tryna run off again. I'll make sure to have you nice and cozy back home by the time you wake up, k?"

[plusonetm]

TELL ME ABOUT YANDERE SHOTO AND TAKE ALL THE TIME YOU NEED I'M STILL WRITING WHAT HAPPENS NEXT FOR YANDERE AIZAWA

THANK YOU I NEEDED AN EXCUSE TO WRITE MORE SELF INDULGENT SHOTO ANGST

Shouto starts out in denial. He hates himself for his possessiveness, for how his fingers twitch when someone gets too close to his love (It could be anyone really, Bakugou, Izuku, Shinsou, anyone would work. For this scenerio we're just gonna say he likes Izuku.) He hates himself for the rush of pure jealousy and envy and anger he gets when anyone nears Izu.

But he can't help it. The thought of anyone being closer to Izu than him makes his blood boil. He's never had anything for himself in his life. Everything he's ever had has never truly been his own, and he just wants something for himself. Something, or rather someone, like Izuku. Izuku, who's kind and sweet and the most heroic person he's ever met and who would never be truly his. It's hopeless, his love, his obsession, is hopeless.

And he tries his best to ignore it, to keep a straight face even when Izu throws himself into harm's way and gets hurt over and over. He tries so hard to ignore the barely contained anger seeping through him when he sees Izu's scars. He's the only one allowed to hurt Izuku. But he's not, and he most definitely shouldn't be thinking like that, like Izuku's just an object. He's a hero in training. Ice shouldn't spill across his skin with every incident when someone hurts his Izuku. Fire shouldn't burn in his veins with every look shot Izu's way.

He holds himself back for the longest time, biting into his hand to keep himself silent and trying oh so hard to not let the anger overcome him. He's a ticking time bomb, and the timer's running out.

And then the worst happens.

Uraraka confesses to Izu, his Izu, and then they get together. They kiss, they hold hands, they do it all, and it makes Shouto detonates.

[yandere-daydreams]

Hello! I'm currently dying becuase I just found your blog and coincidently your ask is open,,,,in saying that may I request a scenario for Aizawa having to force feed his S/O that was starving themselves ? Sorry if this is kinda dark :o

I kind of have a ‘thing’ with food, so I substituted with water. Plus, I like dehydration, for some reason. Hope you don’t mind.

“C’mon, kitten. I’m not asking for a lot.” The words were spoken with an uncharacteristic kindness, a softness that just felt wrong coming from Aizawa. You’d say he was treating you like a student, but… well, that’d just be a lie. He prodded your lips with something cold and metal, trying to tempt you into drinking. You barely opened your eyes, just clinging to his arm and shaking your head.

Aizawa hadn’t tied you down today, he didn’t need to. You were too weak to stand without help, much less run or fight against his suffocating forms of ‘affection’. The pounding headache you’d been trying to ignore for the past four days had faded into your general exhaustion, just as the pain from your sore throat had. Now, all you wanted to do was go to sleep and hope you didn’t wake up. Unfortunately, Aizawa seemed determined to keep you awake and, by association, alive.

You could feel Aizawa tense next to you, the flask pulling away slowly. You fell into his side as the arm you were leaning on wrapped around your shoulders, almost protectively. “You’re going to die if you keep this up,” He mumbled, more for him than for you. Both of you already knew your ultimate ‘goal’. If anything, he’d been in denial longer than you had. Silence hung in the air, before a hand ran through your hair gently. “Do you really hate me that much?”

“Yes.” You didn’t have to think. The broken ankle from your last rebellious phase served as an excellent reminder. “I’d just stab myself and get this over with, but you won’t give me a knife.”  

There was a quiet laugh, followed by a peck to your forehead. With a few more strokes of your hair, ha clamped down, pushing you down onto the bed with a painful force. You made a weak attempt to sit up, or roll over, or do anything before he had a chance to, but there was a hand on your neck in less than a second. He didn’t squeeze, but the threat was there, and fuck, he wanted you to know it. Reluctantly, you opened your eyes, only to close them instantly. The hero looked like he was in worse condition than you, completely disheveled and damn-near crying. Again, the mouthpiece was pushed against your lips, with more insistence then he’d used before. “Drink, now. I don’t want to hurt you, but I will if you make this difficult.”

Reluctantly, you opened your mouth. The flood-gates opened as the entire flask was forced down your throat, burning the sore skin and trickling over your cheeks. You gagged, choking more than once, but he didn’t back down until the bottle was empty. As soon as he pulled away, you rolled onto your side, coughing and sputtering and just trying to catch your breath. Aizawa didn’t seem to notice, just smiling, leaning down to kiss the corner of your mouth.

“Isn’t that better? He purred, drumming his fingers on the bed. You didn’t answer. Despite your dazed-state being ripped away from you, your paralyzing headache now refreshed and back in full-force. “Now, why don’t we get something to eat?”

[senboago]

Trying to not think of her co-worker in certain... not-so-innocent... scenerios... is tough. Especially when she have to spend hours with him. In the same room. Listen to voice list along, drawn out and directed to students, most attentively listening. Meanwhile, her own mind drifts. Her eyes roaming his features every time he’s turned away.

Aimi sighs. The thoughts of Shota Aizawa, every smirks and remark made. And a realization:

He’s right. She’s not innocent.

Her mind is filth. Rotten to its core. Yet could he possibly blame her? From that very day. Their meeting when she fell into his lap, literally. Only for it to wind up as some odd date. Could she call it that? A make-up to waking him. Whisked away to some café, upon his request.

And Valentine’s. Just yesterday, still fresh and anew in her mind. She frowned to herself. Felt doubt ebb at her heart, in her gut, nitpick at her brain.

An idiot, she thought bitterly. What an absolute fool she made of herself. Acting like one of their own high schoolers. Like some teen girl with a silly crush. Unable to not stumble on herself. And his words could only stick in her mind now.

She dropped her gaze when he turned around. Perhaps he caught her previous direction, but now it fell flat on the floor.

Yep, an idiot. That’s what she was. Feeling a flutter in her chest from just one smirk. Two. Three. However many he would direct her way. As if she should read more into it, and yet she can’t stop. Not when all she gave him was chocolate. An ever normal thing to give people you know on such a holiday.

And now she sits here, trying to swirl doubt out of her mind.

[phoenixkaizen]

Just Like You

Summary: Prompt fic. Aizawa and All might in high school, and Aizawa is getting teased for being gay, Toshinori tries to cheer him up with cuddles Author's Note: Another prompt fill from tumblr! Alright so the title of this fic is the song title Just Like You by Louis Tomlinson. Louis is literally my favorite singer ever and I've been watching him since his X Factor days with One Direction. I tend to use his song titles in a lot of what I write. This song just seemed fitting for this scenerio. Warnings: Bullying, Homophobic slurs, talks of suicide but not by Shouta, language, a pissed off Toshinori, Enji is suddenly... niceish?

Faggot. Queer. Homo. You're disgusting. You deserve to die. Just do everyone a favor and kill yourself. Every single word constantly rang through Shouta's head as he walked the halls of U.A. Recently, he had accidentally came out to his class when they were talking about one of the pro heroes who had recently come out. It had slipped out before he could even catch himself. Ever since then, it seemed like the entire school knew of his sexuality. Now every step he took was followed closely behind by verbal abuse of so called heroes to be. Even members of other classes had gotten involved. Support, General, Business. Apparently it didn't matter. He was only in his first year. He had three more years of this torment. He was still the same Shouta that they knew before he had came out but now it was a complete one eighty. He had been isolated. He was already close to being an outcast for his quirk but now he was an outcast. Only five people remained by his side. His fellow classmates and friends, Oboro Shirakumo and Hizashi Yamada and his friend from Class 2-B, Nemuri Kayama. Lastly, his own boyfriend Toshinori Yagi from Class 3-A. The only people who knew of his relationship with Toshinori were his friends. Toshinori wasn't technically out of the closest but he didn't really care. Toshinori didn't care about who he was in a relationship with as long as if he loved them. Toshinori was the sun of Shouta's life. His smile couldn't lighten up a room. His laugh was contageous to those around him. Some day, Toshinori was going to be the Number One hero. Shouta knew it in his gut. Shouta just hoped that he would still be by Toshinori's side by then. He hasn't exactly told Toshinori about him being a target of the constant teasing and bullying. Hizashi and Oboro did their best within Class 1-A to keep them down at bay but some of them still managed to sneak by. Nemuri had been trying everything to keep Class 2-B off of his back but it also failed ninety percent of the time. Thank god, it was lunch time. No one ever messed with him during lunch because Toshinori sat with them along with Enji Todoroki. Cause for some god forsaken their rivalry in class came out in lunch too. Oddly enough, Enji knew of Shouta's sexuality but didn't say anything. All the Hellflame user said was who cares. His reaction had shocked him the most. Enji Todoroki should have been at the head of the teasing but instead he just sat with them and glared at others who even sent a wrong look in Shouta's direction. It was strangely comforting. Enji happened to be very intimating. He was broader than Toshinori is but Toshinori had height on him. Shouta should of known his luck was running out. Toshinori, Hizashi, and Oboro were deep in conversation about god knows what three sunshine people talk about. Enji occasionally threw in a comment while Nemuri ate in silence while scrolling through social media. Shouta held his book in front of his tray as he also ate in silence. A noise escaped him as his book was ripped from his hands. He turned to look at the culprit but a gasp left him as he felt a liquid cover splash over his head and down his body. He quickly identified it as soda from the stickiness it left behind. The other occupants of the table jumped up from their spots but froze as the boy from Class 3-B, Hiroto Terasaka, leaned down until he was eye level with Shouta. "Fags don't belong in hero society. They would never accept you. Why don't you drop out and go sell yourself on the corner like the whore you are." One the boy stopped talking, he turned his tray upside down and onto Shouta's head. Shouta held out his hands in front of him as he looked down at his lap in shock. Tears prickled his eyes as the older boy's words tore through him. The lunch room broke out into laughter as the teen chackled at his work. A loud crash caused Shouta to look back up. Toshinori now stood in front of him and the now empty tray that belonged to Terasaka was in the floor. Shouta couldn't see the blonde's face but just by Toshinori's body language he could tell the elder was livid. The laughter in the cafeteria fell to a dead silence. Shock and disbelief came to the faces of the other students as they looked at Toshinori and Terasaka. Terasaka sank underneath the piercing gaze from the blonde. "What the fuck did you just say?" Toshinori growled. Tersaka smirked. "I told the stupid little fag to go to the job that would fit him best, of course. He is a little slut after all." The teen said. Shouta watched in awe as Toshinori grabbed the other third year by the front of his uniform and jerked him forward. "You disgust me. You're supposed to be becoming a hero and you are tearing him down. For what? Being gay?" Every word was laced in venom as Toshinori spoke. Tersaka physically shook in Toshinori's hold as he tried to wiggle away from Toshinori's grip. "He's a little faggot. He doesn't deserve to be a hero." Toshinori chuckled and released Tersaka. The other teen falling to his bottom on the floor and his eyes locked onto Toshinori. Shouta held his breath as Toshinori gazed over his shoulder to the Erasure quirk user. "Shouta, how long as this been going on. By the look on your face. This isn't the first time." Shouta swallowed the lump in his throat. The normally soft blue eyes were now cold as ice. A frown covering his face that normally held the smile that would make Shouta's heart skip a beat. "Since Frostbite came out. My classmates were arguing over a gay man being a hero and I accidentally came out too." Shouta whispered, his voice shaking. The anger on Toshinori's face only grew deeper. "That was two months ago, Shouta. Who has been doing this to you?" Toshinori's voice was deep, almost coming out as a growl. Shouta shook his head. At this point, he didn't even know who it was. There was at least three people from each class. "It's almost every class in each year, Yagi-senpai." Hizashi said, the Voice user knowing that Shouta wasn't going to talk. "We've managed to keep our class off for the most part, but they still find a way." Oboro added, his voice laced in regret. Toshinori looked away from Shouta, his glare settling on the other occupants of the room. "You should be ashamed of yourselves." Toshinori stated, his voice raising as he looked out at the other students. "You are making fun of, teasing, bullying, assaulting a fifteen year old because he just so happens to like the same sex?!" Toshinori scoffed. "Within this school is over a hundred students that hope to be heroes one day. From what I just got told, even the hero course is involved in this villainous act." The blonde shook his head, climbing up onto the table that he had been formerly sitting at. "You want to be heroes?! How can you even call yourself a hero in training if you are acting like a villain?" Shouta looked out at the other students, watching the remorse and guilt cover most of their faces. He looked up at his boyfriend and whispered, "Toshi, please. Just leave it alone." The blonde looked down on him. "Absolutely not." He said, looking back out to the others. "Shouta Aizawa will be a hero and he will do it whether you like it or not. He was born to be a hero. I watch him work his ass off every single day after school. He has so much heart in him that he didn't even tell me about this." A smile came to the blonde's face, his gaze softening. "If you want to tease someone for being gay, well you better start coming after me too." Murmurs filled the cafeteria as Toshinori spoke. "I've been dating Shouta Aizawa for six months now. I met him before he started at U.A. and from the moment I saw him... I knew he is the person I'm going to be spending the rest of my life with. So if you want to act like a villain, do it to me. I will have absolutely no problem putting you in your place." Shouta's eyes widened as he watched Enji completely stand up, climbing up onto the table next to Toshinori. "I'm not gay but Yagi's right. This isn't right. Aizawa did absolutely nothing to any of you. As far as I'm concerned, you are nothing but villains. I want to be a hero, and Shouta is Yagi's boyfriend. I will protect him the same way I strive to beat Yagi for the Number One spot." Enji stated, his voice booming through the room. Hizashi, Oboro, and Nemuri all stood up and taking a spot in front of the two third years. "You'll have to go through us too. I'm not going to play nice anymore." Oboro hissed. "Be a villain. You won't last long here." Nemuri said, her normal sweet voice coming out harsh. Hizashi added, "I can't believe this is what U.A. has come too." Toshinori looked to the others with a smile. "You see, we belong to U.A. High, a pretigous school for heroics. If you want to be a hero, stop acting like someone who is different from you is beneath you. That's not who a hero is. At this moment, I'm disgusted that I even know some of you people." Toshinori said, hopping down from the table and standing in front of Shouta. "C'mon, let's go get you cleaned up." The blonde muttered, holding out his hand. Shouta smiled softly as he reached out and placed his hand in Toshinori's. He allowed the blonde to guide him out of the cafeteria and to the men's locker rooms. Neither of them said a word as Toshinori helped Shouta get out of his soaked uniform. The blonde hummed softly as he turned on one of the showers and scrubbed the food and soda out of the ebony locks. Toshinori didn't care as the water splashed onto his uniform as he continued to rub soothing circles into Shouta's scalp. "Why didn't you tell me, Shouta?" Toshinori questioned softly. Shouta shrugged with a sniffle. "I guess I was scared too. I don't know why. I thought I could handle it. I never meant for you to come out when you didn't want too." Shouta whispered, his voice shaking. Toshinori sighed, placing his thumb underneath Shouta's chin and forcing him to look up at him. "Shou, I don't care if anyone knows I'm gay. I'm still the same person I was before. If they want to treat me different than that's on them. I would shout it to the world that I'm stupidly in love with you." Toshinori said, using his other thumb to wipe off a stray tear that found it's way down Shouta's cheek. "I can't yell like Yamada-kun can but I would do it any day. You mean the world to me." Shouta gave a watery smile and leaned forward, placing his head against Toshinori's shoulder. "Thank you." Toshinori smiled, reaching over and shutting off the tap before pulling away from Shouta to hand him a gym uniform. "Now, put that normal scowl on your face and let's get back out there." Shouta nodded with a new found confidence. "Okay." x School was out for the day and Shouta laid in his bed with Toshinori next to him. The older teen held Shouta close to him, drawing random shapes into his back as Shouta cuddled closer. The ebony haired teen felt tears come to his eyes as the words from the bullies came back to his mind. Would it change now that the number one student in U.A. came out as gay. The same student that everyone was rooting for to be the Number One Hero. Toshinori just pulled him closer. "Don't let them get to you, Shou. They are nothing compared to you." The blonde muttered, placing a soft kiss into Shouta's hair. Shouta sighed. "It still hurts." Toshinori rubbed his hands over Shouta's back. "I know, Shou. For now, let's just lay here and forget the world. Even for a moment." Shouta smiled as he cuddled further into Toshinori. He craned his neck so he could see Toshinori's face. "I love you, Toshi." "I love you too, Shouta." Toshinori smiled, leaning forward and kissing Shouta deeply. The warmth of Toshinori's body against his, the feel of his arms wrapped around him, maybe just being held. It made him feel better, knowing that he had Toshinori by his side. Just Toshinori's smile told him that everything was going to be okay.

[irisallenm]

So shit happened...

And I'm writing my first Tumblr post... Like a fanfic about our godly teacher, Aizawa.

Should I be posting this? Yes, because if I don't do it then I will not be pressured about it~

Happy to announce that it's a Soulmate AU and that I completely love this kind of stories. (If you want something you can send a request!)

I would like to thank all the blogs that inspired this: @myherowritings @katsukisprincess @burnedbyshoto @kazooli @ikinabi @plusultrawritings @pink-imagines @ua-imagines @groundzerobakugo @lady-bakuhoe @lord-explosion-baku @bnha-scenerios-imagines @bnha-imagines-grill @myherorambles

And many others that I may be forgetting, because I read a lot of BNHA stuff in here, sooooo... Hope to post it soon (just let me finish) and end of the message.

Also: English is not my first language so, hope it's okay~

[sugarglider-s]

Is Deceit a teacher in the AU or did Logan beat the shit put of him?

It’s a MHA au so I made Deceit Aizawa, and I remembered the USJ attack and how badly Aizawa got hurt to protect the kiddos, so I drew Deceit in that scenerio

[reciproburstbaby]

Hi Lovely!!! I would like to request a fluffy scenario with Sero!!! He has a secret admirer who's really shy and leaves baked goods on his desk everyday and finally finds out! Thankyou and please take your time!!!💖💖💖

~Of course Lovely, it’s not quite a scenerio but let me know if you want a part two!! 

Pairing: Sero Hanta x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None

Word Count: 705

Sero had first noticed the baked goods about two weeks into the school year. The first thing that you had left him was a small baggie of cookies that you had made the night before. He hadn’t thought anything of it at first until he found another bag of cookies on his desk the next day. He asked around but no one had seen who had left them.

His friends often teased him telling him that it was a secret admirer. He hadn’t figured out that it was you because despite him trying to show up early to see who it was, something was always sitting neatly on the left corner of his desk and no one was ever in sight. One time he thought that it was Hakakure playing a joke on him but then he remembered that he had walked in behind him the first day that he had found something.

That was because of your quirk, it was called chameleon. It was easy for you to go unnoticed and it made it easy for you to see the reaction of Sero when he found your goodies on his desk. Sometimes you had to stifle a giggle as he ate them immediately but sometimes it would slip.

This morning was one of those times that a giggle escaped you but this time he was aware of that. He reaches out and grabbed your arm making you squeak, “So it’s you.” He said and looked at you as your quirk dissolved away.

You were frozen in place as you stared at him. How had he figured out exactly where you were? You looked down at your fingers and played with them nervously. “Y/N come on look at me.” He said and you shook your head and covered your face with your hands.

He looked at you and smiled softly lifting your chin with his finger, “Y/N, you’ve left me a treat every day for a month?”

“I-I wanted to show you that someone loved you... “ You answered and he smiled again, “I was j-just too s-shy to say it directly so I thought l-leaving cookies and s-stuff like that would get the point a-across.”

He smiled and touched your cheek, “I’m glad that I caught you then. I can say that I feel the same way about you.” He said and you stared at him unsure of what you could say now. You hadn’t thought that he would feel the same way, let alone tell you that he did. He could see the fear in your eyes and he wondered what the problem was. “Y-You like me? But why?” You asked him, and now it was his turn to look at you with sad eyes.

“Why wouldn’t I like you, Y/N? Your quirk is amazing, you are beautiful, you leave me goodies every morning and you are an all-around great person.” He said and you tilted your head, you didn’t know that he had taken such an interest in you. Before you could say anything back the class started filing in and you hurried to your seat looking down at the table.

Sero was oddly quiet that morning, so quiet that even Mr. Aizawa noticed. He didn’t say anything about who had left the goodies on his desk and it was only after class did he walk back and wrap an arm around your shoulders. You could feel eyes on you as you walked out of the classroom.

It was Mina that started a conversation after the two of you walked out of the room, “What was that about? Do you think that she’s the one that’s been leaving him the cookies and stuff?”

“You know, he did say that he never saw them and Y/N quirk is perfect for her to hide,” Kirishima said

“You’re so right! Maybe we should set them up on a blind date?” Mina said

“Yeah!” Kirishima said, and the two of them started setting up a date that they thought the two of you would like. Little did they know that as you and Sero walked he had already asked you out and he was already planning a date for the two of you.

[iiimber]

RULES

YES:

I will write most AUs!

I will write M/M and F/F! I cannot currently write NSFW for M/M though

I will write NSFW for canon adult characters (ex. Aizawa, All Might)

I will write yandere, and CERTAIN toxic topics (possessiveness, dub-con)

I will write topics including depression and anxiety. I am okay writing anything with self-harm, but it will only lead to healing and not be very descriptive.

I will write poly relationships

NO:

I will not write NSFW for canon underage characters (ex. Shinsou, Bakugou). It’s just a personal thing.

I most likely will not write A/B/O. I’m a little iffy on it but that could change

I will not non-con, vore, or any other extremely gruesome topics

I most likely will not write for trans readers, or anything that dips heavily into the gender spectrum. I’m cis, so I believe that I would not be able to write those topics adequately and I don’t want to risk triggering anyone ^^

I will not write for mineta or enji

Matchup rules:

Give me a brief description of your looks and personality.

You can put your hobbies or anything else you’d like! It does help me sometimes!

Please put your sexuality or gender preference for the matchup.

Fandom please!

Three characters at most please.

Scenario Rules:

Please refer to the Yes and No up above!

If you would like a longer scenario, then please request for one character only

I will write scenarios with two characters, but they will be a little shorter

Please specify what pronouns!

The more detailed the better! It gives me more to go off on!

Headcanon Rules:

Please refer to the Yes and No up above!

I will write headcanons for 4 separate characters in one ask

Please specify what pronouns! Otherwise I will use gender neutral 

At this time I’m writing only for:

Boku No Hero Academia

Attack on Titan

Homestuck

I accept these kinds of asks:

head canons

scenerios

matchups 

AU scenerios