#aizawa x gender neutral reader

[keepingupwithkarasuno]

I was feeling pick up lines and so now here’s reader x mha characters and pickup lines I’ll probably do more later <3

Midnight alt name dream girl but stomach pumper 3000 makes me giggle so I kept it

[zawadni]

SHOUTA AIZAWA WAS A GRUMPY DUDE. Be it his resting neutral face or his introverted nature that made him appear in such a manner, the man was just always grumpy-looking. The longer he went on teaching 1A, the more each of them began picking up on it. When they started to really pay attention to him, they marveled at the fact that one can keep the same face for so long.

During the early school hours, they could never see anything else. He always wore the same monotone expression or was just straight-up gloomy.

The main theory was that he simply wasn't a morning person. Everyone and their mothers knew that Aizawa almost never slept; some started to speculate it was some weird quirk that was assigned with the Erasure.

Case in point, his expression never changed. They got so caught up in their conspiracies that some of them were just downright outlandish- though it didn't stop them from creating a pool so they could place their best bets.

It went from a 'maybe he didn't like being around kids so he was always pissed' from Mina down to the possibility of him being an android that was only programmed with one emotion- which was whatever expression was always permeating his face- from Kaminari.

As the school year flew by faster than they had anticipated, they agreed that they would never be subjected to such a sight and that witnessing a comet was probably less rare than this.

And it was like they had almost literally jinxed it.

The following school day, for the very first time since they all started school, Aizawa was actually the first one in the classroom. They had been accustomed to waiting a few minutes every day because he was always late to class and it just didn't start until he felt like showing up to teach them.

Apparently, every one of them noticed because as they filed into the room and sat at their desks, none of them said a single syllable. The sound of their shoes clicking and tapping against the floors was the only sound. One by one, they quickly and quietly sat down; not a single one had the gall to say anything.

Though he wasn't paying attention since whatever was on his phone was more interesting than the fear that was being instilled in them just because he showed up on time. "Just do whatever. Don't be too loud."

And there it was! Mina nailed the bottom of her shoe into Kaminari's calf the second Aizawa turned his eyes away, "Ow! The heck-" She sternly motioned her head toward the front to witness him ever so subtly turning up a smile and looking at his phone.

Just like a line of dominoes standing perfectly, one gets tipped and it's a constant chain reaction. Kaminari gasps before turning around and shoving Kirishima's face off his desk. Kirishima in turn reaches across to slap the back of his palm onto Sero's bicep. And even though Bakugo says up and down he "didn’t care." Sero swiftly crouches down to stretch over and push his shoulder.

Considering they were absolutely not subtle, the rest of their classmates gazed at the interaction between the group of friends before and they all followed suit. It dawned on a few of them that there were probably better things to do, but this was probably going to be the most interesting thing for them for the rest of the year.

He commented on having to go to Mic's room for something, never tearing his eyes from his phone while stalking into the hall and the room erupted into a fit of noise- some confusion and some just pure excitement.

In the midst of the chaos and flurry of kids standing up from their chairs, Jirou lit up like a cartoon light bulb and swung over Kaminari and Mina's legs to get to the wall to try listening in. She knew it was at least morally gray but there was an itching feeling of needing to know building up in the back of her head like a tub filling with water.

“A lot of them have been giving me weird looks lately. You know what the hell’s going on with them?”

“Who knows Sho! Maybe they found out.” He never looked so smug in his life.

“Yes because I’m so sure they know I’m married, Yamada.”

“Oh my gosh.” In succession, three little words got a room full of jittery and rambunctious students calm into a cluster of whispers before quickly dying out. “He’s married!” She all but whispers. If they weren’t loud before, they sure were now.

A heavy, squiggly exclamation point and mark hung from the ceiling whilst they all clamored over one another to rush back to their seating arrangements before Aizawa could saunter back into the room likely due to the deafening noise of themselves.

They knew; their catlike curiosity had been satiated and in those few short minutes, they defied “curiosity killed the cat.” Because maybe it didn’t always kill the cat, maybe the cat's curiosity had greatly been put at ease, all 20 of them.

It was like watching them in a pressure cooker, one of them was bound to crack; breaking under the closing weight of that sated curiosity, so maybe curiously did in fact kill the cat. The silence was eerie and the tension was rapidly increasing until it was all that filled the air.

Much to their delight, they carried on about their day without any of them spilling their guts or (weirdly) without any questions from Aizawa about their behavior.

Neither he nor his class spoke a word for the duration of the school day and when it was time for them to leave and retreat to the comfort of their rooms, they collectively let out a sigh of relief they were all holding in.

He lets out a dreadful sigh before sluggishly crawling into the bed next to you, "They freakin’ know."

The giggle you let out made him wipe off the grin that littered his face before turning his face toward you. "And why do you think so?"

"I went out in the hallway and Yamada let it slip that I was married. Jirou must've been listening ‘cause they got really loud and I heard a lot of shuffling before I walked back in."

"That could’ve meant anything Sho'."

"Yeah, but they were all silent for the rest of the day. That doesn't just happen, not with them. And some of them were also being weird for like a month until they stopped like two months ago until it started again today."

You lifted the lower half of your body up from the mattress to sit above him and pull his head into your lap to comb his hair back with your fingers. "If it started again today then you were probably smiling at your phone when we were talking."

He scoffed, "I do not smile."

"Oh, you freakin' liar you definitely do. Ask Yamada, he has videos of it."

"You know, sometimes I think I shouldn't have gotten married to you." He’s clearly kidding.

"Oh, you're so overdramatic, Sho'. You'll be fine. What's the worst that could happen?"

"They're gonna bombard me with questions until they get answers."

You gasped dramatically and threw your right hand over your heart, "Oh no! How dare they ask questions about their teacher. Monsters I say!"

“Oh whatever." He rolled over onto his back and hid his face in his arms.

And you swore you could almost see the faintest of grins.

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[crowborn666-writes]

Care

(Depressions kicking my ass so I’m back again with therapy Dadzawa. Dunno why it took me so long to realize there’s MHA Wikis, but they’re a lifesaver.)

Shota Aizawa x Teen!Reader

Genre: Comfort, Fluff, Platonic

Summary: The hole just seems to get deeper and deeper, but your new teacher seems determined to pull you back out.

CW/TW: mentions of bad past, reader feeling guilty about eating, mentions/descriptions of anxiety, Mineta (he doesn’t do anything, he just exists 🙄)

Other info: reader has a established quirk(one I see myself having tbh, I call it Shadow Morph), possibly poorly written sparring scenes

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“You haven’t eaten.”

“Not hungry.”

“You haven’t eaten since we brought you here.” He pressed, voice and actions gentle as he scooted the plate a few inches closer to you. A part of him wanted to cross his arms, but he knew that wouldn’t go over well with you, so he kept them loose and resting across his knees.

“…Not hungry.” You spoke again, albeit a bit more hesitant this time, your eyes flitting across the light meal that was set in front of you.

Shota could only let out a worried, exasperated sigh. The police were good at their job sure, but with you they had their suspicions pointed in the completely wrong direction.

Simply, you’d been caught in the wrong place at the wrong time. Where you were trying to avoid the villains in the area, the ones who were on the scene thought you were with them.

It took Shota a long time to get them off your back, even longer to convince them to let you go with him.

You had recently graduated middle school, and in one of your less pressuring conversations with him, had told him how you applied to a hero school and was denied. How your parents weren’t exactly the best. How you felt you didn’t fit in with anyone, and the few friends you did have left you once school was done.

Basically, you were stuck on where to go, practically in a pit made of loneliness and unknown directions.

He thought back to those conversations, wondering just how deep this hole you’re in went. Clearly, it was worrying, if you were seeming guilty about eating.

“…You said you wanted to be a hero?” He piped up quietly, watching your fingers begin to inch towards the plate.

He didn’t press further on the subject of food, knowing even a few millimeters of movement towards it was still progress.

“Yeah… even if it’s a support or underground hero. Wanna help people.” You mumbled, tentatively picking up one of the banana slices and taking a small nibble.

The small bit of relief took some of the tension out of Shota’s aching shoulders.

“What would you say to joining one of my students’ classes? You can show off your abilities there.”

“Don’t you have an extra student to train already though…?”

“I do,” Shota’s smile at seeing you finally eat a bit more stayed hidden behind his scarf, but it definitely met his eyes, “but his progress is going smoothly enough to where I don’t have to always watch him during his training, and if your abilities are good enough you can train with each other and grow even more.”

You nodded quietly, eyeing the buttered toast that had been made for you with a bit of hesitance, wondering if you’d be able to stomach it.

Shota then stood from the table, movements careful as to not startle you.

“Eat what you can, I won’t push any more today. In the meantime I’ll fix up the couch for you.”

“Thank you.” Your quiet call following out of the kitchen, your fingers picking up the slice of toast you’d been eyeing.

Your night was fitful, to say the least. The unfamiliar environment and uncomfortable couch made it hard to fall asleep and stay asleep. You sworn in your half-asleep haze at least two times Shota had wandered over to glance over the back of the couch to check on you, one time even adjusting your blanket that had gotten tangled in your tossing and turning.

Somehow, though, you’d managed to fall asleep for more than twenty minutes. You awoke later to the sound of Shota in the kitchen, the sound of a coffee maker reaching your ears. Rolling over, you glared at the clock on the coffee table, reading 6:20 in the morning.

Figuring trying to fall back asleep would be fruitless, you sat up, rubbing at your tired eyes as you stood to wander into the kitchen.

“Morning.” Shota spoke as he turned to you, placing a granola bar on the counter for you before he turned to grab a mug from the cabinet.

“Good mornin’.” You yawned, not thinking twice as you grabbed the granola bar off the counter. Next thing you knew, Shota had a glass of water next to you, turning to pour his cup of coffee.

Your anxiety had crawled up to your neck as you and Shota walked towards a building called Gym Gamma. Shota explained that students often trained there with Ectoplasm and Cementoss, since the Pro Heroes could create concrete structures and fake Ectoplasm’s for them to practice against.

You were dreading the possibility of a grand entrance as Shota opened the gym doors. You trailed behind him, and despite him not making any sort of announcement to get his students’ attention, all eyes naturally fell to him.

Oh god, were you pale? Were you sweating bullets or is it just hot in the gym? You had to be sweating bullets and pale as a sheet. Your entire body was tense and—

“Alright class, I need your attention for a few.”

You already have their attention!

You watched with trembling hands and a gaze that soon locked onto a very specific pebble that had been dragged in as the class of about twenty students all gathered around, their attention wavering between their teacher and you.

“This is (Y/n). They’re going to join today’s class to show off their abilities, to see if they’re good enough to join the hero course.”

A rough voice called out, your gaze flickering up to spot a blond with a rather annoyed look on his face. “Does this school really have time for this stranger?”

Before your thoughts could drag you further into your metaphorical pit, Shota spoke up almost instantly.

“As heroes we should not only save people from disasters, but we should try to help them in low points of their lives. If they aren’t cut for the hero course, we will find something else for them to strive to achieve.”

No one else heard it, but from your right you could’ve sworn you heard Ectoplasm mumble something about Aizawa being a softie.

One by one, you were introduced to the class, all except for a very short, purple haired boy. But you didn’t say anything, figuring there was a reason given Sero immediately slapped some tape over his mouth just as he opened it.

One student rose her hand, Tsuyu, if you recalled correctly. “May I ask about your quirk?”

“Oh good call, Tsu!” Denki piped up, “I wanna know too!”

From Shota’s gentle prompting, along with the kind gazes of Izuku, Ochako and a few others, you began to explain your quirk to them.

Without your quirk, you’d be too slow, too weak to be much of use. But with how you’ve developed your quirk, you were able to push and pull yourself and others to your advantage.

You could create shadowy tendrils from your back or limbs, able to pull and push yourself as needed, able to wrap others up to restrain or throw them. With enough focus and energy, you could even slip through shadows, adding to your dexterity.

Your voice would waver, going in and out with volume, your mind hissing with all the words people told you about your quirk.

Not very heroic.

Scary or worrisome.

Too dark.

You didn’t say those thoughts out loud, of course, but they were instantly swept away when Izuku started rambling.

“That’s so cool! Are you able to morph your entire body into shadow or just parts of it? Can you move only through shadow that way or can you move anywhere? Is it like Tokoyami’s quirk where light—“

“Midoriya.” Shota cut him off, the green-haired boy giving a sheepish smile as a few others sighed in unison.

“Sorry, Mr. Aizawa.”

You figured this was a daily occurrence.

It wasn’t long after that the training resumed, the students easily falling back into their routine. Shota had you go up against one of Ectoplasm’s copies, just for you to warm up and get used to using your quirk in a fighting style rather than an aid like at home.

You were too focused on blocking or dodging attacks to really notice a few students glancing your way, not even Shota’s, who no doubt had his gaze moreso on you than anyone else.

After your warmup, you turned as Shota called out. “Asui. I’d like you to pair up with (Y/n).”

Nervousness rising, you watched as Tsuyu hopped down from the cement towers, right down next to you.

“(Y/n), Asui’s here is fairly quick with her movements, I want you to try your hand at capture. Asui, I want you to do your best at dodging and blocking (Y/n)’s attacks.”

“Got it, Mr. Aizawa!” She replied, turning to you with a smile and a soft ribbit, “Good luck to you!”

“G-Good luck to you too!” You stammered, getting into stance as she hopped a distance away from you.

“Go.”

Shota wasn’t lying when he said Tsuyu was fast, it was like she was made of water almost, or as slippery as a frog. Just when you thought you had her in a grip, she found some way to wriggle out of it or dodge at the last minute.

You had a thought then, wondering if you could fake her out somehow. You sent your shadows towards her, like you had been doing, and right before she jumped you opened them like a cage that surrounded her from all sides.

You knew she could probably slip through, but this was your best bet right now.

She aimed to jump upwards, between two shadows above her head, and thinking fast you clamped down like a venus fly trap.

A startled “ribbit!” left her as you held her upside down, arms trapped to her sides.

After your surprisingly successful capture of Tsuyu, Shota had you up against Sero next.

“You said you were able to push and pull yourself, right?” He called up to you, looking a bit small from atop the cement tower you were on. “I want you to do just that, and either evade or fight back against Sero, who’s job for this mock fight is to capture you.”

You glanced around, finding yourselves on the higher cement towers, everyone else either still training or watching from below.

At Shota’s call, Sero immediately dove into action, shooting tape to try and ensnare you. You were quick to jump away, backing out of his reach, your shadows helping you cling to your surroundings.

Now it was your turn to be quick on your feet, thoughts running a mile a minute as you had to both evade Sero and keep track of where you were going.

Suddenly he was in front of you, and in two quick tugs, your shadows pulled you behind him. He recovered faster than you expected him to, finding yourself suddenly wrapped up in tape and dangling.

“Not bad.” Shota spoke, watching as Sero carefully lowered you to the ground. “Even though Sero has a lot of practice in capture, you evaded him longer than I expected.”

You took the praise with red cheeks, a little embarrassed by it all.

A few other students wanted to train with you after that, especially Midoriya, but unfortunately you needed to rest, and so spent the rest of the class period watching them all.

“You did good today.” Shota spoke up as you walked back to your temporary housing with him.

“You mean it…?”

“I mean it.” He glanced back at you and caught your gaze for a short moment, just long enough to emphasize his point before turning away. “A lot of my students wanted you to come back and join them in the second year. If you’re up for it, you can join the hero course with Shinsou.”

You found yourself smiling. “Guess I got a lot of training to do now, huh?”

Shota was smiling as well, even if you couldn’t see it. “That, and you got a lot of people who care about you now as well.”

[im-notbean]

Dating Aizawa Headcannons

Requested by: ☆M E☆

Fandom: My hero academia!

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・Aizawa definitely has a shit ton of money, but he doesn't flaunt it.

・So he likes to spoil you...a lot...it's becoming a problem.

・Aizawa loves cats, so he has a ton of them!

・His cat's names are butterscotch and biscuit,

・Butterscotch is a calico cat, male.

・Biscuit is a black cat, also male.

・Aizawa can't really cook, he can, but not well

・Take-out is a regular meal for him

・So please, cook for this man. He deserves it

・Aizawa may not seem like it, but he loves it when you play with his hair

・Also when you trace his abbs...he goes fucking fearal.

・Aizawa is a sucker for puppy dog eye's, give him one of those and he'll be your good boy for the rest of the day

・Aizawa never sleeps, we all know that, but force him to sleep in a low dominant voice...he will

・Aizawa's favorite names for you are: Darling, Sweetheart, Baby, Babe, and Cutie

・Aizawa when he comes home from UA wants nothing more to take a nap, eat, and ask you about your day

・You definitely have snuck into UA in the sleeping bag, you both probably were sleeping the whole clas

・Sing. This. Man. To. Sleep. Even if you sound like a dying chihuahua he doesn't care, he's probably heard worse from hies students

・If you're a pro hero, he definitely "forces" you to come to his class one day

・Aka when he tells his class that you two are dating, that was certainly a fun day

・Aizawa sleep talks. He does, and it's very funny to you

・Aizawa swear a ton.

・Like when he stubbs his toe, he doesn't do the simple "fuck-"

・It's more of "God fucking- shit- damn it-"

・Remember when I said Aizawa has a shit ton of money?

・Aizawa probably has a sports car and takes you on a ton of star gazeing dates.

・Aizawa Shota. He gets jealous so god danm easily.

・Talking with Mic? Aizawa has hia arm around you.

・Miss Joke trying to joke with you? Aizawa is glaring at her the entire time.

・Aizawa isn't exactly a people person, if you are he's definitely cuddled into your side the entire time.

・And if your not? Then when you two are forced to have interaction you guy's wont talk until someone else does first

・Aizawa is either a chest or thigh guy

・Aizawa think you can handle your own but if you get hurt seriously then he babies you for your recovery period.

・Aizawa rarely answers his phone, you need to call him like 7 times before he picks up the phone

・But when you don't answer him? He gets so scared that your hurt or don't love him anymore

・Did we mention that he needs to be told you love him, just to be sure your not thinking of leaving him

・Still he's a sweetheart and a pretty good boyfriend~

・10/10 would recommend!

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[qtipcottonbuds]

𝙆𝙄𝙉𝙆𝙏𝙊𝘽𝙀𝙍 '𝗢𝟭 ; 𝙒𝙄𝙏𝙃 𝘼𝙄𝙕𝘼𝙒𝘼 [SOMNOPHILIA + BODYWORSHIP]

a request by @idiotobservator - and the first entry in this year's kinktober event >:D i’m a little rusty sorry >:((

warnings ;; somnophilia, hints of body worship, dom/sub dynamics, mild language, werewolf!aizawa, scent marking, primal elements as well as hints to CNC, this is just a scene, please remember that, thank you <3 etc

by qtipcottonbuds 2022. do not repost.

𝗔𝗜𝗭𝗔𝗪𝗔 𝗫 𝗚𝗡!𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗥;

He’s still drunk in the haze of sleep, eyes half-lidded. 

Sleep refuses to take him and he contemplates switching the fan on momentarily, uncomfortable with the building heat inside of him - the beginnings of a rut in his veins. Even with each subtle turn from left to right under the covers trying to find a comfortable position, his body heats up at the mildest of things, sweat coating his skin in a light sheen. Scratching lightly at his stubble, Shouta pulls himself closer into you, sliding his hands to rest around your waist, and nosing into the crook of your neck. He could hold out a little longer, is what he mentally reiterates; ignoring the way his cock sits heavily between his thighs, his glans pressing up against the skin and smearing thick pre, and the growing urge to pop a fat knot just from your scent. 

You’d both made an agreement prior to this (specifically a month in preparation), that he could do what he wished whilst you were dead to the world - and he’d albeit, reluctantly agreed - the thought was hot, but, he couldn’t ignore the nagging guilt at the thought of doing so. You were asleep. Asleep, helpless, and unaware  of what he truly wanted to do to you. He was beyond that of a human, and instinctive, primal-like urges came to him more easily than the normal human being. Shouta was afraid of losing control.

How could he not? He wasn’t the most vocal of individuals when it came to admiration and affections, yet, any slight sliver of skin that might’ve been on show, maybe with the raise of a simple t-shirt and a stretch in the morning, left him hungry. Needy. 

Shifting once again, Shouta bites down on his bottom lip stifling the grunts rumbling out of his throat. In doing so, he tongues against his aching gums, itching to latch onto something, anything - circling across the front of his canines and molars. He could at least offer himself some comfort, right? You had agreed.

“Fucking hell…” His voice still raspy from sleep.

Tightening his hold around your hips, he silently gives in momentarily, opting for subtle, gentle rolls of his hips from behind, seeking out some form of friction. Nothing too drastic, too desperate to the point where it would disturb you, still in the throes of a deep sleep. He wasn’t some dog, mindlessly rutting up against you.

(But, the telltale words of ‘liar,’ at the back of his mind echo, ‘nothing more, and nothing less’).

Shouta, however, was struggling to focus on anything else; struggling to maintain composure with each thrust into your underwear, leaving trails of sticky pre across the now dampening fabric. Everything was overwhelmingly heightened, the edges of his line of sight hazing over with black. The friction between his fat cockhead, swollen and drooling, against the material of your underwear was wonderful. Perfect. Stretching and scratching alongside the miserably heated flesh, eager for more.

(More, and more and more-)

You jerk forwards suddenly, and he pauses immediately, waiting for anything; only for you to let out a string of incoherent mumbles, with a few noticeable words, mainly being his name. Shit. You settle back into place gradually, shifting your ankles and interlocking them underneath the covers, brushing against his own.

He continues once again, sliding a sweaty palm in-between his own thighs, an attempt to soothe the ache at the base of his cock, sore and reddened - the familiar signs of a knot beginning to form. The same irritation intensifies across his gums, and the repetitive soothing of his tongue against his teeth doesn’t work any longer, if anything, reminding of the lingering need to give in. 

To let go.

Shouta is all the more aware of how much louder his grunts are becoming, moreso noticeable to the contrasting silence of the room, still in the early hours of the morning; but he needs, he wants and wants and wants-

The rolls of his hips increasingly become harsher, as does his grip on your waist, drawing himself closer and closer towards you, rutting helplessly, snarling into your shoulder blades. His pre-cum continues to leak in a heavy stream, beading slowly down the side of his cock and pooling between the crevices of his fingers with each jerk of the hand.

His ears were filled with nothing but the recognisable drone of white noise, oblivious to the confused whines, overwhelmed by the static, and instead replaced by the thrum of his own pulse - obsessed with the thought of marking you with his scent.

You had agreed, right?

[stresspizza]

Aizawa x reader

You hate him, but he comes to seek your comfort.

You hate him.

You hate his scratchy-looking stubble, his long-unkept hair that covers his stupid eyes. You hate the cold impression he left on you when he turned his back and said:

"You're not fit to teach the younger generation of heroes."

But here you were, the door to your apartment open. Your mouth gaped as you saw a freshly discharged Aizawa standing at your door. And eye patch on his face, one of his legs now half-prosthetic. Him looking a little slimmer than usual.

"Long time no see, y/n."

You close your mouth, and sigh, "what do you want? What are you doing here?" You shift your weight to one hip and lean on your door. Not too long ago you were sitting at your desk sending emails to the Department of Support. Trying to distribute funds and resources to further your students' education and success.

Aizawa opens to say something, then closes his mouth when nothing comes.

Something was off about him the moment you owned your door. He was more exhausted looking, more drained than his usual sleeping bag-self.

"Well, since you came all the way here to bother me, " you step out of his way and welcome him into your apartment, "take a seat. We can talk over tea or something."

Aizawa slowly trudges inside, careful to remove his shoe as you close the door behind him. He takes note of the comfortable feel of your space. The warm sunset just barely creeping into the open blinds, the empty dishes laying in the sink, the All- Might themed throw blanket thrown across your couch.

"I've been up the past few weeks organizing everything," you walk past him, leading him into the kitchen as you turn on the kettle, "the battle - this war isn't exactly what we predicted. It gives a whole new perspective on heroism, on villainism, quirks in general."

You pull out two mugs from your cupboard and set them on the counter with a small clink, "I've been up thinking about how we could do things better for the younger generation. About how it's our responsibility to give them the resources to build themselves, and put themselves on the right path."

Aizawa leans himself on the counter as you spoke. Wanting to listen intently, but his own thoughts clouded his mind. Your back is turned to him, but the outline of your shoulders, your waist, your whole being was comforting to see after so long. So comforting, that it ached him. That it made behind his eyes burn with yearn.

You tore open two tea bags and place them into the mugs as the kettle slowly streamed steam into the air, "I want to do more for them, Aizawa. Not just for potential heroes, but everyone."

You grab the kettle and pour hot water into the mugs, watching the clear liquid turn an auburn green. Putting the kettle back onto its alter, you pause. He hasn't spoken a word back to you, nothing positive, nothing negative, nothing neutral.

You finally turn to him, resting your hips on the counter and crossing your arms, "But you're not here to hear any of that, are you?"

He stares at you with his soft, exhausted expression. Not so covered by his hair being tied back, the stubble was still there though.

You extend your arms out to him, welcoming him into a warm embrace, "Come here, Shouta." You say tenderly.

Much to his surprise, he practically launches himself into your arms. The burn in his eyes threatening to spill as your shoulder cradles into his nose. He holds you tightly, almost afraid you will disappear too if he didn't.

"Shouta," you whisper, stroking his hair, "it's okay, you're doing enough."

Aizawa bites his lip as his tears spill onto his cheeks, then eventually onto your shoulder. He takes a deep breath to keep himself from losing his composure.

You stay in this position for a while, you stroking his hair, his stubble making your shoulder itch ever so slightly, him relaxing his grip on you gradually.

He finally releases you from his grasp and stands upright for his slouchy self. His black eye was red from crying, his eyes actually moist for once.

You reach to wipe the damp stream of tears under his eye. Your hand was cold compared to his warm face. Though the shape of your fingers and palm fit perfectly against his features.

"Y/n..." he manages to mumble out. Aizawa holds your hand against his face with his own hand. Closes his eye as he absorbs this temporary intimacy he hasn't allowed himself to have in a long while.

"It's going to be okay," you whisper again.

[zen-the-dumb]

Aizawa hurt/comfort oneshot

“Where do you want us to go from here?”

Gn!reader

Playlist I made to go with it: 1-14: suffering alone 15-29: explaining the why’s 30-44: comfort and help with recovery

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(TW!: for self-harm, self destructive tendencies, and implied suicidal thoughts. If any of these topics make you uncomfortable or trigger you, please DNI. Instructions on how to find resources will be in the comments. You are not alone and are worthy of help.)

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(Reader is a pro hero for this oneshot)

You had been struggling with your mental health for so long. You had never reached out for the fear that you would seem insane, or selfish.

You felt like other people deserved help, but you didn’t. That you weren’t ‘sick enough’ to be taken seriously. You progressively got worse as your depression sunk to deeper and deeper levels.

Eventually, you resorted to harming yourself to ease your mental pain, with physical pain. No one around you knew. Your hero costume had long sleeves, and long pants. You didn’t want anyone to find out. You didn’t want to be stopped. You wanted to get sicker. You wanted to keep cutting deeper and deeper until one day you’d cut too deep. That’s what you wanted.

Of course you would never say those thoughts out loud. After all, what would anyone think of a self destructive hero? How would anyone be able to trust a hero who couldn’t even control their own thoughts of destroying themselves from the inside out to control a situation where others were in danger?

You were dreading having to go out on patrol today. You wished you could just go to sleep and not have to wake up again. Your only relief was that you were not going to be on patrol alone. Shota was coming with you.

As you got into your hero costume, you realized it was a bit loose. You had been neglecting your health and were loosing weight due to not eating. You shrugged and put it the rest of the way on.

You made your way out of your apartment building and began walking towards where Aizawa had told you to meet him.

Once you turned the corner, you saw Aizawa leaning against a light post. He looked over at you as you walked over.

“You ready?” He asked nonchalantly, looking you up and down for a moment. You nodded.

You two began the patrol around the city, carefully watching for any criminals or villains.

The first half of the nearly five hour patrol went off without a hitch. There were only a few instances of pickpocketing and a mugging that the two of you had to take care off.

Near the 3 hour mark of your patrol, Shota noticed something. He caught a glimpse of a cut/bite bruise on your wrist before you had noticed and tugged your sleeve down again. He was a bit caught off guard at first.

He wanted to ask you about it immediately, but decided to wait if he could get another glimpse to confirm.

Shota continued looking to your wrists whenever you were distracted and eventually, he got the confirmatory glance he needed. About 15 minutes from the end of the patrol, your sleeve slipped down again. He caught a look at two cuts on the inner side of your wrist. Unmistakable for anything besides cuts from a razor blade.

He kept his composure, not wanting to confront you while you were both on shift.

Aizawa waited the 15 minutes, his nerves about what he had seen festering inside of him like an infected wound.

Once the alarm on his watch went off for end of shift, he almost immediately asked you about it.

“Y/N. I need to ask you something.” he began, crossing his arms in front of him.

“Yeah?” you questioned, signaling for him to ask whatever he needed to ask. You tilted your head to the side a bit as he began.

“Are you okay?” Aizawa asked this first question blunt and stern.

“What?” you queried.

“Just answer the question.” Shota directed.

“Yes, i am” you answered. You knew it was a lie, you really did, but somewhere deep down you wished it was true.

“Really? Because the marks on your wrist told me a different story.”

Your eyes widened just a bit as you desperately tried to keep your composure. You were scared. He had seen them. He knew. The one thing you didn’t want was for anyone to know!

You were panicking, but you managed to object. “What marks? What are you talking about?”

“You don’t have to lie to me. All I want to know is why. Why did you harm yourself?” he was clearly trying to sound comforting. You stayed silent. You wouldn’t be able to lie your way out of this one, would you? You looked down at your feet, avoiding eye contact, not wanting to look at someone for the fear you’d see an emotion that you didn’t want to see.

“Can you please explain? I need to know so that I can try to help you.”

This shocked you when you heard it. He didn’t want to scold you? Why wasn’t he yelling and calling you a selfish human being?

He wanted to help you? This was incredibly hard for you to fathom why he would ever want to help someone as miserable and selfish as you? The truth was, you were neither of those things, in Aizawa’s eyes and not. To him, you were a perfect and amazing person that he enjoyed spending time with. That’s why he wanted to know why you had purposefully harmed yourself. Because he couldn’t fathom why someone as beautiful/handsome and amazing as you would ever want to hurt themself.

However, you didn’t see what he saw, that was clear. You didn’t see yourself as beautiful or handsome, as amazing, as someone that anyone would like being around. You didn’t see why anyone would ever find it pleasurable and comforting to be around you.

“I’m… sorry.” Was all you could stammer out as your eyes became teary.

Aizawa was confused as you said this.

“Why are you apologizing?” he asked you, looking at you with a stern expression.

“Because I did something so selfish… I hurt myself when I have no reason to do anything so stupid.” your voice cracked as you said this.

“Selfish? That’s really what you think, isn’t it? I assumed as much, otherwise you probably would have reached out for help by now.”

You finally looked up at Aizawa. You were desperately confused as a few tears escaped from your eyes. Was he mocking you or was he serious.

“Tell me why. People don’t just do stuff like this unprompted, at least not most of the time.” he commanded sternly. You finally explained the entire thing. Each and every reason. Every. Single. One.

Aizawa stayed quiet and patiently listened to you vent out everything. Once you finished, he was deep in thought. He looked into your eyes.

“Where do you want us to go from here?” Shouta asked you, looking at you with a questioning glance. “Do you want help getting in contact with a psychiatrist? A therapist? Or do would you rather I help you instead?”

“I- i’d prefer not having to go to a hospital or anything like that. I really don’t want to have to be in the spotlight or have people not trust me as a hero anymore because of something like that…” you explained. You looked back at your shoes, shame filling your face once more.

“Alright, then we can go about this with the latter option.”

You nodded slightly in agreement. “Thank you..” you said quietly, tears starting to spill down your cheeks.

He held out his arms, waiting to see if would except his offer for a hug. You stepped into his embrace and he wrapped his arms around you and put his head on top of yours. He rubbed the side of your arm as you continued to cry. He didn’t shush your cries, you just held you, letting you cry out your emotions.

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I really enjoyed writing this one. I’m going to start making playlists for some of my headcannons and oneshots because its fun and gives me something to listen to while I'm writing. Also gives you guys playlists to listen to while reading my bullshit if you want.

*_Requests are open, check my blog description for more details._*

**1,342 words**

Edit: To everyone who liked, you are loved and appreciated, i’m sorry if you’re going through something. If you need, please seek help if you can <3

—Zen

[br-kker]

So You Won't Be Alone - S. "Eraserhead" Aizawa

Pairing: Shouta "Eraserhead" Aizawa X Reader (platonic/familial, gender-neutral).

Media: My Hero Academia

Content and/or Warnings: Panic attack, possible implications that the reader (gender neutral) has an anxiety/panic disorder, crying, language, stress, student and Aizawa hug (PLATONICALLY), Dadzawa, possibly OOC Aizawa.

(A/N: I want to mention that I am in no way a psychologist, nor am I an expert on this subject. I am merely speaking from my own experiences from my own anxiety. Did I mention this is completely platonic? It is merely a teacher helping a student come down from a panic attack. Don't interpret this as anything more than a platonic/family relationship. Thank you!)

It came so abruptly. It came with a cause, but no warning.

And, of course, it had to happen in the middle of fucking class. Let's pray to whoever that nobody notices.

If (Y/N) didn't want that, they shouldn't have gotten placed into Class 1-A.

They sat in the desk at the back, right by Mineta and Yaoyorozu. Everyone was off talking to whomever before class started. Except for (Y/N), who was trying to steady their mind by drumming their fingers on the desk.

(Y/N) knew that they were feeling off that day. In fact, they've known ever since they came to UA High. Being in Japan's top Hero school naturally comes with stress, but some people know how to manage it better.

(Y/N) was unfortunately not one of those people. The stress got to their head now more than ever, as they looked around frantically telling their mind to knock it off.

Mr. Aizawa walked into the class, "Alright, sit down. You've had your fun." he grumbled as the students rushed back to their desks.

'Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit!' (Y/N)'s mind screamed at them. Aizawa gathered a stack of papers and dropped the bottom of them on the desk. He did this a few more times to ensure the stack of graded assignments are perfectly aligned with each other.

'I'm toast!' They looked at their fellow classmates; some were a bit nervous, while most others were completely fine.

"When I say your name, come and get your test." He said, completely stone-faced. He looked at the students, keeping a close eye on (Y/N)'s figure.

"Sato. C-

Asui. B.

Kirishima. D.

Iida. A+

Kaminari..." Aizawa sighed, not needing to say the letter as Kaminari did the Walk of Shame up to his sensei.

"(L/N). See me in the hallway." (Y/N)'s eyes went wide as they got up and trembled their way into the hallway, meeting a cross-armed Aizawa.

Aizawa was studying (Y/N) throughout the class period, and he concluded very easily that they were screaming the signs of a panic attack. Their trembling figure and increased breathing is a dead giveaway that his student is currently fighting a battle in their mind.

And he'll be damned if he lets his student fight this battle alone.

Standing on adjacent sides of the hallway, (Y/N) was the one to speak up. "H-How b-bad?" They barely managed to say through their stuttering, cracking voice.

"That's not why I brought you out here. Is there anything troubling you want to talk about?" He asked, not necessarily asking what's happening at home, but of the conflict in their mind.

They frantically shook their head as tears ran down their reddened face, as if to tell the tears to stay in. Now hyperventilating, they slid down the wall and brought their knees tightly to their chest.

Aizawa crouched down to their level and placed his hand on their shoulder. Immediately, (Y/N) wrapped their arms around his neck and sobbed into the black abyss of his Hero outfit, holding on for dear life.

He wrapped his arms gently around their back and rubbed their back, much like a parent would for their kid.

"Hey, hey. I'm not going anywhere, but you need to settle down." He spoke in a comforting tone, much different than his stern voice. Aizawa looked at the clock and saw that class was going to end soon.

'Damn, why couldn't time stop for (L/N)?' He thought.

"Let's work on your breathing, ok? Repeat what I do. Inhale, 1-2-3. Hold it, 1-2-3. Exhale, 1-2-3. Good job." He still praised them, despite their breaths being very shaky.

"Let's redo those steps again." He repeated the breathing, with (Y/N) following along to the best of their abilities. After a few minutes of the breathing routine, (Y/N)'s breathing was still sporadic, but stable for the most part.

"Do you want to talk about what's on your mind?" They looked up, their eyes still glassy and their face red. They shook their head and wiped their nose on the sleeve of their school jacket while sniffling. He nodded, completely understanding. There's no doubt that there's snot on my clothes, Aizawa concluded.

"(Y/N), let me know when these things happen. I'll be here to help you." He said, pulling them in for another hug.

"I'll be damned if I let you fight this battle alone."

(A/N: Shoutout to my biology teacher for being the most awesomest fucking guy and letting me cry my eyes out in the biology lab. Yeah, this came to me after yesterday, when my first real friend in years graduated high school and that got me, y'all. I needed to write something, and I'm very pleased with how this turned out! The title comes from one of my favorite songs: "Indifference" by Pearl Jam. Such a gut punch, but it's fucking awesome. As I'm writing this, there is 140 updoots on my other Aizawa oneshot?! You guys are madlads, thank you so much!! I hope this brings some comfort to you guys, because who doesn't love Dadzawa?

Signing off for now,

-Libby)

[zorosbeau33]

Morning Routine~ Shota Aizawa Headcanon

❖ BNHA/MHA, Aizawa x Gender Neutral reader

❖ Headcanon, maybe a series someday?, Fluff

❖ Tw: None

❖ wc: 600

❖ @kimnamshiks @d0uble0hd0nut ❖ Masterlist ❖

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I had to do this idea for my hubby Aizawa he truly deserves a vacation and free supply of high quality eye drops~

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A quaint and homey apartment is all he needs. Nothing big or fancy like Best Jeanist or Vampire homeroom teacher

The aesthetic of the apartment is very clear, upon moving in he (pushed by Mic) had you redesign the place how you like. Leaving only his necessities and some cute cat aesthetic things unchanged

So waking up would depend upon your schedules, if neither of you have work expect morning to be more like 11 am wake up time. With small bouts of him waking up to cuddle in or press kisses to your face or shoulder, five oclock stubble tickling your skin

Or to move your cats so he can cuddle all of you better 

These days you will have to be the one to get up first, start the usual cup of black coffee for him and he will groan and get up to come find it and you

Softly touching your hips in a silent thanks as he moves to get his favorite mug from when Eri was little

If its a weekend with Eri staying with you all, he will grudgingly get up first so he can make his loved ones a simple but delicious breakfast.

He likes to share the joy with Eri of the toaster leaving a toasted cat face on the slices after you bought it jokingly for him

Its one of the rare times he takes you out somewhere noisy because he knows she will enjoy the time at the parks, water slides, fair, music festival, etc, especially with both her pseudo parents with her

The morning is filled with coffee, getting dressed and a leisurely drive as he takes you wherever he has planned for you all

If you do have work he is getting up first, making an entire pot of coffee for himself plus one cup for you in a hideous cat mug he picked out for you trying to be sweet

Once you join him in the land of the grudgingly conscious, expect grunts and him to lean on you as you get ready or eat beside him. Hes savoring your warm presence for a little bit longer

Will threaten to call out and spend the day in bed or on the couch with you and the cats

Would never actually though, even sick he will leave in the morning grumbling but happy he woke up to your face beside him

Likes to share the bathroom, helping you get ready by handing you things as he pretends to look busy or just drinks his coffee eyes half open

Adores the times you brush and style his hair, he falls back asleep standing or sitting

Asks you every time to help him pick out an outfit, yes all his uniforms are the same but he wants you to be the one to pick them out. Sitting on the bed watching you with halflidded gaze

This all ends when he packs you both into his car and drives you to your favorite place to grab breakfast on the fly, then to you job, and waits for his kiss goodbye. He doesn't ask just leans in and gazes lovingly and soft until you kiss him. If he is feeling stressed or worried, heres where you can tell the most as he kisses you back a bit more thoroughly than usual

Its small but it is how he reassures himself the day will go well

Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays he goes for a morning run/training bout (often with Hitoshi these days). Then showers and gets to work ending his morning routine

[keepingupwithkarasuno]

Requested by: anon

Dude this is the fastest I’ve ever completed a req like I busted out laughing the second I read it so I hope you enjoy it 😭

I didn’t know how to end it I’m so sorry it’s a lame ending 😭😭

[veethewriter]

Could you make small Fics for UA teachers (or u could choose on) and write about them noticing that you don’t eat enough food or just a comfort fic

I only did mic and aizawa for this but if you want more just send another request.

Aizawa usually stays in his classroom during lunch time, so it'll probably take a while for him to notice. He'll probably start to notice once your strength starts to go down. He'll pay attention to you more and try to figure out what is causing it. Once he sees it's because of the fact you're not eating much, he'll start bringing you meals at lunch time, he probably won't hand make them but he'll get them from lunch rush.

Getting up from his desk, he grabbed the two lunches he had gotten earlier in the day before heading to the employee lounge. He looked around before spotting you, setting the second lunch in front of you. He watched as you looked up at him in surprise from doing the paperwork you had on the table.

"You need to eat something, it's not good for you to be skipping meals, please....", He looks at you with worry in his eyes as he pushes the food towards you.

Sighing you softly take the food and start eating, while aizawa sits in front of you, starting to eat with you. You know after all that he is just looking out for you....

Present mic is probably the one to notice the quickest, especially since he is in the teachers lounge often. He'll probably watch you do it for a couple of days before even asking you about it. After asking, if he still sees you're not eating, he'll start bringing you food. When he does bring you food however, it's takeout from your favorite restaurants.

Humming loudly to himself as he heads to the teachers lounge. Mic is hoping you're there that way, he can give you the food. He had got some this morning on his way into UA because he had figured you skipped breakfast again. Once he found you he sat next to you, putting down the food in front of you.

"Y/N, I brought you some food from (f/r)! They had some new stuff too, so I got that in case you wanna try it!)". He smiled at you, hoping you would go ahead and eat.

You smiled back softly, before deciding "alright but only if you try some of it with me".

Of course he agreed happily, as long as you ate...

[zawadni]

PRINCE AIZAWA SHOUTA WAS NEVER KNOWN TO BE SOMEONE THAT FOLLOWED THE RULES. he threw big parties that everyone who attended would remember for the next fortnight. which was quite ironic considering he never liked being around people much more than he had to so he was never really at them.

he snuck out like it was second nature. he went wherever he wanted, whenever he wanted. he never listened to anything anyone said and seemingly made it his mission to go out of his way to break the rules.

the nightly guards learned to turn away in the other direction should they ever notice him slinking out of his window and grappling down the (somehow) sturdy pipeline leading down the building.

it was a warm night, sometime after midnight after his parents were in bed, he landed on his feet for the 10th time. or maybe the hundredth, who knew.

all the nights begin to blur together once you do it night after night.

the moon was looming over the garden, giving light to the flowers and grass while he ventured his merry way through the mini hedge maze. (why is it that every castle in every kingdom had a stupid hedge maze?)

he remembers the first time he did this like the back of his hand. it took him 20 minutes to get to the circle in the middle to find you, sitting on the stone bench. you forced him to memorize the maze during the day so you wouldn't be kept waiting again. (he makes everyone else wait on him but he sure wouldn't be keeping you waiting.)

aizawa shouta never listens to anyone. but the very next day with the sun rising high and bright above the castle’s garden, he walked in and around that maze dozens of times until it was ingrained in his mind.

no one around him ever dared to speak it aloud, but he started to change little by little. he grew more social, he grew slightly nicer than average, and he was a lot more patient than before. the family pondered and suspected it might be because he has someone special in his life.

of course the prince vehemently denied all accusations but they were right. he had you. and if only he could be loud and proud about you to everyone that could hear. if only there wasn’t a need to be together in such secrecy. but there was.

you were a knight employed by the king and queen, his parents. and if anyone were to discover your tryst, you would be fired and very possibly exiled from the kingdom never to be seen as such relations were absolutely forbidden.

well, it wouldn’t be for long anyways.

he will turn 21 years in 6 months' time. and when he does, he will be knighted by his father as the king. and he couldn’t wait for the day he could finally reveal you to everyone in the city. they’d whisper and stare and gossip, but he wouldn't care- because it wouldn’t matter. he’d be king and there would be no one to put an end to it.

it was almost like he was looking forward to finally being able to tell everyone more than being a literal king.

but he'd never tell you that.

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[crowborn666-writes]

Hello! May I request for a platonic one shot of aizawa comforting his insecure plus size student? I have always wondered on how he would handle it in the most dadzawa way. I just really wanted some comfort cause I am also plus sized person myself. That is all, thank you very much!

Size Doesn’t Matter

(Hi yes this has been in my inbox for forever. I apologize. I dunno how good this’ll be, I feel rusty.)

Aizawa x Student!Reader

Genre: platonic, fluff

Summary: You find yourself insecure about your size. Are you fit to be a hero?

(Reader’s quirk is left up to interpretation)

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You frown at yourself in the mirror, pinching your sides in between your fingers. All the other students in your class were fit, well toned and perfect for their Quirks.

Yet you… you weren’t like that. Sure, you got past the schools entrance exam and even made it into the hero course, but…

You sighed, shaking your head before moving to get dressed for the day.

“Alright class, today we’ll be doing one-on-one’s. Bakugo you’re up against Sero,” Aizawa continued listing off pairs, “—and (Y/n) is up against Tsuyu.”

The pairs came and went, some had clear victors from the start, others left you on the edge of your seat. And finally it was your turn.

You nervously stepped up, along with Tsuyu, who seemed much more confident than you. Your mock battle didn’t last long, Tsuyu too fast for you to keep up with your Quirk.

It wasn’t long before you were knocked onto your back, the sound of the whistle bringing the fight to an end.

“Alright, that’s enough for today. Go back to the locker rooms and get ready for your next class.”

“Yes, sensei!”

You huffed, taking a moment to stare up at the ceiling of Gym Gamma.

“(Y/n)?”

You turned your head, looking up as your teacher and Tsuyu came into view.

“Are you ok?” Tsuyu asked, finger pressed to her lips, “I hope I didn’t hit you too hard, ribbit.”

“No, I’m okay, Tsuyu.” You offered a weak smile, watching as Aizawa ushered her off to the locker rooms.

“Something’s bugging you.” He stated, “What is it?”

“…Do you think I’m good enough to be a hero?”

“What do you mean?”

“Just… this.” You gestured to your stomach, your expression contorted in discomfort.

“You think your size will affect whether or not you become a good hero?” He asked, before crouching to be on your level as you sat up. “There’s plenty of heroes who aren’t thin, who need weight to be able to do the things they do. Don’t let your size get to you. And if anyone picks on you for it, they’ll be answering to me.”

You offered a soft smile.

“So become a Pro, you’ll be a role model for lots of kids out there if you do.”

[tehaxo]

Heyoo! Hope you're having a good morning/night, I thought I'd stop by and send in an ask.

I'm not sure whether this is considered HCs or not, but who do you think out-of-the-current U.A. staff would randomly take a week break.....Only to spend it by staying up all night?

Like, they wanted to have a ✨️restful✨️ break but ended up just making their schedules even worse 💀💀😭

Thank you!

!If this ask is not of your liking, feel free to ignore it!

OH MY GOD LOL ITS OBVIOUSLY AIZAWA FOR SURE! also i hope you dont mind, i made reader be with aizawa <3 i apologize if it’s not what you wanted.

pairing: aizawa x gn!reader

warnings: none

a/n: i hope you enjoy it! i had so much fun writing these.

People would be super concerned when he would randomly take the week off and try to contact him, only to be angrily told off and hung up on.

He’d be happy that he got the week off but now that he has it, he’s confused. He couldn’t sleep whatsoever, what was wrong? He was able to sleep everywhere else completely fine.

You were also part of the crowd who was concerned but all your questions were answered once you found him tucked in bed. You guys had a shared bed and his low huffs didn’t go unnoticed and it annoyed you a bit, to be honest.

“Stop tossing and turning, You’re taking all of the blanket! And quit it with your sighing, it’s so loud I can’t sleep!” “I’m trying to sleep, stop yelling.”

The nerve he had, YOU were trying to sleep too! But he ignored your complaints and tried to get himself to sleep.

He was quite jealous of you in the morning, he wished he was in your place- Sleeping and resting. Once you were awake, you saw him staring down at you and you nearly got a heart attack. “Holy crap, You look like shit! Did you even sleep?”

A day would pass, and his efforts still went to waste. He’d go to your guys’ living room and come up with a solution, to watch until he got tired. He put on a random show and waited till he felt sleepy, except he ended up getting engrossed in the show. Episode after episode there was another cliffhanger that pissed him off. He refused to do anything else until he finished it.

He ended up regretting staying up watching the show because the ending was shit. Well, what was he expecting? He already knew the show was bad enough at the beginning but still chose to watch it. “Hey, you didn’t come to bed last night. Are you o- Huh? Were you watching my show?”

After getting situated in the morning and dropping you off at work, he was relieved. He immediately hopped into bed and closed his eyes. Finally, he was falling asleep. He was in the most comfortable position ever, seconds from passing out. “Hey, don’t forget to clean the cat’s litter! And put food in his bowl,” were the words before you hopped out of the car and rushed off.

He cursed at himself, he couldn’t get one moment of peace. He’d angrily get out of bed and then do the chores you asked him to. But as he was about to return to the room, he noticed that the house was super messy. He tried to ignore it but the thought of you coming back to a messy house after work upset him so he’d get out of bed once again and clean the whole house. All the sleepiness he had before was gone and he could no longer fall asleep.

He was doing everything but sleeping, he was doing it to himself at this point. He’d sip on coffee for a whole day and then wonder why his eyes won’t stay shut when he tries to sleep. On other days, you’d guys go out and spend time together. So he gave up on the last days of the week and accepted that he wouldn’t be able to sleep.

During that week, goals were not accomplished. He did not get one day of proper rest. When it was time to return to U.A, he looked like he had his soul stolen out of him. Many of the students and staff would ask how his break was then he’d respond with a scowl.

“I’ll have you know, I slept a lot. All I did was rest and nothing else.” “Oh… Uhm, okay then.” He would lie in a furious tone, it was obvious he did quite the opposite to everyone. So they would try not to get on his nerves too much for a few days.

So there, his whole week of struggling to sleep. Perhaps he’ll be able to sleep today peacefully.

[queentheweeb]

Aizawa X Pro Hero Gender Neutral Reader

A/N: This is a request and your quirk is chakra meaning you can power up based on the amount of energy you have

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You were dancing in your apartment enjoying your day off from hero work. Ever since the symbol of peace had to forcibly retire crime rates had begun to go on the rise as well as the League of Villains has become an even bigger threat now. You had extra patrol, extra paperwork, and, also bigger and harder villains to deal with. It was always the ones you least expect to cause the most problems. Just the day before you were on your usual route when you heard a ruckus and, it was a purse snatcher. You thought it will be quick and easy to apprehend the guy but, no he had to have a mutant-like quirk that let out tentacles from his mouth. You were slammed against the walls of buildings and the ground bruising your whole body- nothing you couldn't handle-. Exactly five minutes later the thief was knocked out, and in custody, and you gave the purse back to the lady who was thanking you profusely. Long story short you were still nursing the bruises praying that your boyfriend Zawa would not freak out if he finds out. "He said he was going to come over later so, maybe I should cook?" The thing is you had to go outside for that but, wanted company. So you called Hizashi since he was off too. In half an hour you were outside your home waiting for Hizashi

"Y/N WHAT'S CRACKIN' LACKIN' BAAABYYYY" You turned at the exuberant voice that came from no other than your favorite resident DJ. He was dressed in casual clothing, a white shirt with a floral button down open, his glasses and hair in a low bun with a pair of black jeans. Overall he looked nice and blended in with the general public.

"Thanks for coming with me on such short notice. I wanted to make some dinner for Zawa so maybe you can help me choose?" He nodded and the serene atmosphere was broken by his chatter. It was wanted though and, his talking a lot was how he soothes his nerves and, keeps his ADHD in check. Very few people knew he was diagnosed with ADHD but, then again it was no one's business his own personal life let alone his health. The two of you made it to the supermarket choosing to make homemade ramen by buying the noodles, sauces, veggies, eggs, and whatever else you need for yourself. It was when you bent down to reach for something at the bottom shelf that Hizashi's chatter came to an abrupt stop. Curious you looked around to see if there was any danger before your eyes honed in on Hizashi "What happened Hizashi? Saw someone or something suspicious?" Yes, it was your day off but law-breakers and villains never had one. 

"Who did it?" He wasn't looking at you, he was looking down at your torso and lower region. Shit. You 100% forgot that he and Aizawa were best friends and he was getting the wrong idea. The bruises were in odd places you'll say BUT you had more...maybe not tell him that.

"W-what are you talking a-about?" So much for trying to play it cool so he doesn't flip his shit. You weren't sure who was more a force to be reckoned with. A pissed Hizashi or a pissed Shouta. You thought about it and they both were scary in their own right when angry.

"I saw them just now, Who. Did. It" He was in your face now his eyes swirling with concern and rage. It was a weird mixture to see from him

"I got attacked by a villain. It's fine. Shall we continue shopping?" You knew you weren't helping your case nor were you going to help Shouta when Hizashi told him. Well, Shouta was a bit more logical so he will fume but ask questions first. Hizashi was more of a react now and ask questions later kind of guy. Hizashi said nothing else but, you felt him staring at you. Every time you turned to ask him or tell him something he was nose-deep in the phone. That was fine though to you. It was getting late and, you wanted to get home and have dinner ready for when Shouta was ready. It was about 40 minutes before you got home with Hizashi taking you all the way and not leaving until you confirmed you were alone in your apartment. It was weird of him but, understandable since this wasn't the first time that he made sure you were home safe and sound and alone in your own home. Too many people get home alone and something happens. Not thinking too much of it, you decided to clean and start cooking. The food was done in about 45 minutes so you got in the shower. Once you were done you wore some shorts and a shirt to be in the house when your doorbell rang. Odd, Shouta wasn't expected to come until much later. Curious you went to the door and were shaken to see that it was Shouta! He had come over early! Now you were glad you had cooked first and showered afterward. "Zawa!" He grunted returning the hug 

"Come on in! I have food ready for you!" He did locking the door and headed straight for the bathroom dropping his capture weapon and sweater on the couch. He came out and sat down on the couch but something was off. He always watched you but, he was watching you more than usual. You couldn't figure it out until you looked down at yourself and saw that YOUR BRUISES WERE ON FULL DISPLAY. You almost chuckled but, didn't considering he would not be finding this funny. You slowly made your way to the sofa handing him his plate and setting yours down on the side table. He still hasn't broken eye contact and just as you thought you wouldn't be able to handle it anymore he spoke

"Tell me what happened before I kill someone." You jumped surprised he went straight to murder and then you thought about the situation and, figured you would be the same way in his shoes.

"Okay, I know the bruises placements are...odd but I swear he didn't do NOTHING like that. I got tossed around like a rag doll but I got him back with the same energy and so he's in custody and I'm home with my wonderful boyfriend." You looked at him hoping he wouldn't explode. He took a deep breath before getting up and going to the bathroom. He came right back out with the first aid and with no prompting you took off your shorts and top to give him full access. He sucked in a breath but said nothing as he carefully cleaned, put ointment, and bandaged the sensitive skin. It was a nice and intimate moment between the two of you. Once he was done he set the first aid kit back and sat down on the couch pulling you into his lap.

"I don't want your food to go to waste." He said nothing using his free hands to grab his bowl to eat. You did the same thing knowing it would be pointless to move from your spot. Not that you wanted to anyway.

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Katsuki Bakugou x Reader "Warm Hands". Period comfort!

I died today exams are coming up and my body decided that I must suffer, endometriosis is no joke. PERIOD COMFORT.

Katsuki was never one for comfort, partly because he never really got it himself so giving it was like standing in cold water. The first time you and Katsuki were together during your period you kept to yourself not wanting to bother him with your mood swings.

He quickly caught on blowing it off as you having an off week. The second time around he was a little more observant noticing how you got more upset over simple work and how you seemed to always have a stomach ache in class.

One Ill fated day you ran out of pads quickly running to Momo giving her a knowing look, she handed you her bag as you ran off. That was only the start of your shitty day. The pills you took to kill your cramps had worn off so now you're suffering in class. Things took a turn for the worse after lunch when whatever the cafeteria food seemed to kill your stomach.

Back in class holding your stomach you left for the bathroom holding your stomach as your lunch betrayed you. After a few minutes of suffering on the bathroom floor, apparently Aizawa felt the need to send Momo to check on you. She helped you up and to recovery girl, not that she could do much but let you rest.

After class Katsuki made his way to the nurses office, seeing you curled in a ball with a bottle of pain killers next to you "The hell happened to you?" He spoke in a rather mean tone but you could still feel the sincerity of his words "Cramps" you said sitting up wrapping your hands around his waist. After a few minutes you grab his hand and get up.

He walks you back to your dorm letting you lean most of your body weight on him most the walk there. Not having any food in your system you felt your body weaken using what little energy you had to lay down. Katsuki watches you curl in a ball a soft yet concerning look still ligers. "I'll make you some soup. Don't die while I'm gone" he says gruffly placing a kiss on your head

When he returns he has a tray with soup, some warm tea and chocolate? You look up at him a bit confused "Why the chocolate?" You say still slightly dazed. "Im not a complete moron.. plus I ran into Momo and she told me" he says the second half is almost incoherent.

You look up at him with a smile holding his rather warm hands to your cold ones. The blissful moment is rudely interrupted by the feeling of a cramp in your lower stomach. Clenching your stomach holding back the tears that had been compiled caused by the many cramps and stress of the day.

A slight groan manages to escape your lips as you feel the side if you bed sink in next to you. Not saying anything you feel your boyfriend pull you towards him. "Where does it hurt" he says avoiding your slightly confused gaze you place his hands on your lower stomach leaning into his touch.

One main up side of Katsuki's quirk was his body radiated more heat then the average person, more so in his hands. "Thank you" you say slowly dozing off.

When you awake you feel your boyfriend's hands still wrapped around you. You walk to the bathroom taking care of yourself. When you come back Katsuki is still asleep so you crawl back on the bed laying in his lap.

The day continues with one similar to the one before.

Sorry this one was a little weird and shorter than I wanted. I'm tired, sick and sleepy but wanted to write this.

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