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Shinsou dating Aizawa's daughter head cannons :)
Pairing: Shinsou x Aizawa!Reader
I'm also working on a soulmate au with Shinsou 🤭 I fear he may be my favorite
• You and him meet when Aizawa asks you to spar with him, as you both have quirks that are less equipped for close range combat. You're in class 1-A too which is the class Shinsou would most likely join when he ends up in the hero course so it just made sense.
• You whoop his ass, he's immediately in love. He thinks you're extremely skilled and talented and pretty much begs you to help train him with your dad.
• Maybe it's because he wants to see you more often, but you don't need to know that.
• You ultimately agree and you and Shinsou pretty muuuuch become besties.
• But this is not enough for this man because he is absolutely enamored with you.
• One day while the two of you are sparing, your father leaves to go get another cup of coffee. And at this point he finally manages to pin you to the ground.
• For whatever reason he decides this is the best time to shoot his shot and is like, "Go on a date with me?" While he's just casually got you pinned to the ground.
• You don't manage to give him an answer before your dad gets back, but after you get up and brush yourself off you look at him and mouth a simple 'yes'.
• He smiles like a madman at this and your father looks at him and asks him what he's smiling about. He quickly goes back to his normal tired resting face with a quick nothing.
• Aizawa def thinks this is weird but he decides not to press any father. He feels bad pressing kids to tell him something they don't really have to.
• You guys go on a few dates before you officially start dating. Your father definitely notices that something about the two of you has changed but he doesn't realize that it has to do with the two of you being together.
• He finds out when he walks into your room while you and Shinsou were supposed to be just hanging out and watching a movie. Which he didn't find odd because the two of you had become fast friends with the friendly competition of sparring. But as he walks into your room to ask the two of you want for dinner he finds the two of you making out.
• He IMMEDIATELY kicks Shinsou out of your guys apartment. He isn't really mad that you guys are together he's just mad that you hid it from him and he had to find out like this.
• You guys have a very long conversation about being safe, and he definitely calls Midnight to handle most of it because he thinks he might just simply pass out from embarrassment. (You as well)
• He tells you he doesn't really care as long as you're happy. But this man does not let Shinsou live it down.
• Bro is fighting for his life during training the next day being worked so hard.
• Shinsou eventually gets back on your dad's good side and he comes over for weekly dinners.
I fear I may have an obsession with dadzawa.. and Shinsou.. I'm simply js a girl though. Anyways I hope you enjoyed :) <3 happy reading!
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coming out > shouta aizawa (mha)
Word Count: 2.1k
Pairing: Aizawa & Daughter!Reader, Reader x Momo (not official,,, yet), mentions of EraserMic
Warnings: Like one or two curse words, anxiety about coming out, probably a little OOC characters but oh wellll. Mostly fluff, I love writing Dadzawa
A/N: This was a request from @wi-2006 I hope you enjoy it!
you fell to the ground with a pained thud, and you scowled as you stared up at the sky. “damn it,” you huffed as you sat up, and you rested on your knees.
“i’m so sorry! are you okay?” izuku held out a hand to you and you allowed him to pull you up before you dusted off the knees of your costume.
“‘m fine,” you brushed back a few strands of hair that had escaped from your ponytail before you got back into position. “i’m ready now.”
“need to focus, kid,” your dad’s voice called from a few yards away where he was helping hitoshi with his capture weapon. to anyone else, he appeared bored, bored of correcting your mistakes and calling out your lack of attention, but you recognized the concern in his voice. you knew he’d be talking to you later and you briefly considered faking sick to avoid the inevitable conversation. “try again, then take a break.”
you nodded as you turned towards izuku again, eyes narrowing as you focused. you had been sparring for what felt like hours at this point, and you wanted to perfect this new takedown. your close combat skills were usually your strength, but you couldn’t focus today.
izuku nodded briefly at you before he was off, and you quickly countered his first attack. the two of you continued to spar, each getting a fair amount of blows in before you finally saw the opening you needed. you jumped into action and when izuku was finally pinned, you leaned back against the ground and let out an ‘oof’ as your back hit the grass, your eyes screwed shut from the sun. you enjoyed the feeling of the sun for a minute, and a moment later, you heard shifting beside you. you squinted your eyes open and reached over, shoving at izuku’s arm as he sat beside you.
“you did good today,” you said and izuku smiled at you.
“thank you! you did, too.” a brief pause. “i asked mr. aizawa if we could go off campus and grab dinner for everyone, i think it’s shoto’s night to cook.” you shuddered at the thought and nodded.
“good idea.” you sat up. “let me get my gym bag and say bye and we can go.” izuku nodded and you stood up, and you walked over to grab your things. hitoshi was finishing his cooldown stretches, your dad watching from a few feet away. you walked up to him and butted your head against the back of his arm. you smiled as your dad’s arm wrapped around your shoulders and his hand ruffled your hair.
“good takedown,” your dad commented before he looked at you. “still coming home tonight?” you nodded, gnawing at your lip. you switched between your dorm with your class and your room in the teacher’s dorms; you loved your classmates but sometimes you needed a break from them. and your dad’s was the best place to get that break. you missed your old house, but you still have the cats and hizashi and your aunt nemuri are close, so it was still pretty nice.
“gonna do dinner, watch a movie, then head over,” you let your eyes flutter closed for a moment, enjoying the rare moment of peace with your dad. he briefly rested his head against your own before he patted your shoulder.
“should shower first, too. don’t need you stinking up the house,” a subtle smirk made its way to his face and you glared up at him.
“just for that, i’m not going to.” you stuck your tongue out at him, narrowly ducking from the stray edge of capture weapon that shot out at you. “rude!”
you exchanged goodbyes with your dad, called out a goodbye to shinsou, then jogged over to izuku. you and izuku walked off campus and you talked about classes, upcoming exams. you were texting the class groupchat about dinner orders when he asked a question that made you pause.
“you seemed really distracted today. is everything okay?” you and izuku were close, you and him quickly becoming friends, and you had the same friend group.
“i’m a little worried about my weekend with my dad,” you admitted after a minute, and izuku stayed quiet, having learned when to let you rant. “he knows something is bothering me and i’m worried about him asking me. i can’t lie to him, he’s my dad. but i’m also terrified of how he’ll react.” izuku stayed quiet for another moment, and you sighed. “i’m thinking about telling him.”
you could practically hear the gears turning in izuku’s head until it clicked. your crush on momo wasn’t glaringly obvious, but you had let it slip to some of your friends (izuku, hitoshi, and ochako). your entire friend group knew you were bisexual, hell you’re pretty sure your entire class did, but your dad didn’t know. and you didn’t know what was worse- telling him about it or him realizing you’ve been hiding it from him for so long. and you were scared. scared of how he’d react, scared if things would change.
“do you want to tell him?”
“yes. no. i don’t know? he can tell something is up and today just confirmed it. it never should’ve taken me that long to knock you on your ass. he’s gonna ask what’s bothering me and i just… i can’t lie to him if he asks me.” your phone vibrated and a quick glance left you smiling once you saw the text. “he’s bound to find out soon, and it would only be worse if he found out from someone else.”
izuku nodded, a sympathetic smile on his lips. “it’ll be scary, but i know you can do it. if you want any of us there with you, we’d all be happy to.”
“thanks, zuku. this is something i need to do myself, though. but if it goes bad, i may hide in your room after.” izuku wraps an arm around you and pulls you into his side, and you wrap your arm around him. “thank you.” no other words were said as you walked into the restaurant and the nervous pit in your stomach started to fade away a little.
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dinner came and went, and now your class had spread out across the common room to watch some pre-quirk era movie about this hero that resembled a spider.
“sero! do you think you could-“ denki started and without looking away from the screen, you spoke.
“don’t even think about it,” you said and denki’s friends started laughing.
“okay, sensei,” denki huffed and you instinctively shot a glare at the blonde. denki yelped and hid behind hitoshi, who wrapped an arm around him.
“dude, she’s not actually aizawa, you don’t have to hide from her.” you rolled your eyes, an amused smirk on your lips.
“she looks just like him! look at that,” denki whined. living with aizawa, naturally you adopted his facial expressions and even his ‘teacher voice’ at times. denki would forever be haunted by the resemblance you had to your father when he had accidentally woken you up, your eyes might as well have been glowing with the glare you had given him.
“well he is my father,” you drawled and momo giggled from beside you, and you willed yourself to keep your expression calm.
the rest of the movie played out and you had started to fall asleep on the couch. you froze as you felt a blanket drape over you and someone lean down.
“goodnight,” momo whispered, her lips brushing against your cheek before she excused herself to bed. a minute later, you peeked an eye open and were grateful to see you were the last one in the common area. what the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck-
“coming to bed?” your dad’s voice startled you and you jumped off the couch. he raised an eyebrow at you and you nodded.
“sorry, yeah. just started falling asleep,” your dad’s gaze was disbelieving but he dropped it for now.
“have everything you need?” you felt for the phone in your pocket and nodded, and you tucked yourself into your dad’s side as you yawned. “let’s go.”
you woke up the next morning to the smell of coffee and the faint hum of the television. you stretched and yawned as you sat up before you stood and walked to the living room. you were greeted by the sight of your dad, coffee mug in one hand and pen in the other as he graded papers.
“morning,” you greeted as you walked to the coffee maker and you poured yourself a mug. you took a seat beside your dad a minute later, and you looked down at the papers as you leaned against him. “how’d i do?”
“good as usual,” your dad turned to kiss your temple, and you smiled. a comfortable silence filled the room as you watched your dad grade, occasionally looking up at the TV screen. it was quiet, it was peaceful. and then your dad spoke again.
“i’ve noticed you’ve been a little in your head lately. distracted easily, not as focused as usual.” a brief pause. “is everything okay?” you swore your heart stopped and you set your mug down with a shaky breath. your dad set his pen down and turned to face you, his focus fully on you. “kid?”
“i’ve wanted to tell you, i-i was just worried you’d get mad.” you whispered and he frowned.
“well, you’re sitting here now so you haven’t been arrested.” the blunt statement shocked you and you couldn’t help but smile a bit. ���i’m your teacher, so i’d know if you were expelled, suspended, or failing anything. none of your classmates ever come to me with any complaints about how you treat them. i don’t see what you could’ve done that would make me upset with you.”
“it’s nothing i did. it’s just… i don’t know how to explain it. just something i… discovered?” you could practically hear the gears in his head turning.
“is it about school?” you shook your head.
“do you remember the crush i had on hitoshi?” you decided to finally get to it and your stomach twisted and turned. he didn’t have his capture weapon on, you could realistically make it out the door before he could get it. you wouldn’t make it far, but you could make it to nemuri’s or hizashi’s. no, you needed to tell him. you could run away after.
your dad nodded. “didn’t that end a while ago? when he started liking someone else?” you nodded.
“i had never had a crush on anyone before hitoshi and when he told me he liked someone else, i was upset. i had my friends to help me through it, and i got close with one of them. i think i really like them, but…”
your dad stayed quiet, waiting to see if you’d continue talking or if he could talk. you took a deep breath before you looked your dad in the eyes. “i like momo.” you whispered. “i, i never liked another girl before and i didn’t know i could. then denki talked to me about it and said i could be bisexual? and i am. bi.”
the silence was deafening and you felt your hands start to shake. you wanted your dad to say something, anything, but you were scared of what he would say.
“have you asked her out yet?”
“i’m sorry, i’ll go back to the- wait, what?”
“why are you apologizing?” your dad asked and suddenly, his expression softening. “did you think i would react badly?” your vision immediately became blurry and your eyes began to burn. seconds later, you were pulled into your dad’s chest and you latched onto him. you sobbed against him, tears soaking through his shirt as he rubbed your back. “you’re happy, you’re healthy, you’re not hurting anyone. that’s all i could ever ask for,” another sob left you at his words and you shifted to look up at him.
one hand combed through your hair and the other cupped your cheek, thumbs wiping away stray tears. “i-i don’t know why, but i thought you’d be mad at me,” you whimpered and your dad shook his head.
“never. you can’t control who you love, it would be illogical to get mad over something you had no control over.” your dad leaned back against the couch, and you curled into his side. “besides, would be extremely irrational of me to get upset over you being bi since i’ve been dating hizashi for the last two months.” it took you a minute to process his words and you sat up.
“what?! you and hizashi?” your dad nodded, amused smile on his face and you stood up. “come on, get up. i need to go talk to him if you thought you two could date without telling me!” laughter filled the dorm and as you walked down the hall a minute later with your dad trailing behind, you couldn’t be happier. maybe now you could finally ask momo on a date.
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Aizawa: So, how long have you and Y/N been together?
Bakugou: No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. Y/N and I are not together. No. No.
Y/N: Really? Sixteen ‘nos’? Really?
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0.1 I have never failed to fail.
Aizawa x platonic student!reader



Synopsis: Father's Day is right around the corner. And you can't stop thinking about how you wish that your sensei was your dad.
Cw: angst, loneliness, insecurities, thoughts of suicide, reader has no father, some cursing, I'm going through the feels rn. This takes place after the war, so reader and classmates are second years.
Nirvana song: you know you're right.
Lithium m.list
It was too much. The yearning, the what-ifs, everything.
Every time you looked at your sensei, your heart throbbed in pain.
Was it too much to ask? Was it too much to wonder if in another universe you had one?
Was it too much to ask if it could be him?
You never had a father. And you almost hated how much it left an impact on you. You didn't really care if people knew that you were fatherless, but you didn't really want to show that it hurt at times.
Your mother was a hard worker, and you loved her to death. So you understood whenever she had to work late and wasn't always able to share time with you. You became used to the quiet dinners at night at a young age, staying awake so that your mother didn't have to come back home in a dark house. You didn't want her to feel alone, and her tired but grateful smile never ceased to make you swing your legs in happiness.
You worked hard to get into UA, and you trained your quirk to the best of your ability. You didn't want to be a burden, so you did your best to help out, and when you got into 1-A, everybody appreciated your generosity and kindness. It made you happy, being able to please your beloved classmates as they spoke words of appreciation towards you. Hah, even Bakugou gave you a nod and a lingering gaze whenever you helped out.
Yet there was one person you oh so dearly wanted to impress, to prove your worth to.
To prove that you were enough. And that person was Aizawa Shouta, your homeroom teacher. He was strict and hardworking as he almost always seemed cold; expressions blank and tone dead. Yet you saw how he cared, how he patted his students' heads when they tried their hardest or gave advice whenever they needed it. You memorized the way he fought to defend your class at the USJ incident.
And the paranormal liberation war, the boss battle at the end of the war, and-
How useless were you that you couldn't even help the man who you dreamed of being your father figure?
You always degraded yourself for not being able to help, for not being able to do something at least.
He was rather cold with you, not providing any of that small warmth he gave to his other students. With you, he acted as if you were merely a stranger he had to teach. Those dark eyes squinting in what you believed was disappointment whenever you messed up. Oh, how you loathed yourself for not being better.
You were hard on yourself from time to time, and that made you struggle more during training and academics. You didn't want to be useless, yet you couldn't really rely on anyone without showing vulnerability.
Vulnerability didn't feel comfortable. It felt weird and suffocating and like your chest was being pried open for everyone to see what you really felt on the inside-
Solitude felt safer. And right now? You were in the comfortable solitude of your room; inside while your classmates were all out in the common room preparing a small celebration for Aizawa for Father's Day.
Yaoyorozu had asked you if you wanted to participate, the others looking at you hopefully as you always had creative ideas and good taste. But you refused, said that you were feeling sick as you retreated to your room in a state of panic. Your panic seeming more like a dead dread to the the watchful eye.
You felt bad of course, you could practically feel the way their eyes deflated as you rushed out of the room. Your guilt only feeding into that dark space that you refused to acknowledge. That dark space that only grew the more you chose to ignore it.
You know that you're not the strongest. Or the smartest or the prettiest, but you helped at least, right?
You remember how Bakugou scoffed at your excuse, muttering something under his breath as Ashido and Kirishima raised their eyebrow. Yaoyorozu just seemed saddened while Shouto tilted his head in worry, reaching his hand out to ask if you were okay but you were already gone before they could ask questions.
That was a week ago, and your classmates were waiting for Aizawa to come back to surprise him.
Everyone was downstairs, dressed nicely as they wore party hats and hid in the dark. And you? Well, you were in the darkness of your room as you stared at the ceiling, wondering where was your place after all of this.
Why were you here again?
Oh, right. Because you worked hard. And your mother worked every day to put food into your tummy and to make sure that you had a happy childhood. And you were damned if you weren't gonna make her proud.
But for some reason, no matter what you did, you couldn't make him proud.
You tilt your head to the side, staring at your door and the light that illuminated from underneath.
Aizawa was a rather tricky person to decipher, and he was known to be strict while expelling students from UA. Yet throughout the school year, he demonstrated his love for your class, even if it seemed rather harsh at times. And harsh he was with you.
But not in a way that was loud and rough, but in the way his eyes gleamed with disappointment whenever you made an embarrassing mistake during tests, in the way he let out a heavy sigh when you slipped or let your guard down during training. No, his harshness towards you was subtle, and bitter, leaving you to self-loath yourself whenever he gave you criticism.
Whispers were being muttered, as well as the front doors that had just been opened. Aizawa just came back from patrol.
Your heart rate spiked, and your breathing became uneven as you started to become conscious of your body, of the fact that you were alive. Yet your mind wasn't present-
Cheers erupted and the sound of party blowers became heard through the building. And suddenly everyone cheered 'Happy Father's Day' to Aizawa, while you lay in your own solitude and cage. How pathetic.
You let out a choked sob, tears blurring your vision as your chest heaves. Fuck, were you a mess. You couldn't even say happy Father's Day without being tormented by your own guilt and thoughts.
You shut your eyes closed, tears welling as your throat burned. You could hear the muted cheers and laughter, the sound of cameras clicking and pictures being taken. And you weren't there.
It's not like you would've made a difference anyway, you weren't really important. No one noticed you.
So why did it fucking hurt? Why did you wish he noticed? Why do you want to be selfish and make this day miserable when it was supposed to be happy? Why did you care so fucking much-
You gasp, choking back tears as you sit up on the bed and hug yourself, silencing your cries so that no one would hear you; so that you wouldn't ruin the party. So that no one would care and that hopefully he wouldn't notice-
You sobbed, gritting your teeth as you hugged yourself tighter. Cold, was your embrace. Just like your childhood. Dead, did your heart feel. Just like the love your father had for you-
Stop being selfish! This isn't about you! It's about Aizawa-
A sob escapes your throat, feeling your body tremble at the reminder. This was about how you didn't grow up with a father so you cope by imagining scenarios where in an alternate reality he is your father. You only yearn for a father figure because a small part of you is still a lonely fragile child who thought and felt too much-
Get over it, you tell yourself. Nails digging into your palms to create some sort of relief from this unbearable pain called sorrow.
You force yourself to breathe, even if it hurts and you wish you didn't- frustration building up in your stomach as you wipe off the tears on your face. You need air because your lungs hurt too much to do it by itself. Your palms cover your ears, and you find relief in being able to block out all of the joy and laughter from downstairs.
You sigh, closing your eyes as you lean your head back on the board. Yet you could still hear them, their voices and their joy and your breathing-
You need air. You need to get out-
You kick your legs off the bed, stumbling as you struggle to maintain balance. God, did you feel dizzy.
You somehow manage to drag yourself into the bathroom, hands gripping the sink as your eyes flick towards the mirror. Your curls were messy, and you had bags under your eyes. Some scars decorated your face, along with the moles scattered across your body. Your face twists in anguish, only seeing the resemblance you had with Aizawa. Yet you weren't his child, and you never would be.
Your brows furrow, eyes full of pain as you stare at the reflection. Hands struggle to open the tap as you try to breathe, letting the cold water stabilize you and bring you out of your thoughts.
Fuck, if you kept feeling this way you were going to trigger your quirk. Your stomach drops at the thought, remembering all the pain you felt with activating your quirk: adrenaline. It's power making you feel alive yet dead at the same time. Was this the definition of a blessing and a curse?
You shake your head, splashing water on your face as your fingers brush against the scars that run along your right cheek; starting from your temple and all the way to your cheekbone, the lower one slightly shorter than the top one.
"Wow, Y/nnie! You're scar sorta looks like the one Aizawa Sensei has!" Mina gushed, leaning closer to your face as you had came back from the hospital after the war had finished.
You shudder at the memory, deadpanning to the mirror as you walk out. The only light in the room was the one that gleamed through the bottom of the door, and the curtains were slightly open which let the sunlight shine through the cracks. You sigh, looking toward the plants scattered across your dorm as you let your fingertips brush against one of the leaves.
"I'm sorry I haven't been paying much attention to you, I promise I'm going to do better," you mutter, eyes softening as you caress the leaves of your cast iron plant: skillet. (Yes, you named him that, don't hurt his feelings.)
You sigh, walking past the plants as your fingers grasp the handle of the screen door, sliding it open as you let the sunlight shine on your eyes. Your lashes flutter, adjusting to the glow of the sun as you step out and slide the door shut behind you.
A small grin makes its way onto your lips, and for a moment you forget about all the one-sided drama going on in your life right now. "God, you're so beautiful," you rasp, voice merely a whisper as you admire the sun.
You walk towards the railing, resting your forearms against it to admire the sun for just a moment. Aizawa likes to watch the scenery, you think. It seems to always bring him some sort of peace. Tears slightly swell in your eyes, and suddenly your heart starts to hurt.
'What if in another universe, he let me watch the sunsets with him?'
Your hands grip the railing, knuckles turning white as if it's a lifeline. You're fine, no one is going to see you as long as you time it right. You just need some fresh air, the others will understand, right?
You don't let yourself think any more, taking a deep breath as you throw your legs over and jump- you land on the ground swiftly, hiding near the bushes and away from the windows. You exhale, slowly peeking through to see if anyone is nearby, and you think your heart sinks at the sight in front of you.
You can see Ashido smiling, jumping up and down as she takes pictures of Kirishima and Uraraka making Aizawa wear a party hat, a small smile gracing his face as he's surrounded by his beloved students. Ouch.
You pry your eyes away from the godforsaken sight. You check your surroundings, the light of the common rooms glowing through the windows as you don't dare look inside again. Because if you do, you're most definitely going to break apart and cry in the bushes.
You deadpan at the thought, hands pulling the hood of the jacket over your head, quietly moving away from the window as you walk away from the building.
It's slightly breezy, but otherwise, it's warm and quiet outside. The sun is slowly setting, and you make a mental note to come up with an explanation of where you were when you came back from your walk.
Your feet carry you out of the UA grounds, wandering out as you keep your head down. The hangover of your breakdown still weighing down on you. It was so easy to disappear, so easy to blend in the background as you observed everyone else smile and laugh. You always stayed on the sidelines, watching as everyone else was so full of emotion while you were numb.
Numb, you feel. Like those quiet dinners late at night, numb like your brain and heart as you stand by yourself and watch the other kids play on the playground. Numb, like your memories every time you look back to the past.
The city lights and traffic provide safety- knowing that everyone is too busy with something else to acknowledge you. And you breathe, deeply, feeling the bitterness of the relief it brings you.
Here in the city, no one cared. Not Ashido not Kirishima, or Aizawa, or even that stranger you saw in the reflection of the glass in stores-
Your head turns towards the children with their parents, hugging and smiling at their fathers as they celebrate this holiday. You pause, watching from the other side of the sidewalk and through the cars, they seem so happy. Like they have nothing to worry about. And a part of you envies that. Wishing that little you could have a smidge of what they had.
But oh, well. You guess it wasn't meant to happen in this life. But if you couldn't have that, then at least those innocent little children could, you think, a tired smile smearing your lips.
Oh, you were always so selfless. Putting others before yourself, and perhaps that would be your downfall. Yet you didn't mind, not when you were able to see others live their lives in peace.
You move your foot in front of the other, forcing yourself to keep walking as you head to a park nearby. It's quiet there, unknown to most, and perfect for you and your friend named solitude.
The breeze flows through you gently, and you let it help you breathe; your lungs and throat still hurt from crying, and you still feel a bit weak. But you're almost there, and you'd be able to rest once you get there.
The park is empty, except for the occasional bunny wandering through and the fireflies. It's peaceful, you think. And you don't hesitate to sit on the bench near the ponds and trees. Your hand slides across the polished wood, sitting down as you lean back and rest.
The sky is dark, with the stars glimmering around like little freckles. It was peaceful, alive yet dead if it wasn't for your slow breathing.
You close your eyes, leaning your head back as you let your mind drift back to your sensei. Oh, fuck-
You knew he didn't care about you, that part was obvious. So how were you going to stop caring about him? How did he make it seem so easy?
Everyone knew that Aizawa could be harsh. Hell, you've witnessed it happen with Bakugou and Midoriya. You saw his worry hidden in frustration, his protectiveness masked behind his stoic demeanor. Yet he didn't give you anything. Not even the infamous criticism that led to advice and hidden comfort. All he gave you was his emptiness and disappointment.
And fuck, did that feel too familiar.
You sigh, running a hand through your hair as a habit. You couldn't keep going like this. You couldn't keep drowning yourself like this, chasing after the validation of a man who didn't even see you as more than another mere student- a blank face.
You couldn't keep up with this. With him, with your classmates and all of this fucking angst and drama. You couldn't force your quirk to he better in seconds, you couldn't force yourself to be enough.
Hot tears start to blur your vision, but you don't stop. Even if your heart hurts too much-
So if you couldn't be enough, you were going to become a burden. Which led to you slacking and holding the others back, which would eventually become a problem. A sob escapes your throat, suddenly feeling the crushing realization of what you always did whenever you had problems.
You got rid of them.
You close your eyes, a tear sliding down your cheek and falling onto your knee. And suddenly, you're reminded of what Aizawa called his students. Problem children. Yet it was laced with a hidden affection that everyone could feel, everyone but you. You weren't one of them. You were just a problem.
Oh, but how badly did you want to be his child.
You sigh, pulling out your phone from your pocket as you ignore the text messages your classmates sent you, probably asking where you were or if you were feeling better. It won't matter soon, you think. You'll already be gone by the time they realize what you're doing.
You pull up to Principal Nezu's email, fingers trembling as you struggle to type the message. You gulp, trying to stay stable as you feel the reality of your decision.
No one would care. They all have each other, anyway. The class was big enough already, and even Mineta was a part of them. But you? Where did you fit? You weren't part of Bakugou's gang, or Midoriya's friend group. You weren't part of anything. You were just...you. You with your drifting mind and loner tendency. Fuck, even Hagakure was more seen than you were.
You frown, eyes narrowing as you finish typing the email, your thumb trembling as it hovers over the send button. Were you really going to do this just because you let your emotions get the best of you? And for a moment, your mind drifts to your life throughout the years, wandering, hoping for someone to be by your side.
Shoto. Oh, fuck, what about Shoto?
Shoto, who you have bonded with ever since you got into UA. Shoto, who stood by your side as you went through the side effects of your quirk. Shoto, who had grown to care for you and tell you about his past. Shoto, who always had time with you. He always ate with you; walked with you to school, and spoke about everything and nothing with you. He had made you feel seen and cared for, and you believed you did the same to him. But he had his friends now, you reminded yourself. He was happier than before, and you could let yourself ruin that for him.
And soon enough, he didn't have time for you anymore.
Your eyes stare at the screen, letting your mind drift to all the times you were cast aside- as if you were merely someone who wasn't even alive.
Ashido and all the other girls had requested your help for a party they were hosting for your class, and they had wanted your opinion on a few things. The pinkette smiles at you, hands behind her back as she gives you puppy dog eyes. "Y/nnie!! Which dress should I wear for the party? I've already picked out this super cute teal one but this other one is an adorable sundress that-" "Wait, there's a party happening? Why wasn't I invited?" You ask, raising a brow as you see the girls tense and look away awkwardly. Uraraka clears her throat, a guilty expression on her face as she rubs her nape. "Well, we didn't think you would want to go! You're always so busy with other things that we didn't want to bother you!" Oh. Your shoulders slightly slump, but you only smile and give a nod. "Well, you're not wrong," you laugh, forcing yourself to rub it off as they look at each other hesitantly before giving you small apologetic smiles. And right after you left, not even five minutes later they began rambling about what they were going to wear and who they thought was going to come.
That moment was one of many, a few days later Ashido posted pictures of the party your class had, and everyone was there. For heaven's sake, even Monoma and the 1-B students came.
And you couldn't even start with the relationship you had with your sensei. If you could even call it that. It was always the heavy sighs and looks of apathy, never giving you eye contact, and always the cold shoulder.
You had just finished training, and your hands rested on your knees as you panted. The weather was scorching in the harsh heat, and training wasn't exactly easy since you had to skip breakfast to not be marked as late. Aizawa strolled towards you, and you internally groaned, already preparing yourself for the lecture. "You're weak, L/n. If you're weak, you can't fight. And if you can't fight, you're practically dead in the first few seconds into battle-" You couldn't hear any more of what he said after that, ears already ringing as you tried to blink away your blurred vision. Your throat feels dry, and you're barely able to realize the moment Aizawa places his hand on your arm. "L/n," he rasps, eyes darting over your pale face. Aizawa sighs, removing his hand as you internally wince in humiliation. "Go back inside, your training is over." And fuck, would it add more to your embarrassment if you cried in front of him.
You swallow the lump in your throat, staring numbly at the screen as you realize it didn't matter if you cared for them, they didn't care for you.
And Aizawa only saw a student who was too weak to become a hero. He only saw a failure.
And so, a failure you will be. You press send, and for the first time, breathing doesn't hurt.
You let out a sigh, shoulders relaxing as you rub your forehead. Sure, this seemed incredibly selfish and petty, and maybe a bit shocking, but it was for the best. If you kept going, you were going to die. You knew that you weren't strong enough, not strong enough to fight to keep on living-
Your shoulders slump, jerking as you sob silently. You remember the war. The horror, the gore, the fear- you remember the pleasure that came with the thought of dying. And you remember the moment you were so close to death.
You were aiding Aizawa on the battlefield, but you became separated from him when Shigaraki came. You had hit your head against the pavement, and you couldn't see your sensei anymore. Blood had already begun to drip down your face, but you didn't seem to care as you stared at him. Stared at the man who was the cause of all this. The man who could kill you by the touch of his hand. You were in utter fear and awe, to say the least. You were so close to Shigaraki, so, so close to the hands of death that you even began to step towards him in a daze. Shigaraki had noticed you, and a wicked grin appeared on his lips as he began to come towards you- but a hand had gripped your shoulder in an almost hurtful grip and ripped you back with complete force, dislocating your shoulder in the process- it was Aizawa. And it seemed that he was beyond disappointed. He was furious. And that had scared you more than death did. He stared at you as if you were insane, and he began yelling at you out of anger and lectured you with a harsh tone- but you were already in too much pain to remember what he said; silent tears were dripping down your face as you whimpered in pain, your hand holding your shoulder as blood continued to drip from your head onto your face. He hurt you, and it looked like he was too busy yelling at you to notice what he did. You don't remember much after that, only staring in horror of the empty space where his lower leg should have been. He had cut his own leg off, and he had to save you because you got too close to getting yourself killed.
After that battle, you didn't want to visit him at the hospital. You couldn't. It was practically a suicide for your mental health if you did. Your shoulder was still healing, and you had a severe concussion from bashing your head against the pavement. But most of all, you didn't want to face his wrath; his disappointment. His disappointment in you.
You blink back tears, hugging yourself in attempt for a pathetic comfort. A sob chokes from your throat, body trembling as you caress your arms with your hands in a soothing manner; the way a loved one would in attempt to comfort you- the way your sensei would never comfort you.
"It's okay, you're okay, just breathe. I'm here, I'm here, I know, please. Please, I'm right here-"
You whisper to yourself, trying to comfort the little child inside of you as you rock back and forth, the night sky watching you as the moon shines, as if watching over you, making sure you know that you're not alone.
The sobbing only becomes harder, your body shaking in an attempt to breathe and calm down. It was all too familiar. Wasn't it supposed to get better? Wasn't it supposed to be different this time? Weren't you supposed to no longer feel like a fucking outsider?
You exhale shakily, leaning your head back as your throat burns. Tears slide down your cheeks, and your eyes open slightly. The stars are practically shining across the sky, and you take a moment to admire them and move past your grief. If you died, would you be able to become one of them?
Your phone chimes, and you glance down, seeing your screen pop open. It's Principal Nezu, replying to your message and asking what your reasons are for leaving. You sigh, wiping your face as you grab your phone and start to type.
Principal Nezu:
Hello, L/n. Before I approve your request, I would like to make sure that it is not due to the mental or physical struggles of the war. We would gladly appoint professional help and assign a trusted adult to help you if you are in need.
Your eyes squint at the screen, heart turning numb as you move your fingers to reply.
You:
Hello, Principal Nezu! No, I am not struggling at all, I just don't believe that I will be able to continue going to UA because of my lack of progress. I don't want to tarnish the school's reputation, so I would like to take my leave if that is alright. And don't worry! I just believe that after the war, my perspective has changed, and I believe that I can succeed in a different path than the hero course.
Polite, cheery, believable. That was all you need as you thankfully got his approval without him questioning any more.
Principal Nezu:
Well, alright. It does sadden me to see you leave the school, but I shall let Aizawa Sensei know about your departure and your reasoning.
Your eyes widen in panic, quickly typing as you hope it won't be too late.
You:
Oh, and one more thing! I hope it isn't too much, but please don't tell Aizawa about it. I know he has a lot on his plate and I believe it would be best if it wasn't announced.
Nezu agreed to your request, leaving you feeling relieved that it is almost over. The hard part was getting your stuff out of your dorm room without having to confront everyone. It's not like they would care, anyway. Most of the class ignored you whenever you weren't giving a helping hand.
Damn, were you just something they used whenever they needed?
Notifications start to buzz in your phone, yet you don't bother to answer them. Tomorrow's the weekend, which means that you can go home and be with your mother.
Fuck, did you miss home.
Your eyes drift upward, gazing at the sky as you sigh. It hurt. It fucking hurt to leave and have a small part of you hope that someone will notice, someone like him.
You rub your forehead, trying to ignore the heartache in your chest. He doesn't care, and maybe that's for the best. You exhale, the weight lifting off of your shoulders but still leaving you crushed.
The stars shine above you, and the moon illuminates the night sky peacefully. You look up, eyes puffy and throat tight, but you know you'll be alright. You think about all of the things that have happened in the past year, and how much things have changed. Was it all going to be worth it? What would your classmates think of your departure? Would Shouto care? How would your sensei react?
You chuckle, swaying your legs back and forth as you breathe. This was basically like disowning yourself from your teacher who you wished was your father figure. A one-sided, parental figure-child relationship?
You scrunch your nose at the thought, deciding that you would think more about the title of your issues later.
A/n: hiii!! Part one is finally finished! And I know there was a lot to unravel in this part, and I hope it wasn't too much! Hopefully, you guys like this, and the next one is going to focus on Aizawa's pov so things are gonna start getting angsty? I'll figure it out, lol. :)
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Heyy, if you dont mind. Could you do a dazawa oneshot in which he has a daughter and he found out she selfharms? Like, he finds her doing it. Practicly hurt/confort
Thanks, have a nice day
(Write it only if you feel comftable with it)
Aizawa x Daughter Reader
(Trigger Warning: the following contains mentions of self harm. If you’re sensitive to that please be advised)
Aizawa is a very busy man. And he’s also a very observant man as well as tired. As his daughter, you try to lighten his workload by helping and doing what you can. Every morning you make bento lunches as well as breakfast for the both of you. If you accidentally cut yourself then you just put a bandage on. Nothing too suspicious. You’re also in the hero course so it’s normal to be a little banged up. Aizawa knows that you’re a good cook but even the best sometimes make mistakes so he isn’t too worried.
You tend to cut yourself and hide them beneath bandages and other small items like watches and such. You had done really well at hiding them. You tried to not do it too often, but as your stress increased, so did your cutting. Eventually you were ‘clumsy’ too often but Aizawa chalked it up to you not getting enough sleep and told you to only make breakfast in the morning and stop making lunches since the school has lunches, so you could get more sleep. If that wasn’t enough then you guys could pick up breakfast.
But even so, the bandages being to stay longer, get bigger. Aizawa knew something wasn’t adding up but what was it? Late one night, Aizawa got home and knocked on your door, opening it only to see you with an Exacto knife at your wrist and multiple cuts. Aizawa’s eyes widened at the sight as the entire world stopped for a moment as he watched the blood drip from the cuts. Silentlyhe walked in and entered your bathroom, and came out with the first aid kit.
He opened it and sat down next to you. Taking the knife from you and without saying a word, he began to clean and treat the cuts before he bandages them. You were worried as he wasn’t saying anything but as you went to ask him something he spoke.
“Do you want to talk about why you’re doing this?”
“I-“
“It’s okay, you can tell me anything. If you need me to fix an issue then I’ll do that, if you just need to talk then I’ll just listen. If you’re uncomfortable with talking to me then we can find someone else for you to talk to. “
He spoke softly as he cleaned and rebandaged all the older cuts. Once he finished he set everything down and looked at you with teary eyes. He wrapped his arms around you and hugged you tightly as he kissed your forehead.
“I love you so much. I hope you know that. I’m sorry that you’re going through this but just know that I’m here for you no matter what. You’re my little girl and you’ll always be my little girl. Now, let’s go have some ice cream and maybe watch a movie, or we can just talk if you’re up for that?”
As he stood up and held a hand out to you to help you up off your bedroom floor you looked at him as he turned to leave.
“Aren’t you mad?”
“I’m not mad, I’m sad, yes, but I’m not angry at you. I know that you’re going through something. I’m just upset that I didn’t realize this sooner. You know you can talk to me about anything. Even girl stuff like boys and periods. But I doubt you’d want to talk to your old man about that stuff.” He smiled softly at you as you gave a soft chuckle.
“Dad, you’re not old”
“I know, now c’mon, let’s go”
He motioned for you to follow him as you walked into the kitchen. He pulled a container of your favorite ice cream out of the freezer and scooped some into a bowl before handing the bowl to you. He then scoped a bit out for himself before putting the ice cream back and joining you on the couch in the living room. That night you ate ice cream and snuggled with your dad in his lap as he held you, your head resting on his shoulder as he rubbed your back.
You talked to him about how you were feeling and why. He nodded and stayed calm, listening carefully and reassuring you that he loves you. You ended up falling asleep on his lap. He then carried you back up to your room and laid you down in your bed before pulling the covers over you and kissing your forehead goodnight.
The next morning, you and him, removed all the sharp objects from your room and put them in a box so you wouldn’t have the temptation. Aizawa helped you cook breakfast that morning. (Meaning he mostly watched and drank his coffee as you cooked since he was so tired) you both then left for school.
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Just Turn it Down
dad!Aizawa x biological!GN!Reader FAMILY FLUFF!!!!!
…. I’m so sorry for how long this took… I hope you like it🖤🤍🥺 and thank you for your amazing request!!! -🍯
WARNING: None, cute stuff. Possible gender mix ups, when I write a draft, I write in fem tense (she,her,ect) and then go back and fix it after- but I’m sick so may have missed a few. I’m incredibly sorry.
To say it was a surprise to the world would be an understatement. The scary, hard-headed, slouched teacher of AU had a kid—an actual, biological child. It was no surprise that Aizawa would keep it under wraps. Your safety and his patience could easily be strained.
“Who is the mother?”
“Was it a Fling?”
“Did the Pro-Hero Eraser Head hook up with…”
The world got its answers; with it, you got your silence. “My mother is dead. Died in childbirth, I’d like to be left alone now.” It was a blatant lie, and when Hizashi asked you why, trying his best to understand, his tall frame slumped slightly as he rubbed the back of his head, you answered, “Because she is.” The subject was never brought up again.
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While not your biological siblings, Eri and Shinso have been part of your family since they stepped through the door. Shinso, who was older than you, had offered advice more than once on subjects such as schools, relationships, and your future career. The world is aware of your future decisions, another blunt shut-down.
“Do you wanna be just like your father? A hero”
You glanced at your dad off to the side, his arms crossed yet still tense. Ready to pull you back the minute they ask a question that crosses the line. Aizawa smiled slightly, ever so suddenly that only you caught it. Then, there was an ever so slight nod.
“No.”
Shinso supports you fully; he always feels the public backlash of his decisions due to his quirks. Villain, villain, villain. He’d prove them wrong. But that didn't stop his anger when his mind bounced to the idea of you being put through assaults. You can manipulate living organisms. Specifically, increasing the size of plants and controlling movement. As always, with their lack of space, the press managed to grab photos of you using the quirk. Your sweet smile as you lean over some old lady's rose bush, the spiked vines climbing up to reach your fingers as soft pink flowers open. According to you, it had been stepped on and crushed under some careless foot, and you just wanted to fix it. Yet that story would be too sweet. The public zoomed in on the aspect that you could grow thorns! What if you decided to covered the town in poison ivy?! You huffed at the so called fears written in the paper.
“I wouldn't play their game, so now I need to be their villain.”
Your quirk explicitly comes from your mother's side to your disgust. Thou Aizawa couldn't care less about the quirk; he wouldn't care if you were quirkless, something he’s said more than once. However, he felt the slightest bit of glee as he watched you quiet the loud blonde in his class. It wasn’t your fault; he wanted to spar, and you did. Thou, you slightly regretted your decision as you watched the problem child, as your dad called him, scribble furiously down his journal.
You don't go to UA, a choice that sometimes stresses Aizawa. Yet, considering the recent events with this group of students, it now seemed like a safer choice, ironically. But when you do go to UA, for whatever reason, it feels like another home. Surrounded by the many staff and heroes that raised you, taking you on days, Aizawa had patrol. AllMight, in his uncle-like glory, yelled:
“Ah Young Y/n, how tall you’ve grown!”
This caused all students to stop and look at the one kid who was not in uniform. You’re as much their daughter as you are, Aizawa. Your hair getting ruffled, cheeks pinched, comments how beautiful you’ve become. Midnight, despite what the media says, and Rumi
have been wonderful mother figures throughout your life. Aizawa, as great a father as he is, knows when to throw his hands up for your comfort and sometimes his. You tell the two women secrets, crushes, and heartbreakers, and they keep it locked up, never spilling the information on even Aizawa.
Your little sister, Eri, clings to you like a koala and you her, pulling you to a point where your spine is more of a bridge than a body part, just so she can whisper you a secret or happily show you the family photo she drew in class, with you, Shinso, and Aizawa all drawn with wide smiles, stick hands holding stick hands.
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You blame Shinso for your music taste because if you admitted that Bakugou was the one to introduce, you think your father would get his motto tattooed onto you. “Stay away from loud blondes.” But you couldn't help it. Scene Queen seemed to attach to every cell of your body. The loud, angry music about worth and the media seeing comforting as you watched the world around you. There is so much pain, so many big problems, and yet some so small and meaningless, silly almost. These are easy ones to fix if people just agree. Maybe the same could be said for the argument of where Villains came from; the same ones you watch hurt your family, but the thought feels so sickening. So switch to another artist, the screaming, feeding, and subduing the boiling anger that lingers in your chest due to the media. You were getting ripped apart by the bloodhounds for not giving them the bloody steak they required, so instead, they chose you. You're a small, converted life forced to be nailed and screwed since you wouldn’t play their games.
Your finger mindlessly tapped to the next artist, pondering slightly if your hearing will be gone when you reach your 20s due to Metalica. Your fingers lightly drum on the page, your body unconsciously moving to the beat of the song that blasted too loud in your headphones. To be stuck in your own world and notice your dad walking past you, peering over the couch to see what you were doing. Aizawa paused; the screeching music from your headphones sounded all too familiar. With little hesitation, he reached down and grabbed one of the earpieces, listening for the split moment he had before the music paused. It was clear he startled you from the way you jumped and whipped around.
“Dad!”
“(Enter favorite metal band)?”
You paused, searching his face for something you weren't really sure of. ”Uh Yeah… Shinso introduced me to them.”
Aizawa smiled a bit, handing you back the headphones. “The band came out when I was in UQ,” He huffed, watching your surprised face. “Mike was very much into them and even met the band.” He watched the excitement in your face take over. He’d need to call Hizashi and tell him the radio hero would be over the moon. “They’re from (Enter Country), I believe.” He leaned against the couch.
“Yeah they did!” Azawia paused, about to speak again, when his phone rang, the screeching sound leading from the kitchen; it was UA; you both knew it. He sighed, looking back at you, smiling slightly. “Just listen to them at a lower volume.” He ruffled your hair before leaving to get his phone.
He left and was gone the rest of the day, some issue on the campus. Damn problem children. And when you came home from school, he still wasn’t there. But sitting on the kitchen counter,rested a small keychain of the band of the bands logo.
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EMERGENCY REQUEST
Hii, i was wondering if you could write platonic Aizawa emergency request in which hr has a daughter ho has veen strugling with self harm and su1cidal thoughts, please.
I had been really low latly and i relapes after 7 months of not self harming.
Thanks love 🩷
A/N: I'm so sorry to hear that you've been struggling lately, Nonnie. Remember, setbacks are a part of recovery, and it's okay to ask for help when you need it. You've made progress before, and you can do it again. Sending you love and support ♥
EMERGENCY REQS MASTERLIST
Aizawa is incredibly protective and caring towards you, his precious daughter.
He always makes time for you, even with his busy schedule as a pro hero and teacher at U.A.
Aizawa is observant, noticing even the slightest changes in your behavior.
One day, he accidentally walks in on you wrapping your wrists in bandages after harming yourself, and he's filled with terror.
Despite his fear, he immediately approaches you, sitting down beside you on the bed. "What's going on?" he asks straightforwardly, his voice laced with concern. "Why are you doing this to yourself, sweetheart"
You look up at him, your Y/E/C eyes filled with pain and uncertainty. "I... I just can't handle it anymore," you admit, your voice barely above a whisper. You explain that the pressure of hero studies and internships has been weighing heavily on you, and you don't know know how to cope anymore. "One day, I accidentally hurt my hand... and... it felt so good... like all my stress was relieved," you begin, tears streaming down your flushed face. "So I started doing this... from time to time... and... I couldn't stop... I was punishing myself for not being perfect, daddy," you say, your sobs becoming uncontrollable.
Aizawa listens attentively, his heart breaking at the thought of his daughter struggling alone. Without hesitation, he offers his unwavering support, reassuring you that you're not alone in this, his strong arms wrapping tightly around your trembling form as he offers you the tightest hug he can.
You hug him back tightly, whimpering, "I'm sorry, daddy, I'm so sorry!"
As you're held in his arms, you don't notice the tears streaming down Shota's face as he comforts you. He soothes you with gentle words and his presence, rocking you back and forth in his arms. "You're perfect just the way you are," he assures, clearing his throat to hide the hoarseness in his tone from the tears he shed for you. "We're in this together. You're not alone. We're a team. Always remember that you can come to me with all your problems, even the ones that seem small or irrelevant. Your problems are mine too. I'm your dad, and I'll do whatever I can to help you. Always."
You nod, listening to your dad's words. "I didn't want to bother you with..."
He interrupts you, shushing you, gently cupping your wet cheeks in his hands and making you meet his gaze. "You are never a bother. Never. You're my entire world, babygirl."
Aizawa makes sure to prioritize your well-being, adjusting his schedule to spend more time with you and offering words of encouragement whenever you need them.
He often says sweet little things like "I love you, sweetheart" or "you mean the world to me." He also praises your efforts, saying things like "you did very well on this test. I know you worked hard for a good grade, but even if it's not what you expected, remember that grades don't define your skills, knowledge, or spirit."
Through your journey, Aizawa learns to open up more to you, strengthening your bond and creating a safe space for you to express all of your feelings.
Even though Aizawa is hesitant at first, after realizing the seriousness of the situation, he doesn't hesitate to ask his friends for help.
And of course, they respond.
Hizashi visits Aizawa's apartment every day, bringing groceries and always having a little sweet snack for you that he knows you enjoy.
Despite the challenges you both face, Aizawa remains by your side, ready to support you through every step of your recovery journey.
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soft yan! Dadzawa Head canons
SPOILERS DONUT DO NOT READ also contains light swearing
• Aizawa is the type of person to hold the Cat in his arms So you can pet it, since it's too big for you to hold. it Just makes his Day when he sees the way your eyes light up when you hear the cat start to purr.
• we will also wrap you up in his scarf if you even say it's too cold. (you and Nezu are scarf buds!) Just say the word and he's rolling out the sleeping bag and prepping to make your favorite hot chocolate with the extra whipped cream and cat marsh mallows and we all know he has all your favorite cartoons for the two of you to binge together!
• however, like most things, it's not perfect.
• a good example of this is that Aizawa likes to have you nap on his lap as he is grading papers.
BUT YOU WANT A BEDTIME STORY
and Aizawa tries his best but he will probably come up with a story worthy of being a german fairy tale. (translation: there are no happy endings, sorry.)
BUT AIZAWA IS SMART ... enough
most of the time he ends up reading to you Denki and Mineta's test answers. and by the time he's done you're asleep.
and then his mind starts to wander,
you just remind him so much of Oboro
how you always manage to light up the room with your smile, how you always manage to be pretty Badass yet kind, and how you always care for others so deeply.
he won't let you go, not this time.
some times, he'll lay awake at night sitting on the couch just curled up into a ball just thinking about the future, when he's all old and wrinkly, maybe you'll be a beautiful young lady (oh who am I kidding, ofc your will! some of you are! others are just beautiful!)
then will you leave him?
that's when he gets up to go look at your photo album. from when you were a newborn, to now, when you are a toddler.
that's when he comes to the conclusion, you may older, but he will always be your dad, he will always protect you.
sometimes Eri joins him, and draws hearts around the ones with you and her, or you Aizawa and her.
likes helping you do your hair, braids are his favorite, but he'll do any hair style as long as it's not too hard.
Aizawa loves you, nothing more than that <3
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Hello! I hope you are doing great :)
I was wondering if you could write a Platonic father Aizawa x daughter reader. Someone broke into their house in the middle of the night and try to kidnapp her.
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I'm having a great day! I hope you are as well.
Night had fallen over Japan, and in a particular home, a little girl was fast asleep. (Y/N) Was laying in her bed, hair sprawled across her pillow as she slept. The moonlight shone through her window, illuminating the room slightly. Suddenly, the faint sound of glass breaking reached her ears, causing her to stir slightly. The girl slowly opened her eyes, trying to figure out what the noise was. (Y/N) rubbed her eyes tiredly and she sat up in her bed, staying quiet. Soon after, the sound of very faint footsteps reached her ears.
As soon as it did, the girl began to panic. Her heart beat began to quicken as she tried to figure out what to do. As the sounds got closer, (Y/N) rushed out of bed and ran to her closet. Being as quiet as possible, the little girl opened the door and stuffed herself as far into the corner as she would fit. She then closed the door again, shrouding herself in darkness. Sitting there, (Y/N) did her best to steady her breathing as the footsteps got closer before stopping. A heavy silence hung in the air for a moment before it was broken by her bedroom door being pushed open. The little girl's eyes went wide as she stayed completely still, watching as two figures entered the room. They made their way over to the bed, stopping in front of it.
"The brat isn't here" a voice spoke,
"she has to be, keep looking" the second replied, sounding annoyed. Then, they started walking toward the closet, making (Y/N) panic. Thinking quickly, she grabbed a blanket, and threw it over herself, hoping they wouldn't notice. A moment later, the closet door was opened and one of the men looked inside. (Y/N) could feel his eyes on the spot she was hidden in, she could only hope he wouldn't find her. The man's gaze remained on the corner of the closet for a moment before he turned back and called out to the other man.
"There's no one here." He spoke, closing the closet door rather forcefully. He turned and began walking away, but the force of the door being shut knocked one of (Y/N)'s toys off of the shelf. It fell, hitting the little girl in the leg. She almost cried out, but managed to stay quiet, so she waited as the men left the room. She felt relief when they were gone, but she could still hear them downstairs. Throwing the blanket off of her, (Y/N) quietly opened the closet door and got out, the room was left untouched for the most part. Suddenly, she was once again startled by more loud noises coming from downstairs. There was shouting and sirens. (Y/N) froze until her father's figure appeared in the doorway. Aizawa ran over to the little girl, pulling his daughter into a hug as tightly as he could. (Y/N) Felt a wave of relief wash over her as she rested in her father's arms..
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Kirishima stopped short, diverting from his path to the kitchen to join Kaminari in the hall. "What are you-?"
"Shh!" The blond sent him a too wide, almost wicked grin. "I saw Bakugou go in there almost an hour ago," he whispered before pressing his ear to the door. His eyes went wide and he gestured for Kirishima to join him. "Come on!"
"This doesn't seem right," Kirishima murmured reluctantly. He looked around, but no one else was in the girl's hall of the dorms. At this hour, it was likely that most of their class would still be training or getting dinner. Curiosity got the better of him and he joined Kaminari, pressing his ear to the door and hoping they wouldn't be detected.
"Ohh," the soft moan, followed by some grunting. "That's good."
Kirishima's eyes went wide when he heard your voice and suddenly he was listening in far more eagerly.
You gasped then let out a labored grunt. "Fuck-"
"That's too deep," Bakugou's commanding voice carried further than yours. Kaminari was shaking with laughter but Kirishima couldn't wipe the shocked look from his face. He would have bet real money that Bakugou didn't have any idea what sex was, let alone risking doing it in the dorms. "You're going to hurt yourself."
"I can handle it," you replied, though your voice was strained. "A-ah!" you whined.
"Hold still. Lemme move you."
Silence, then some shuffling sounds. "What the fuck?" Kaminari mouthed with delight in his eyes. "Oh, I'm gonna make fun of him for this forever."
"What are you two doing?" Both boys jumped, straightening up with matching expressions of shock and guilt as they looked at Mr. Aizawa. Their homeroom teacher looked between the two of them. "Well?"
"Uhh." Kaminari looked to Kirishima, but the redhead was equally stunned. "Umm."
Mr. Aizawa's eyes flickered to the door they'd been listening to. "Is something wrong with Y/N?"
"N-no, Aizawa sensei!" Kirishima answered a little too quickly. The teacher narrowed his eyes and Eijirou felt himself begin to sweat. "Kaminari and I were just-"
"Oh, found it!" Kaminari picked up nothing off the ground. "Contact lenses can be real tricky, eh sensei? Anyway, we're late for dinner, so-"
"Hold it." The firm words froze the boys in place before they could run off. Kirishima swallowed, apprehension mixing with the absurd urge to laugh. Both boys stood aside as Mr. Aizawa approached the door and rapped his knuckles against it. "Y/N?" he called.
Whatever your friends were expecting, it didn't quite match as you opened up the door, clad in leggings and a sports bra. "Yes, dad?" you answered readily.
Aizawa looked into your room as he stood several heads taller than you. "You're not meant to be in here," he intoned severely.
When Kirishima leaned around to peer in himself, he caught sight of Bakugou, also fully clothed as he sat at your desk. "I've been trying to get to dinner for an hour. This one-" he jerked his thumb over to you. "-wanted to do Pilates first."
Sure enough, your laptop was set up on the floor right in front of your yoga mat. On the screen was a Pilates video featuring a woman dressed similarly to you. The audio was almost inaudible it was so low, but it played on as she moved her body from a simple stretch to something that looked far more complicated. You looked up at Aizawa sensei. "I was almost done," you said.
Whether it was your innocent gaze or Bakugou's clear disinterest, Aizawa pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. "Get to the cafeteria. All of you. Kaminari and Kirishima, you'll walk with me while we discuss your detention."
Kaminari spluttered while Kirishima only dropped his head in defeat. You watched them leave with some confusion, then slowly shut your door. Slowly, a smile crept up on your face and you started to laugh. A moment later, Katsuki joined you. "Th-the looks on their faces!" you spoke through your giggles.
Bakugou's laughter was sharp, and he flashed his canines as he got up from the chair. He pulled up his pants as they sagged without a belt. "Your bra's inside out," he said, his low tone almost a growl as he leaned down to give you a kiss. You returned the kiss passionately, moaning into his mouth as he pressed closer. Your tongues swirled around each other and you whined when he finally pulled away. It was gratifying to see how his eyes dilated before he caught his breath, the familiar crimson a much thinner ring around his pupils.
"Should we actually get to dinner?" You asked in a whisper, your lips still moving against his.
Reaching his arms around your waist, Katsuki slid his hands down to grab your ass and squeezed possessively. "Later. You have a Pilates class to finish." He claimed your lips once more and groaned when you started tugging at the waistband of his pants.
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`✵•.¸,✵°✵.。.✰ 𝕃𝕠𝕦𝕕 𝕓𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕕𝕖 ✰.。.✵°✵,¸.•✵´★
Pairing: Bakugou x Aizawa's Daughter Reader
Warnings: Fluff, lots of fluff! Bakugou is vry anxious, a lil bit of cussing, possibly ooc Bakugou
Summery: you finally convince your boyfriend Katsuki Bakugou to meet your father. Little do they both know they already know each other.
"Katsuuuuuu" you whine pouting at your grumpy boyfriend. Even though you know that his anger is nothing more than a cover for every other emotion he's feeling, and right now you can tell he's anxious. No matter how many times you have asked him to meet your father you've been turned down with a simple 'I'm not ready yet', and even if you understands the boy's anxiety it doesn't make you any less disappointed.
"S'not that I don't wanna meet him doll, you know I do. Jus' what if he thinks I'm not good enough for you. You're just so perfect, and so calculated. Then m'jus reckless me." Letting out a long sigh afterwards because he really does want to meet the man who raised the girl he's so lucky to call his girlfriend, but he's scared. Rightfully so he thinks, because he really never will be good enough to deserve you.
"Kats, he's going to love you. I know me telling you probably won't end up changing how you feel, but you are good enough for me. You're everything I want, you treat me better than anyone else could, and if my father cannot see that he is painfully blind." You haven't had the heart to tell him who exactly your father is, especially with it being his teacher. You know it would only freak him out more, and that's the last thing that you need to do.
You know your boyfriend honestly probably better than you know yourself. As you've known him since you were in middle school. You can read him in a way no one else can. They see his brash. angry personality on the outside and they immediately assume that's all he is. Is a loud angry kid, but you, you see the parts of him that no one else is allowed to. You see the passion he has, the love he has for saving people, you see his softness. He's a different person around you. You bring out the best in him in ways that no one else could ever dream to do. As he does to you, because he also sees the parts of you nobody else has been allowed to see before. He knows your greatest fears, and the things that inspire you. He's supportive of your dreams as you are his. He'd never judge you, especially about the fact that you're not becoming a hero. Instead opting to take general studies at U.A. where you focus your studies on hero analysis instead.
"Do you mean it?" There's a hint of pain in his voice that would go unnoticed by anyone but you.
"Of course I do" you say as you gently cup his face with your hands. Then he gives you a look, one that is full of love. Love for you, and it's almost enough to make you tear up. But you fight it as to not spook him.
"Okay my love, I'll meet him." He gives you a small smile, and you think your heart may have melted right there.
"How about dinner at my house this Saturday kats? I'll make your favorite and we'll just have a nice evening." You say with an encouraging smile. You know how hard this must be for him and you're so incredibly proud of him.
"Okay, I'll let the old hag know that I'll be out be out for the evenin." He gently leans his forehead against yours after placing a gentle kiss to your forehead. You love how gentle his is with you, like at any moment you could break in his grasp.
You giggle as you playfully hit his shoulder, "Stop calling her that Kats." Before he has the chance to respond your phone starts blasting your alarm, telling you that it's time to start your walk home.
"M'gonna miss you." He says as you carefully get out of his lap and stretch as you stand up.
"I'll call you as soon as I'm home, and we can stay on the phone all night." This answer seems to satisfy him as he stands up and gives you a kiss before grabbing your jacket to help you put it on.
"Goodbye katsu, I'll talk to you later." Giving him a peck on his cheek and opening the door to his room.
"Yeah, whatever bye nerd." Even though that would come off as rude to anyone else, it places a large smile on your face as you make your way out of his house. It really is a gorgeous house, his parents have wonderful taste.
As you start on your walk you think about how the conversation with your father will go. He'll more than likely be getting ready for his night-shift of patrol. He knew you were seeing someone but other than that he knew no details. You had never been one to share the details of your love life and he knew that, so he chose not to push. Hoping that you would trust him enough to tell him anything important.
As you arrive home, you put your key in the lock and carefully unlock the door. As you open the door to your guys apartment, you immediately see your father in the kitchen dressed in his hero suit making himself coffee. It was the only way he got through his night shifts. As he sees you he starts to walk over to you before giving you a hug and a kiss to the top of your head.
"Welcome home hun, how's your day been?" He says pulling away and giving you a smile. He knows you can handle yourself but there's a certain relief that comes with knowing that you're safe in your home.
"It's been good, but I've got something to talk to you about." As you say this his heart beats a little quicker, maybe something happened. He's already thinking of every horrible thing that could have happened to you. You gently place your hand on his shoulder taking him out of his thoughts.
"Saturday, my boyfriend's going to come over for dinner. So he can meet you." He sighs in relief, he can handle that. It's simply just meeting the boy who has stolen your heart. He's noticed the way you've changed, since you've started hanging out with that boy. You seem happier, calmer even. But all he knows is that it's been a change for the better, and he can tell this boy makes you happy. So, even though trusting someone else with the care of the most important person to him is terrifying. He knows you're happy and healthy, that's all that'll ever matter to him.
"Alright that's fine, but you're cooking cause you know I can't for shit." You let out a small giggle at this comment, because he really cannot cook to save his life.
"Already planned on it dad!" He could spend the rest of his life like this. In the sweet moments between the two of you. Due to his busy schedule he doesn't get to see you as much as he would like. Even though he knows you don't blame him, and never would he can't help but feel some guilt. He never wants you to feel like he's abandoning you in the way your mother did.
"Alright hun, I've got to leave for patrol, there's some money on the counter for you to order yourself dinner. I should be home around 3. Have a good night, I love you." Once again he plants a kiss to your forehead, with a small smile forming on his lips.
"Thank you, I love you too dad. Have a good patrol!" And with that he leaves for the night.
You spend some time debating on what to get, with the help of Katsuki's opinions. After you get your food and eat you and him both decide that it's time for bed. You fall asleep to the sound of his soft snores feeling the most content that you have in years.
The rest of your week goes by normally. With the same routine of going to school, seeing your boyfriend, and going home. A simple routine but one that you've grown to love. The normalcy of everything is so comforting to you. And before you know it Saturday has arrived. Throughout the day you're excited, you think. You're not actually really sure how you feel, you want to be exciting but then there's the thought of what if it doesn't go well. And now you're suddenly wondering if Kats will be mad that you didn't tell him who your father was. As it gets closer to the time that was agreed upon by the three of you, the panic starts to really set.
This does not go unnoticed by your father as he is an extremely observant man. Yet, for what feels like one of the first times in his life, he doesn't know how to comfort you. He wants to promise you that he'll like your boyfriend but he knows there's always a chance that promise would be broken. And he doesn't want to do that to you. He settles in just trying to tell you he'll be nice. He walks into the kitchen where you've started making curry. You're making two kinds because you know your father cannot handle the spice. You don't acknowledge his presence but he's aware you know that he is with you.
"Hey, uh I promise I'll be nice tonight, but I can't promise that I'll like him." He says as gently as he can, but he feels like that last part may have come out a little harsh.
"I know dad, it's not really you I'm worried about. He's just.. He's so anxious but it comes out in a way that's harsh, and I don't want you to think less of him." It was a hard confession for you to make to him. Fearing that he might connect the dots before your boyfriend gets here.
"I'll keep it in mind kid, because I know you're happy. I see it on your face." He walks back to his room as he says that. But it leaves a smile on your face. And it reminds you how much he truly cares about you.
You think about Katsuki the entire time you cook. Thinking about his smile that is so contagious to you. He's smiling and you are too. About his hair, and the way it's so pointy. Yet it somehow manages to be so soft too. His voice that is so loud and harsh with others, but is so gentle and soft with you. You think about the way he looks while he cooks. He'll say he enjoys your food tonight, and he might. But you both know that he is absolutely the superior cook. You think about his handsome face. Everything about it being so perfect and fitting together so well. The red of his eyes, and the small bags that fall under them. Everything about him is so perfect.
Eventually, you're interrupted from your thoughts by a knock on the door. 'Shit' you think is it really already time. You quickly go to open the door and you're pleasantly surprised at the sight in front of you. Your lovely boyfriend dressed nicer than you think you've ever seen. Wearing a nice pair of jeans and a red dress shirt that brings out his eyes. He's also holding a bouquet of your favorite flowers.
"Uh. Here these are for you." He says has he shoves them into your hands. You smile at him.
"Thank you they're gorgeous. Would you uh, like to come in?" No matter how long you guys are together you'll honestly probably always have these small awkward moments between the two of you that you've grown to love.
"Oh uh yeah." He nods his head as he accepts your invitation and walks into your house. Taking a mental note of his surroundings, the place you, the girl he loves lives. He thinks it's simple, but nice, even more than his own house.
"Uh, by the way don't kill me for not telling you." You hear your father start coming down the hall and feel this is your last chance to say anything. And you decide to plead for your life. He looks at you with complete and utter confusion.
"Huh?" He says this as your father walks into the room and as the realization hits him, you see the color drain from his face. You look at your father and he has the same look on his face. Katsuki's seems to be more out of fear and your father's more out of shock.
"Y/n what did I say about loud blondes?" He says with a sigh, but you know he's not mad. He may just be trying to freak Katsuki out a little more.
With a giggle you respond, "to stay away from them?" Katsuki looks at you like you're crazy, you can only wonder what's going through his head. You take his hand giving it a reassuring squeeze.
"Uh- hi Aizawa-sensei." He says with a shake in his voice. You can tell he's scared and you feel so bad for not telling him. You realize that it was a mistake you shouldn't have hid it from him, you should have just told him. But you don't have time to keep thinking before your father responds.
"Hello Bakugou, I'm assuming you were as left in the dark about this as I was?" Your father sends you a small glare.
"Uh yeah sir I was." He says huffing and shoving the hand that wasn't holding yours in his pocket, as he glares intensely at the floor.
"Msorry- I didn't know how to tell you guys.. I'm sorry." You say meekly, you really hadn't known how to tell them.
"it's okay, m'jus a little shocked." Now it's his turn to give your hand a comforting squeeze. He really isn't mad at you, but he does wish you had told him before. But that's something the two of you can talk about another day.
"I know you make my daughter happy Bakugou, so I'm not mad. And I know you'll be able to protect her. But this will not change our relationship at school, do not expect anything to be easier for you. If anything be prepared for it to be harder, if it's my daughter you'll be protecting." Your father sends a look to your boyfriend that conveys how serious he is about his words.
"Yeah yeah sir, I wouldn't want it any other way." He send a glare straight back at your father, you know this is his way of proving himself to the older man. So for now, you won't get in the way, as long as it doesn't get to out of hand.
"We should probably go eat before dinner gets cold." The two men nod in agreement before you guys make your way to the dining room. You sit next to Katsuki and your father sits on the other side of the table. You give both of them plates before making your own.
"I hope you enjoy it." You say with a weak smile. You watch as the both of them start eating and Katsuki gives you one of those looks that just shows you how much he is in love with you.
"Shit babe, this is so fuckin good." He says before taking anything bite. And this makes you giggle and return him the smile. Your father watches with an amused smirk and he realizes that calming the loud blondes may run in the family.
The rest of dinner goes well, you guys all talk and you father seems to accept of Katsuki. And that makes you happier than anything, seeing the two most important people in your life get along.
A/n: RAAAAH okay so I fear it's late and I'm a little eepy so I kinda rushed the end, so I might come back and change it or I'll js leave it I don't know! But this is the first time in a rlly long time I've written so it honestly probably sucks but I fear it's okay chat. I hope you at least someone enjoyed it!
Pt. 2, pt. 3
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I don’t know if you take request but can you do an emergency request with aizawa with like a kid figure? Or like foster or adoptive kid or something who like got 🍇 threats and just is really not okay because men suck 😞💔 no but srs I know it’s not all men but what the flip..! Sorry if that was like a vent feel free to ignore if you’re uncomfortable by it but if you do please tag me!! Take care
Hi! I apologize for taking a few days to get to this, my energy hasn't been the best but I finished it! I hope this helps even a little, sorry to hear you went through such a thing (๑•́︿•̀๑)
I'm wishing you all the best and more!
The Hollows of the Mind
➤ Welcome - Introduction and request rules (requests are open + some info about me)
▶ Characters: Father! Aizawa & GN Reader [Platonic]
▶ Genre: Comfort
▶ Summary: You receive... Threats. Luckily, Aizawa's the best at both protection and comfort
▶ Word Count: 2146
▶ Warnings:
Mentions of assault
Threats given to reader
The night was cold. There was a slight breeze that made its way through the open window of your dorm room, but you couldn't be bothered to close it. You didn't have the energy.
You didn't have the energy for very much lately. All of it was drained from you when they showed up. You shuddered, trying to erase their vile threats from your mine where it seemed to imprint itself. Sometimes it amazed you how low people would crawl.
Time was the last thing on your mind. It seemed to drone on as you sat on your bed, zoning out as you stared out the window. Maybe you ought to close it soon.
A brief knock on your door sent you jumping a bit, but you quickly stilled as your father's figure came into view.
Aizawa was safe. Everyone knew that. He cared for his students with a burning passion and his past injuries were proof of how far he was willing to go. Villains feared him (sometimes students as well), but you and your class loved him.
Aizawa was safe.
"It's past lights out. You know what that means. "
For a moment you simply stared at him, frozen in confusion. It wasn't until he stretched out an open hand that you realized it was your phone that he wanted. You had lost track of time, and this was what you received.
As if things couldn't get bad enough.
With a sigh you reached out to pass him your phone, half-way apologies already forming in your mind.
"I'm sorry Sensei, I promise it won't happen again. "
Aizawa was observant. It was near impossible to hide anything from him, and he was normally able to pick up on things sometimes before you yourself could even tell.
Such as now. Body language was an important indicator of someone's emotions, and yours was drooping. You looked lethargic, and all your movements lacked any energy behind them. Something had brought you down, and suddenly Aizawa's attention was brought off the phone.
His normally stern expression morphed into one of concern, as the tone of your voice had caught him a little off guard. Placing your phone down on your table, his dark eyes studied your expression. This was not how you usually were. Something was off.
Once he made his way over to you, he gently placed a hand on your shoulder. "What's wrong?"
You didn't realize how out of it you were until you jumped at the sudden touch to your shoulder. It was unexpected, but not unfamiliar. You never jumped around him. You looked up to him, and in that moment Aizawa saw just how tired your eyes looked. They were dull.
Your thoughts swarmed your head as you contemplated on telling him or not, and what you'd even say if you did.
It was late, so it was supposed to be expected to see one tired around this time. But the fatigue that filled your eyes looked as though it had been there for a while. You didn't look tired... You looked exhausted, and Aizawa couldn't help but feel a pang of worry at this point.
Aizawa loved all his students. He'd do anything for them. But you. You were special to him, you were his. His child to care for, to look after, to love and accompany. While he wouldn't outright say it, you held a higher position in his heart compared to any student he's ever taught.
He moved to sit beside you on your bed this time, trying to look into your eyes as you turned away.
"[Name]..." Gently placing a finger on your cheek and turning your head so you'd face him, he sighed. "What happened? Talk to me." His voice was low, gentle. More gentle than usual.
Hesitantly, you brought your eyes up to face his. Aizawa was a familiar figure. He'd always been a beacon of hope for every single student in class 1-A, including you. So why couldn't you call upon him yourself?
"I-I..." It was hard, getting the words out. It hurt. You didn't want to relive it all over again. However, before you could begin speaking again, your phone lit up with yet another notification, the ping sound echoing in your ears.
Noticing your eyes widen from their droopy state unconsciously, Aizawa's attention is moved to the device. He concluded that whatever popped up on your phone was the issue at hand.
"Who is it from?" He asked as he stood up and reached out for it, much to your horror. Things were moving too fast. You wanted help, yes, but there was some unknown fear gripping you. Fear of what, you weren't sure.
"Wait!" Your voice rang hollow in your ears, surprising both Aizawa and yourself at the unexpected action. It instantly froze him in place, fingers hovering above the device.
You'd never raised your voice before, let alone at him, and it was only then that he had confirmation that whatever was going on wasn't to be taken lightly if you were acting this way.
Swiveling his head over to you, his expression remained solid as he spoke firmly. "Tell me what's wrong, now." He didn't mean to come off as cold, and you knew him well enough to know that he wasn't trying to be.
Aizawa saw an issue and he wouldn't let any barriers get in his way of fixing it - even if you were the constructor. He needed to know what was happening.
You were frozen in place, arm still reaching out from when you shouted. As you looked over towards your phone, the notifications glaring at you on the screen, you slowly lowered your arm as you mulled it over. Staring blankly at the screen, you felt hollow. All the fear had been sucked out of you, leaving you to feel foolish at keeping quiet. A risky thought jumped ahead in your mind, and before you could think twice you were already opening your mouth.
"You... You can open it."
You slowly slid your eyes down to the ground, not wanting to see his expression and just wanting the whole ordeal to be over. Fear and shame and sorrow bled into your thoughts daily. You just wanted someone... Anyone to save you. To reach out a hand.
Which is what Aizawa always did best.
He wasn't expecting the sudden compliance, but he wasn't going to sit and complain. Slowly, he turned to your phone and unlocked it, reading through everything that showed on the screen.
You could only stare at the floor. You didn't want to see him. You didn't want anything to do with this whole ordeal anymore. You just wanted to live your life the way you used to. You didn't want to be scared.
The air between the both of you was thick with tension, silent and heavy. Everything came to a standstill for a brief moment, before Aizawa suddenly slammed your phone back down onto your desk.
You shot your head up, only to see him looking at the floor with his fist clenched. He was trembling. But he wasn't scared. Far from it.
He was mad. Not mad, enraged.
He wanted to find every single idiot who even thought that way about you. It was difficult to contain himself, and for a moment he had to heave a breath just to steel himself so he could speak.
"For how long..."
His voice shook the slightest bit as he looked up at you.
Turning away so you wouldn't be facing him, you swallowed. "Awhile," you softly muttered. Once again, you were drowned in raging silence.
That little comment caused Aizawa's heart to break, and he clenched his fist to keep himself from blowing up from anger.
"Why didn't you tell someone?.... Why didn't you tell me?"
His voice was low, he really couldn't hide the amount of pain in his voice hearing that this wasn't a single comment thrown at you.
You sucked in a breath, both you and Aizawa knowing that the answer wasn't that simple.
"I was scared..."
Looking up from the ground, you turn your attention to the still-open window.
"I know that either way I would've been scared... Telling someone or not. But I thought... I thought..." You couldn't help the way your eyes began to water as you huddled in on yourself. "I thought I could ignore it. "
Your reflection bounced in his dark eyes as he watched you intently. So badly did he want to hold you, to put a hand on your head and tell you that everything would be okay in the end.
He clenched his fist even tighter until his knuckles turned white.
"Ignore it...?" He breathed out, his voice reverberating through the room. He gently grabbed your shoulder and made it so you had to look up at him. You stilled upon sight of his upset decomposed expression.
"This is not something you can just ignore and just wait for it to go away."
His words hit you like a brick wall, but they were true. Aizawa was no sweetheart, he never sugarcoated things. He was true, a realist. He was stern, he scared people, he was strict... Yet you and many others knew that if you unraveled him you'd find a softened heart.
"I've come to realize that." You muttered, wiping your nose on your sleeve as your eyes threatened to spill over.
A part of Aizawa always broke upon seeing you sad. He softly squeezed your shoulder, gently reaching up to wipe your falling tears.
"It should not have taken this long for you to realize that..."
He was trying so very hard to contain himself and stay calm and collected. He needed to, for your sake. He let his hand fall from your cheek as he clenched his fist again.
"I don't care what they said..."
He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath as a new wave of anger was washing over him at the thoughts of everything that was said to you. All those threats... They wouldn't have the power to do a single thing. He'd make sure of it.
"I won't let any of them lay a finger on you, do you understand me?"
You finally turned all your attention onto him, and with teary eyes you let out a wobbly smile. You failed to compose yourself, ending with your throwing yourself at him, sobbing in his arms as he caught you and held your close.
He was your father.
Your teacher.
Your mentor.
He was strong. Villains feared him. Students looked up to him. He was safe. He loved you as you did him. You just wanted to be safe, and here it was. It was him.
"T-thank y-you..." You hid your face in his shirt as you sniffled.
With his arms wrapped around you in a tight embrace, Aizawa held you close, gently running a hand through your hair.
He cared so deeply for you that it genuinely hurt at times. You occupied his mind nearly all day and all night. He was always worried, knowing how cruel and unjust the world could be. That's why he knew something like this was bound to form. Luckily, he was a formidable wall, keeping anything from reaching you. He'd be damned if he didn't give his all, no matter the threat level.
Pressing his lips against your forehead, he sighed. "You don't have to thank me y'know."
Breathing in, he cracked a small smile as he looked at you lovingly. "I'd do anything to keep you safe, doesn't matter if you ask me to or not."
You breathed, feeling lighter somehow. It was coming to an end. Resting your head in the crook of his neck, you closed your eyes as you finally allowed yourself to relax.
Aizawa rested his face in your hair, rubbing your back as he felt all the tension leave your body at once. He was happy to take that weight from you. It was a father's job, after all. You weren't meant to carry it anyway. So badly did he want to hunt down those that threatened you, and to show them some real threats instead...
But right now... There was something more important.
He continued his ministrations, realizing that you had fallen asleep in his arms. Heaving a sigh, he looked down at you once more, a smile gracing his features. He really did love you. Squeezing you gently so as to not wake you, he muttered "I'm going to fix this, okay?"
He closed his eyes for a moment, reveling in the warmth that you radiated, before standing up and closing the window you left open with a final thud.
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Shinsou: Today at 7 am, Y/N poured a Monster energy drink in their coffee, said "I'm going to die" and drank the whole thing.
Bakugou: I watched Y/N brew their coffee with Monster instead of water. Three cups in two hours. I think they ascended into the astral realm.
Aizawa: The survivability of this class never fails to amaze me.
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Hii, i just read one of your oneshots in which Aizawa and hi sidekick are kidnaped by Shigaraki. So i wanted to request a platonic Aizawa onesjot in which he and his daughter are kidnaped by a enemy of Aizawa with the porpouse of making him suffer by torturing his daughter.
Thankss
I don't think the kidnapped sidekick was my one shot but I decided to write your request anyway. Hope you enjoy it!
He's Projecting - Aizawa x Daughter! Reader
2230 words Warnings: Blood, mentions of torture + Being a hero, Aizawa has a lot of enemies. Unfortunately, sometimes it hits to close to home. Especially this time when a vengeful villain kidnaps Aizawa and his daughter with the intent to make Aizawa suffer for his actions.
3rd POV
Aizawa groaned as he woke up. His neck was killing him from where his head as hanging backwards where he sat. He slowly lifted his head and went to reach up to rub it but his hand was tied down. He immediately became alert and looked down at himself. He found he was tied to a chair. Tugging against the bonds, he couldn’t break free. His next move was to access his surroundings. He looked up and looked around. It was a windowless room that was surprising well lit.
“What the hell is going on? What happened?” He muttered. The last thing he remembered was having dinner with his daughter at her favorite restaurant to celebrate her recent achievement in big project for school. He remembers them were walking home when his memory goes black.
“Looks like someone is finally awake.” A familiar scratchy voice say through speakers he finally notices in the room.
“Dagger?” He muttered. The door to the room to his left slammed open. He looked and saw the man himself. Dagger was an enemy he made early into his hero career. He had a quirk where he could create metal dagger from his own body. Similar to that of his student Momo’s quirk to create anything she wanted from her own body.
“Eraserhead.” He growled. Dagger stood with his arm out, extending past the door out of Aizawa’s sight as if he was holding something. Dagger smirked evilly.
“What do you want Dagger? Where is my daughter?!” Aizawa snapped.
“Oh, she’s right here.” Dagger yanked on whatever he was holding. Y/N stumbled into view where Dagger held her by her hair. Her hands were tied behind her back and there was a gag in her mouth. Aizawa struggled against his bonds furiously.
“Get your hands off her!” Aizawa yelled. Panic was rising in him. “So help me…”
“Oh, Eraserhead. You are in no position to be making demands.” Dagger pushed Y/N into the room while a sleek dagger formed into his hand.
Y/N’s POV
I stumbled forward and was able to catch my self before falling. I looked over my shoulder at Dagger before looking at my dad. I could see anger and panic in his eyes. I felt the same panic as well as terror. I was no hero in training like my father’s students. Sure, he taught me plenty of self-defense but right now, it was useless.
“Dagger! If you hurt one hair on her head…”
“You’ll what?!” Dagger pointed his dagger at my dad. “You are useless right now. And even if you use your quirk on me, I already have my weapon and your quirk can’t stop me from using it.”
“Why are you doing this?” Dad asked frantically as Dagger came closer to me with the dagger. I backed away from him.
“You took everything from me. I was just trying make a better life for my family and I. I wasn’t doing anything extremely bad. A few armed robberies here and there. Maybe a few stabbings when things got messy but I never murderer someone. I never deserved what you did to me. I lost my family. My wife.. my child…” He growled. I hit the wall and Dagger swung the knife. The gag fell from my mouth where he cut it off.
“Y/N!” Dad gasped.
“I’m okay.” I said quickly with a shaky voice.
“You made me suffer…so I am going to make you understand what I went through. Expect, I am going to make you watch.”
“She has nothing to do with this!”
“Maybe, but my family suffered because of you so it is only fair yours does too.” Dagger charged at me. I dodged in a panic and ended up on the floor in front of my dad. I tried to get back up as my dad yells in warning. I was pinned to the ground roughly before being flipped over. Dagger was kneeling over me with a wild look in his eyes.
“Dagger! Don’t you fucking dare!” Dad half commands and half begs. Dagger just laughs.
“Here we go.” He says sinisterly before bringing his dagger down at me.
3rd POV
Y/N screamed as Dagger slashed and carved into her skin. Aizawa could only watch and listen in horror as Dagger tortured his daughter and himself in tow. Eventually Dagger left the room, leaving Y/N bleeding out on the floor. Aizawa carefully watched her to make sure she was still breathing. The subtle rise and fall of her chest gave him some comfort.
“Y/N? Please answer me sweetheart.” He spoke softly. Her head turned towards him slowly.
“Daddy…” She whimpered. Tears were streaming down her face, mixing with some blood. Aizawa flinched at the sight, his own tears building up in his eyes.
“I am sorry sweetheart. I can’t believe I let this happen.” Aizawa said softly.
“It’s not your fault.” She says. He couldn’t believe she would say this. She had always been so understanding and kindhearted. Even in a situation where her life was threatened by direct consequence of his past, she was not placing blame on him.
“But it is, sweetheart. Dagger is hurting you because of me.”
“He is projecting, dad.” She said before flinching as she tried to sit up. After achieving that goal, she looks at him. “You put him in jail and then his wife and kid get killed in a freak accident. In his grief he correlated your putting him in jail, taking him away from them was the direct cause of them being in the accident.”
“How did you…” He was surprised that she knew so much about Dagger.
“Midoriya gave me a whole lesson on my father’s Hero history one day while I was visiting.” She said and they both give a small chuckle. They go quiet. “I just connect the dots about his correlation during his little rant before he, um, you know.”
“How did you get to be so smart?” Aizawa gave a watery smile.
“Touching.” Dagger’s voice echoed through the room. “Father and daughter having a moment. Disgusting.”
“You’ve made your point Dagger. Now let me go so I can give you the fight you deserve.” Aizawa exclaimed.
“Oh what would be the fun in that?” Dagger came back into the room. He quickly made a dagger before throwing in across the room. Y/N was able to dodge most of them but not all. Y/N screamed as the blade lodged into her thigh.
“No!” Aizawa struggled against his bonds. Blood began to pool slowly on the floor. Dagger came over and pulled the dagger out causing the wound to bleed faster. Y/N cried out in pain. “Now Eraserhead. What should I do next? Cut off a finger? Oh! Maybe an ear?”
“No!” Y/N screamed.
“Dagger I swear I’ll…”
“You swear you’ll what?! Arrest me? Beat the shit out of me? You’ve done that all before.” Dagger snapped stepping closer to Aizawa. Aizawa gave him a death glare, not knowing what to say in the moment. “You got to think of something new, Eraserhead.”
“How about this?” A new voice cut through the space before Dagger was on the ground twitching from an electroshock. Kaminari stood in the door way with Present Mic and Midnight standing behind him. “I think he is going to be completely shocked when he comes too.”
“Dammit kid. We talked about the puns.” Midnight grumbled and ushered him out of the way. Present Mic and Midoriya rushed into the room with Recovery Girl in tow with Nezu. Recovery Girl and Mic went straight for Y/N while Midoriya and Nezu went to Aizawa’s aid.
“How did you find us?” Aizawa asked.
“Mirio had alerted Present Mic that you two hadn’t returned from your dinner to pick up Eri. After a while more of no word, we began immediately retracing where you went tonight or should I say last night to locate you. Dagger wasn’t the best at covering up his tracks when he took you two.” Nezu explained. Midoriya got the ropes undone. “And a couple of your students refused to be left behind when we came to rescue you.”
“Thank you.” Aizawa got up and immediately went over to his daughter. She was now unconscious with her head in Kaminari’s lap. He held back tears as he looked her over.
“She’s going to be okay, Shota.” Mic said while placing a hand on his shoulder. Aizawa nods and looks over to where Dagger laid still twitching from the shock. He walked over and lifted him by his collar. Dagger gave a sinister laugh.
“What are you going to do Eraserhead? Beat me to a pulp? Use those fancy hand to hand combat skills on me?” He laughed.
“No.” Aizawa said as he set Dagger down on his feet. “You threatened and hurt my daughter. As much as I would like to pummel you to the ground, I will not sink to your level of petty. But I promise you that you will rot in the deeps darkest cell in the world before this is over.”
“You don’t scare me Eraserhead.” Dagger said. Aizawa shrugged as Mic and Midnight took him away. Aizawa walked over as Recovery Girl healed Y/N. She groaned as she woke up. Aizawa knelt next to his daughter.
Y/N’s POV
“Dad, I want to go home.” I said softly I looked up at him. My whole body ached. The wounds were gone but I knew that I wasn’t completely healed. He nodded and gently picked me up. He walked out with Kaminari and Midoriya in tow. Once outside, I noticed he was gathering his bearings and the look of realization came across his face.
“What an idiot…” He muttered. I looked at his confused. “We’re only a few blocks from UA.” He said. The sound of Dagger yelling profanities pulled my attention. I saw Midnight and Mic putting him into a police car. My dad ignored him as Nezu caught Dad’s attention.
“I have a car over here to take you two home. “ Nezu said as led my dad to the car. “You are required to take a week off at least. Be home with your daughter while you to BOTH work through this together and get on the road to recovery.”
“Thank you, Nezu.” Dad said as he set me down on my feet. I held onto the car door for support.
“I will send a doctor in the morning to check on the both of you.” Recovery Girl said. Dad nodded and I carefully sat down in the car.
The next morning, the sound of snoring woke me up. As well as being poked in the side. I opened my eyes and saw Eri sprawled out against me. I smiled and flinched as my body began to ache. I sat up slowly and ran a hand through my hair. I got up and walked out of my room. I walked into the kitchen to go get something to drink. I pulled out a glass and accidentally knocked something off.
“Oh crap.” I muttered. I turned just in time to see a kitchen knife hit the floor. I felt instant panic shot through me. A flash of a knife went across my mind. I screamed and covered my face, dropping the glass. I didn’t hear the glass shattering and uncovered my face. The glass was caught midair and a gentle hand was placed on my back.
“Come on sweetie. I’ll get you a drink. Go sit on the couch.” My dad said softly.
“O-okay.” I nodded. I turned and went to walk out of the kitchen. On the walk to the living room, I noticed I was shaking badly. I wrapped my arms around myself to try and calm myself down. I cuddled into the couch. Dad came in with a cup of juice. He sat next to me.
“Here you go.” He held out the cup. I took it and drank slowly. He wrapped a blanket around me before wrapping an arm around my shoulders. I leant against his side. “It’s not going to be easy sweetheart. There are going to be times where things are going to bring up bad memories.”
“Will it get better?”
“In time but I will be here every step of the way. If you ever need help, don’t hesitate to ask. No matter when or where, you call me when you need me or Mic or Midnight or whoever. Okay?” He looked down at me.
“Yeah. I will. I promise.” I nodded.
“And I promise nothing like that will ever happen to you again.” He said. A quiet yawn pulled their attention. Eri was sleepily stumbling through the living room. She wordlessly walked over and climbed into my lap, snuggling into my chest. “And I don’t think Eri will let you out of her sight again.”
“You’re right.” I chuckled. I wrapped my arms around her with the blanket while setting my head on dads shoulder and yawning. “I think I am going to go back to sleep now.”
“Okay sweetheart.” He rubbed my shoulder. “I’ll wake you up when the doctor gets here.” He got up and I laid down with Eri. He kissed my head and walked over to the kitchen. I heard soft music start to play. I sighed and fell asleep.
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Heyy, i wanted to request a Eresermic im which Aizawa has a biological daughter, but she is being bullied and they noticed when she was already thinking in ending it all.
I understand if this is too dark, i just lived something similar and my parents blamed me, so some confort would be apreciared hahaha
Thankss, i love your writing 🩷
(Oh my gosh, this hits so close to home because this happened to me. My parents grew up in the era where if boys were mean to you it was because they like you. So when I begged them to do something about my bullies, they did nothing. Needless to say, my childlike innocence was the only reason why I’m alive. Although I may be doing better than I was back then, nothing can erase the trauma from the unintentional neglect from my parents. I hope you don’t mind, but I’ll be basing this somewhat off of my own experience and I’ll be putting it in the Pro Heroes x Inner Child Series)
Erasermic x Aizawa’s Bullied Daughter Reader
(TRIGGER WARNING: This story has mentions of bullying, harassment, allusions to suicide and suicidal thoughts, depression and other potentially triggering topics. Please be advised)
Since you basically have two dads, you refer to Hizashi as papa and Shouta as dad
Your quirk was called restraint. Basically if you called someone by their real, full name, you could temporarily restrain them as long as you focused on them
But just like your dad, you also had to be able to see your target
But unlike your classmates, you were a late bloomer. You developed your quirk at age 8, which led to you being bullied by your peers
You knew that your dad’s worked really hard and that their jobs were really stressful at times. So the last thing you wanted was to be another source of stress for them. Which is why you didn’t tell them about the bullying
You were 11 when you just couldn’t take it anymore. You tried to deal with the situation on your own, you tried to fight your bullies who even started making fun of your dad’s being a couple
You tried not to let anyone’s words affect you but after so many years, you started to believe them too. And you began to bully yourself
You would tell yourself that your dad’s already had enough stress on their plates and that you were just a burden on them. You had started to mentally and physically beat yourself up
The bullies had started to use their quirks on you, resulting in bruises which you would hide with makeup that your Aunt Nemuri had gotten you since you started to develop acne
Since your dads would get home late, you had plenty of time to get home and cover up any wounds
One day, you just had enough
You decided that you were better off dead. You decided that you would take your own life after you got home and would leave a note before leaving the house so your dads wouldn’t have to deal with the body
Unknown to you, Aizawa had gotten a call from one of your teachers who was concerned about you. She had seen you fighting and decided to give Aizawa a call since your grades and overall performance had declined significantly
Aizawa had informed Hizashi of the call and they decided to go home early and wait for you. They believed that you were going through puberty and the hormonal changes were effecting your performance and were the cause
Imagine their surprise when you get home, covered in bruises, a busted lip that was still bleeding and a completely dead look in your eyes
Seeing their precious baby in such a state they immediately started to worry and begged you to talk to them
They had prepared your favorite food for dinner and even got you your favorite dessert as a treat. Seeing how sweet they were, you broke down and confessed your pain and your plan
Hizashi was balling his eyes out and wrapped you in his arms while Aizawa had clenched fists with tears in his eyes.
Aizawa made the call to your school demanding a talk with the principal and the parents of your bullies. While Aizawa was setting that up, Hizashi had you sit on the couch while he tended to your wounds, disinfecting them, cleaning them and bandaging them
He told you that he loves you even though you’re not his biological kid, you’re HIS little listener, his favorite kid in the whole world. He then picked you up and smothered you in hugs and kisses
Aizawa came back into the room and brought the food
That night, you guys are on the couch as you snuggled together under a blanket and watch your favorite movie
The next day, Aizawa and Hizashi dropped you off at UA with Nemuri, while they had a talk with your teachers and bullies. They decided that homeschooling would be the best for you right now since they want to make sure you heal mentally, physically and emotionally from this before you go back
They had told Nedzu what happened and he agreed that for the meantime, until you were mentally stable again, the safest bet would be to have you do your homeschooling at UA where you’ll be surrounded by people who can help you and prevent you from doing anything detrimental to yourself
Needless to say, they love you and you are their whole world and you’re the reason why they fight to come home. You’re their motivation and the reason they fight to protect
(I hoped this helps you and that you guys enjoy this)
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