#hizashi x reader imagines

[his-lune]

☾ yamada hizashi masterlist ☽

-`♡´- key -`♡´-

angst (a) ;; fluff (f) ;; smut (s) ;; crack (c)

☾. one shot

ᯓ★ coming soon...

☾. series

ᯓ★ coming soon...

[uwtloml]

can you do a text thingy of “Can you come over? *wink wink*” with aizawa, hawks, and other pro hero’s 🤭🤭

(also i love ur work ur so cool plz don’t die)

- 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘩𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳!

𝘧𝘵. 𝘬𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘢𝘮𝘪, 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘢 𝘢𝘪𝘻𝘢𝘸𝘢, 𝘩𝘪𝘻𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘪 𝘺𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘢, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘪 𝘺𝘢𝘨𝘪

[delaware-lemme-smash]

Hii! May i request some headcanons were mt. lady, sir night eye, present mic, eraser and all might react to their s/o wearing their clothes after sex? Like if they didn’t have any clothes with them what weren’t… dirty so they stole some! Sorry if this is boring but I thought it was kinda cute :)

Hope you enjoy these, lovely!

Characters: Takeyama Yuu/Mount Lady, Sasaki Mirai/Sir Nighteye, Yamada Hizashi/Present Mic, Aizawa Shouta/Eraserhead, Yagi Toshinori/All Might

Contents: gn!reader, mild nsfw

Takeyama Yuu/Mount Lady

Perhaps it was an impromptu tryst, because you’re at Mount Lady’s apartment and your only clothes are dirty. Perhaps your stuff got torn up in a fight with a villain and now you’ve come back to hers to ‘celebrate’, you find yourself left with nothing but your underwear. Perhaps not even that. 

You could sleep naked, but it’s not the most comfortable situation to be in. So you wander over to Yuu’s wardrobe (really a walk-in closet). She might only be a debut hero, but she’s very popular and spends a lot of time in the limelight. This translates to making absolute bank, and she spends a lot of it on beautiful clothes. Obviously, you’re not going to wear a gala dress to bed, so you grab a t-shirt that looks pretty old, and maybe a pair of yoga pants. 

Depending on your size compared to her, they might be fine, or they might be a tight fit. When she comes back into the bedroom, her skin gleaming from her nightly skincare routine, she stops in the doorway and pouts at you.

“If you stretch those out, you’re going to have to replace them.”

“...says the woman who turns into a titan?” The irony is too much for you.

“Only my hero costume stretches with me, duh.” A pause. “Your butt does look good in those yoga pants, though.”

Sasaki Mirai/Sir Nighteye

It would seem that if you’re dating Sir Nighteye, you’ve at least got some sense of planning and responsibility. But you’re only human, and sometimes you’re going to find yourself caught short. Short on clothes, in this case. Even if your clothes are clean, you couldn’t fathom sleeping in your work clothes.

You wait until Sir Nighteye is in the bathroom, brushing his teeth, before sneaking open one of his drawers and grabbing something at random. You end up with…

A pair of boxers and a vintage All Might t-shirt.

It’s hardly the sexiest of nightwear, but you make it work. He leans back into the doorway to tell you to borrow some clothing, and you’re lounging on his bed, all “Paint me like one of your French girls”. 

“I’ve been waiting for you~” you purr.

He nearly spits out his mouthwash, and disappears back into the bathroom to gather himself. You distinctly hear him chuckle under his breath, then clear his throat.

“If you want to entice me, darling, don’t wear the face of my former boss on your torso.”

Yamada Hizashi/Present Mic

Hizashi’s always trying to get you to wear his clothes, anyway! He drapes his little moto jacket (the casual one, not the studded one he wears as part of his costume) over your shoulders a lot and tells you how great you look. 

Seeing his partner wear his clothes just gives him this little kick and makes him feel all warm and fuzzy inside. 

You’ve got a variety of options in Mic’s wardrobe. In the t-shirt section, you’ve got a lot of band t-shirts, weird, bright coloured ones covered in fruit or English slogans, a few rare Eraserhead merch t-shirts he got done to piss off Aizawa, and if you want to borrow some boxers, you’ll be hard pressed to find some that don’t have a loud, zany pattern on them. 

If you want to be (moderately) sexy, grab a vintage band t-shirt and a pair of his black boxer briefs. If you want to make him laugh, grab the stupidest t-shirt you can find and pair it with an eye watering set of boxer shorts, especially if they have bananas on them. 

Hizashi grins wide enough to split his face in half at the sight of you in his clothes. It doesn’t matter if you went for sexy or stupid, really, because he’ll just try to get you out of them again, if you know what I mean~

Aizawa Shouta/Eraserhead

This is one of those things that Aizawa doesn’t know he likes until he sees it for the first time. He’s probably dragged himself out of your post-coital snooze to get you both some water or feed the stray cat on his balcony, leaving you to ponder your clothing situation. 

When you open Aizawa’s wardrobe, it’s 75% loose black shirts and pants, with a few non-black items crammed at one end, including those infamous pink sweatpants. 

It seems he’s not totally averse to colour, just not when he’s working. He has a few t-shirts (gifts from Hizashi) covered in cats (as opposed to just covered in cat hair, like the rest). 

If you’ve cuddled him at all, which you have, thoroughly, you know that all his clothes are surprisingly soft and comfortable. He tends to end up with raggedy cuffs on his sleeves, but even so, the shirt has that soft texture clothing gets when it’s been washed many times. You dig out some random black shorts he has, though you’ve never seen him expose his pasty legs in public, so they must be old.

Shouta shuffles back into the room to find you asleep, curled up in your borrowed finery. There’s something about the sight of you lying in his bed, wearing his clothes, looking so warm and comfortable. It’s like a little gut punch of domesticity. 

“You’re meant to ask, you brat,” he says fondly, flopping onto the bed next to you. 

Still, he reflects, as he pulls you closer, that shirt’s gonna smell like you now. Maybe he should make you wear it every time you sleep over.

Yagi Toshinori/All Might

All Might’s still pretty nervous about being in a relationship so he’s not 100% sure of the protocol, especially when you’re at his place and you don’t have any clean clothes to wear to bed. He gets flustered and goes to see if he can quickly wash your clothes, forgetting the entire wardrobe of clean clothes right there.

All Might or Small Might, his clothes are going to absolutely drown you no matter what size you are. Toshi’s a titan. Any t-shirt you try to borrow is basically a giant nightshirt. 

Toshinori splutters a little at the sight of you swimming in the fabric of one of his shirts. Once he’s done coughing into his elbow, he offers you a toothy grin, his eyes crinkled up.

“That…might be a little big on you,” he says, tugging playfully on all the excess fabric. “Are you sure it’s going to be comfortable?”

You tell him that you like the feeling of the soft, loose fabric, and the fact that it smells a little like his cologne, even after being washed. He’s chuckles at that, wrapping his large hands around your waist, the fabric cinching in against you.

“Well, never thought one of my old shirts could look so adorable.”

[uracutieraka]

Aizawa x F!reader

warnings: age gap (reader is an adult), smut

“H-ah! S’big!” Your knees are folded up to your chest as your old teacher is now plowing into you. He’s 15 years older than you. Just the thought had you moaning.

“F-fuck! This is,” he hisses at the way you clench down on him. “highly inappropriate.”

You moan even louder at his words, he goes to cover your mouth but decides not to when his name tumbles through your lips. “Shota!”

He allows a guttural moan to scratch its way from his throat. He leans off you, allowing your legs to fall out of the air. You wince at the strain of your legs muscles but you quickly forget all about it as he wraps your legs around his waist and tightens his grip on your hips.

His pace is suddenly fast and he’s thrusting so hard you can feel the bruises already forming on the underside of your thighs where his hips are repeatedly prodding into you.

Jumbled words are all thats coming out of your mouth as he leans over to trap you in a kiss.

How did you two end up here anyways? He tries to remember but he’s so lost in the feeling of you he cant.

“S-so happy you c-came, oh fuck, to my, birthday!” You say between moans. Oh thats right, your birthday. Your 24th birthday actually.

He grunts pushing his head into the crook of your neck and nipping at the skin.

You’re sweaty and growing tired from how good he’s been making you feel, the adrenaline slowly wearing off.

You gently run your hands up his chest and over his shoulders, grabbing onto them for support.

His hair is falling out of the bun he put it in before he went down on you earlier.

You feel a knot forming tight in your lower abdomen and can’t help but beg for him to go harder.

“G’nna cum again?” He asks, voice strained from his rough and quick pace.

“Yes!” You babble over and over the closer you get.

He had never thought of you in any type of way other than about how you were such a good student. The way you were always quick to help him with the annoying tasks nobody else wanted to help with, or how you would sometimes even bring him baked goods you made yourself! As a sign of your appreciation for him being such a nice teacher!

A scoff leaves his mouth as you reach your nth climax of the night. You shiver from his breath running down the side of your neck.

“You had this planned all along didn’t you? So sneaky.”

You nod your head up and down viciously as he continues to bully your poor cervix. He moans a bit and his thrusts get sloppier and slower.

After a few more moments of you digging your nails into his shoulders, surely leaving marks, and moaning out for each other he finally unravels himself.

It had been a while since he had been with anyone, and he had never been with an ex-student. The idea was too taboo for him to even think about, but here he was, in your bed fucking you dumb.

Rolling off of you, you both stare at the ceiling breath hard. You begin laughing and he lets his head fall to the side so he can look at you.

"What?" He asks. Curious as to what was funny, though he has an idea.

You now roll onto your side to look at him and he takes in the way you look. The thin sheet perfectly falls over your body, outlining the curve of your hip bone, and the moonlight that's shining through your window lights up your eyes. Messy hair frames your face and your lips are red and plump.

He had never seen you in this way until tonight. Sure he wasn't unaware you were considered an attractive person, in fact it was the opposite. It was hard to ignore it when you in your hero costume were plastered all over tabloids and tv as japans 'hottest new up and coming hero!' Though he'd just roll his eyes and walk away, after all it was weird to see his former student like that.

"It's just funny, you were like the hot teacher who I always had a crush on and now you're in my bed."

[voiths]

☾"Guess correctly and you'll get your treat"☽

!Content Warnings: 18+ Warning go away kids, Overstimulation, Edging, Praising, Orgasm Denial

Midnight x Present Mic x Eraserhead x Gender Neutral Reader

Dom Sweet Midnight | Switch Feral Eraserhead | Switch Gentle Present Mic | Sub Cockdrunk Reader

You didn't know why in the end you agreed to the request from your two husbands and while you might have regretted it in the middle, in the end you were finally satisfied

Auther's note: I wrote this in like an hour and it's my first time writing an explicit thing so long so i hope it's good and i may continue to make a series out of this oneshot :)

Hips raised, whimpering everytime you felt him press inside you. Eyes rolling into the back your head, vision becoming blurry but it wouldnt have mattered with the silk wrapped around your head covering your eyes.

"Come on, darling which one is it? Shouta or Hizashi? You'll get your reward if you're right so try and focus that cockdrunk little brain of yours."

You knew the one talking was Nemuri, not only because her voice was oh so sweet and teasing but because you could feel her hands stroking through your hair coaxing you through the edging and overstimulation that had been going on the past two hours. You realised a long time ago that you regretted agreeing to the night with the three pro heros and friends, realised as soon as the first orgasm of the night was stolen from you, taking out of your shaking grasp.

"Please, I don't know just let me cum, please i've been good please-"

With your sight being gone and your other senses heightened you could hear midnight chuckling and shaking her head above you. It took so much effort to get those words out with how painfully slow you were being filled up. What you couldn't see or hear was just how much the man behind you was struggling from keeping his noises down, and how midnight had her other hand, that wasn't busy petting through your hair, holding the mans cheek silently praising him for how well he was doing.

"Come on my pet you can do it just guess, guess correctly and you'll both finally be able to get your treat."

Deciding to block out everything except for the feeling of the form of whoever was slowly pistoning into you. They both felt so incredibly thick and long while inside of you. The difference was small but Shouta was slightly thicker and Hizashi a bit longer.

"Fuck i think- i- i dont know i think it's Shouta-"

You barely managed to whimper and whine out those words as those soft and sweet praises came out from the goddess holding you oh so close.

"You're right my pet. You're so good for me. Now my pretty boys give her her deserved reward."

You couldn't hold back the whine that came out of you as you felt the soft and comforting thighs under your arms and head leave.

"Shhh my little singer i'll be there for you. Let me fill up your mouth as our goddess is watching, you want that?"

Frantically nodding you felt hizashi's rough thighs moving beneath your head with your elbows propped up beneath you. It all moved so fast you were about to open your mouth for him, to welcome him when you felt a gentle but firm hand take a hold of your the hair and pulling you back, letting a whimper fall out from your lips. You knew it was nemuri from the sharp nails that scratched your scalp just right.

"I know you want to sweetheart but you have to give a verbal response. Come on tell our pretty blond boy just how much you want to make him cum in your mouth. How much you want to swallow his cum."

It was starting to get really difficult to think straight with the growing speed of shouta's thrusts into you. You should have known it was him, with the way his hands gripped, almost bruised your hips and the frustrated deep moaning, almost growling coming from behind you.

"Please- Hizashi please give me your cum, i need it i need it so bad please cum in my mouth."

At the start of this you remembered you were feeling confident, almost bratty with your pride intact convincing yourself you would be in control of yourself the entire time. What you wouldn't know was just how needy you were for Nemur- Your Goddess's Praise, Aizawas needy almost primal want for you and Hizashi's teasing hands all over you.

"Good pet. Come on you can get your sweet treat."

You felt your mouth hanging open in pants when your mouth slowly got lowered and filled with the hard, precum dripping cock in front of you. The hand holding your hair switched to another one with still gentle undertones but a lot more shakiness to it.

With two cocks filling you separately there was never a time you were left feeling empty. When Aizawa pulled you towards him and split you open on his thickness Hizashi got ready to pull you forwards onto his length. It was a constant and it was starting to get too much for you at a time. A coil was starting to form in your lower stomach slowly but surely.

They were noticing it too. Your more high pitched whines and moans coming from your mouth around hizashi's cock, the shakiness in your arms that held you up. Your hole fluttering around Aizawa making him growl into your ear.

"Does our toy need our goddess to help you cum?"

Frantically trying to nod without hurting hizashi you felt a weight on the bed moving but you only started making those sweet noises when you finally felt midnight's hand at your sex and oh it was so much all at once. You started to let out those sweet moans and they all knew you were close. Midnight's finger were getting faster, Aizawa thrusting so hard and fast you almost were seeing stars, Hizashi pulled you further down on his cock trying his best not to choke you but at this point you wouldn't care.

When the coil snapped, oh god did it snap. You started to shake, your hands gripping tightly around Hizashi's thighs as your arms were struggling to hold your weight. Your juices slowly started pour onto the bed bellow you. You felt Shouta's hot seed pour inside of you as he held your hips so close almost scared that you would go away. Hizashi followed not long after holding your head so far down your nose was nestled into the skin of his clean shaven abdomen. As his seed spilled down your throat you slowly felt yourself relaxing, the exhaustion of the last few hours slowly seeping into your bones, your arms slipping out from underneath you as the weight of your head fully dropped on Zashi's thigh. Whines from overstimulation left your mouth as you felt Shouta slowly pull out of you.

"Shhhh it's alright now my love you did so well. We'll draw you a nice bath you just relax you can drift off to sleep it's okay."

You couldn't even tell at this point who exactly said it you but the last thing you remembered before nodding off was slowly getting pulled up from the bed with your head falling against a chest that definitely wasn't one of your guys. The plush comfiness being evident but you weren't really one to complain.

[dadzawa-vibes]

Present Mic: Aizawa's voicemails from The Training Camp sound like Civil War updates:

Aizawa: Hello. I'm in charge of taking Class 1-A down a creek in canoes. It's been pouring for days and our tents are soaking. Morale is low. I am so tired. Midoriya already broke three bones. Y/N set the lake in fire. We didn’t even give them fire.

[thefiery-phoenix]

I have a request if that's OK can you do Yandere class 1a(romantic) (and Yandere eraser mic platonic ofc) x reader with powers like starfire or raven

Sure and I'll go with the reader having powers like Starfire if that's okay with you and I sincerely apologize if this sucked

You were a part of class 1A and over a period of time, they started growing obsessed and possessive of you so much that you weren't even allowed to hang out with students from the other classes. To say you had powers was an understatement, you were basically a walking weapon with your abilities of being able to fly, shooting laser beams from your eyes and hands, superhuman strength and agility. You aced the UA entrance exam like it was nothing and left everyone awed and speechless of your powers. You were soon sorted into class 1A after you received your acceptance letter and you became friends with your classmates, unaware of their darker masked desires and hidden intentions for you

You were book smart but when it came to figuring out the intentions your classmates had for you, you were quite naive indeed. The other day Monoma, TetsuTetsu and Kendou wanted to hang out with you and you agreed to hang out with them, when your classmates found out about your plans to hang out with some other class instead of them, they were annoyed and their jealousy bubbled inside him. They usually couldn't stand each other at times, each of them wanting to have you for themselves, however during times like this they were forced to work together. "HAH!? TF DO YOU MEAN HANGING OUT WITH THAT BLONDE RAT!? NO WAY!" yelled Bakugou as he muttered profanities and cursed under his breath while threatening to blast Monoma to the orbit. Uraraka, Momo and Mina had resorted to trying to guilt trip you by telling you that you barely ever hang out with them and you wanted to spend time with other people instead of them. Even the usually calm Deku and Kirishima had dark looks plastered across their faces, looking deep in thought while Iida was busy lecturing you as usual about how you shouldn't ignore your classmates when they wanted to spend time with you and besides, you also had homework to do and started listing out every possible reason why you couldn't hang out with the class 1B students

Eventually you ended up giving in and decided to have a movie night in the common room with your classmates since they just wouldn't stop with the incessant pestering. You don't know what it is they've done, but they've done something for sure since no one from class 1B decided to approach you the next day. Even Monoma kept his distance from you and scurried off in the opposite direction as your spotted a few scars on his face and hands which your dear classmates may or may not have caused. They won't allow anyone else to steal you away from them, you're theirs. From hanging out with Shoji and Koda and playing with Koda's pet bunnies to helping Sato bake his goodies and doing homework with Iida and Shoto to going shopping with the girls, you feel like your classmates are monopolizing your time way too much but you can't really do anything about it, how could you possibly prove that they're in the wrong for wanting to spend time with you?

Your teachers are of no help either whatsoever, Aizawa sensei and Present Mic think it's a GOOD thing your classmates are so protective and possessive of you. They're worried you might become reckless one day and your powers might end up hurting you which is the last thing they all want, so it's like a mutual silent agreement and understanding between them to keep an eye on you and protect you. Even if they have to get their hands dirty. Aizawa and Mic see you as one of their own kids to take care of and they take that role VERY seriously. The other day some random dude actually had the GUTS and audacity to try slipping in a love note into your locker while Aizawa was passing by and his eyes narrowed as he wrapped the guy in his scarves and gave him detention for the rest of the semester every day. If someone dares to make the mistake of bullying you, Mic would be the one to deal with that by using his quirk on them to make their eardrums literally BLEED till they apologize

Now, about your powers, it's a tricky situation. As much as they all love you for who you are and how capable you are to take care of yourself, they're also worried you might end up getting hurt one day because of them. No way in hell would Aizawa ever give you strenuous training tasks despite your whining and pleading, you could get hurt. They ALWAYS have eyes everywhere and they know your every move no matter what. Some of your classmates have literally resorted to stalking the living daylights out of you and you're still unaware of the secret cameras placed in your room, courtesy of Iida when you both had that study session a few days ago. Your every movement is now watched by all your classmates and your teachers as well. They don't even realize they're doing something wrong and they're lost so far in their delusion, they think they're just doing their jobs as good heroes in protecting you, their loved one and keeping you safe

Denki, Kirishima, Sero, Hagakure and Ojiro think your powers are cool but the rest of them are really worried for your safety. You always get lectured by Iida whenever you end up doing something risky and Deku would just be pleading with you to never do something like this again while Bakugou would lovingly insult you to knock some sense into your head. You are NOT to be fighting villains, they've all established that already and made that rule VERY clear. If there's a villain attack at some point, you'll be taken to safety because they do not want you engaging into such dangerous stuff. Look, you might have strong powers and you might be a good fighter but that still doesn't mean they'll let you fight villains and criminals, you'll always be seen as someone naive and sheltered in their eyes, someone they need to protect from the darkness of the world. But not to worry though, after the villains are dealt with (Or probably murdered), Aoyama will comfort you with cheese, Momo will make you some tea and Jirou will play some of her music for you as you'll spend the rest of your time surrounded by your classmates once again, your teachers pleased with the turn of events of the extreme lengths your classmates are willing to take to protect you. What sort of heroes would they be if they can't ensure their loved one's safety after all?

[nykie-love-anime]

Parents - Random Text Messages

Aizawa

Enji

Hizashi

Nemuri

Y/E/N - Your Enemy Name

Masterlist | Main Masterlist

[specialagentlokitty]

Present mic x reader - I love you, I love you

You were sitting on your couch, rubbing a hand up and down your sternum as you tried to easy the dull pain that you were feeling.

You were so focused on the TV that at first you didn’t notice your phone was ringing.

Brining a hand up to your mouth, you coughed slightly, and you looked at the petals in your hand, taking a shaky breath.

This time you saw your phone ringing and you answered, sticking it on speaker as you stared at the petals.

“Hey Hizashi.”

“Yo! Yo! What’re you doing right now?!”

You set the petals down on your coffee table.

“I’m just at home, how come?”

You could hear voices on the other end and the sound of music, he was definitely at least a little tipsy at this point.

“Come to the bar yo!

You sighed.

“Sorry Hizashi, I’m not feeling well right now but have fun.”

With that you hung up, and you noticed a few other messages coming through.

Midnight: are you not coming out this week?

Aizawa: I’ll tell him to stop calling you until he’s sober again. Do you need anything?

You reply back to both of them and turn your phone off, coughing up a few more petals.

You knew how this went, you knew how bad this was going to get if you didn’t do anything about it now, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do anything.

You felt ashamed about having this disease, you felt ashamed about what it meant that you had suddenly developed it.

You knew your options, everybody knew the options, you either die to the disease, you have it removed along with your feelings, or you confess and pray those feelings are returned.

You didn’t know what to do, and as the weeks went on it slowly started to get worse and worse to the point when you were sat in the teachers lounge at UA you had a white knuckle grip on your shirt to try and ease the pain in your chest.

You didn’t look up as the door was opened, but you did when you heard his voice.

“(Y/N)?”

You glance to Hizashi before glancing away from him.

“Hey…” he said quietly.

It wasn’t like him to be so soft, so gentle when talking, so you furrowed your brows a little bit.

You smile a little bit at him, and turn back to your work, and he sat in a chair next to your desk with a frown on his face.

“What’s wrong?” He asked.

“Nothing, I’m alright ‘zashi.”

He narrowed his eyes a little bit, clearly not believing you.

“You’re not alright don’t lie to me.”

You sighed a little, setting your papers aside as you looked up to him, offering him a small smile.

“It’s complicated that’s all, but I’m really fine I swear.”

He leant forward a little narrowing his eyes at you.

“No.”

He sighed, leaning back in his chair as he crossed his arms.

“You’ve never hidden anything from me, why’re you hiding this?”

“Look ‘Zashi, I said I’m alright, really. Okay? You don’t have to worry I promise.”

You stood up, pulling your jacket in and walked over him, placing your hand on top of his head as you walked past him.

“Come on! I know somethings wrong and you know I’m not gonna stop until you tell me!” He called back.

“I know!”

You left, and made your way back to your apartment, finally able to let out the series of coughs that you had been holding back all day.

It was worse than you thought as you sat on your couch, staring at the petals that just seemed to keep falling, the pain in your lungs getting even worse.

After a while there was a knock on your apartment door, and you shoved the petals under the couch to open it.

“Oh, hey Aizawa, what’s up?”

The other pro hero narrowed his eyes a little at you and held a single petal up in his hand.

“I know you have it.”

You grabbed him back his capture scarf and pulled him inside and slammed the door shut.

“Don’t be showing it around dumbass!” You hissed.

Aizawa glared a little bit at you.

“You know how dangerous it is hiding this (Y/N)!” He hissed.

“I know!”

Aizawa crossed his arms as he stared at you with a slightly cold expression on his face.

“Confess to them.”

“No.”

“Then get the surgery.”

“No…”

“Well those are your only two options! Be lucky I haven’t told anybody else yet because right now Hizashi is going mental because he thinks he’s pissed you off!”

You went quiet for a moment feeling a little guilty you made your best friend feel that away.

“He does…?”

“Yes! So either you go tell him what’s going on and let him help you or I will.”

You panicked a little bit, grabbing your brother by his arm.

“You can’t!”

Aizawa narrowed his eyes a little at you, then they widened slightly in realisation.

“You love him, don’t you?”

You lowered your head a little bit as you nodded, staring at the ground while tears burned your eyes, and that painful feeling in your chest came back.

You tried to hold the coughing back, but you still coughed slightly, petals falling into your palm.

“I can’t tell him…”

Aizawa sighed, resting your head in his chest.

“(Y/N) you have too, please? Or get the surgery, because I’ll be dammed if I stand aside and watch you die because of this stupid disease.

You sniffled a little bit, gaze fixated on the flowers at your feet.

“Please just tell him okay?”

“I..I can’t…”

Aizawa walked over and sat you down on the couch, wiping a few of your tears away.

He left the room for a few moments before coming back with a glass of water, handing it to you and he sat on the table in front of you.

“Why can’t you tell Hizashi you love him?”

“Because I know he doesn’t love me back…” you whisper.

Aizawa sighed softly, placing his hand on top of your head.

“You won’t know that until you tell him how you feel…”

You shook your head and Aizawa sighed heavily, he knew how stubborn you were, and when you were scared of being hurt you would do anything to refuse to acknowledge what’s hurting you.

You had a heart of gold, and that was your downfall, it always had been.

“Just get some rest alright? We’ll figure this out I promise.”

You sniffled a little and laid down on the couch, letting him cover yoh up with a blanket and he began to clean the petals all over your floor.

As much as you didn’t want to rest, your body had other plans, because if you were asleep it didn’t have to respond to the intense pain in your chest.

You soon fell asleep, and when you did Aizawa pulled his phone out of his pocket and left the room.

You didn’t notice the opening or closing of your front door, or that you had been moved from the couch into bed to sleep.

When you woke up, your chest felt worse and you slowly sat up while trying to take deep breaths.

“Aizawa…?” You called.

You could hear footsteps coming down the hall, and the door was opened and Hizahsi stood there instead with a glass of water in his hand as he walked over to pass it to you.

“He left a few hours ago.”

His tone wasn’t loud or cheerful like usual, it was soft, and slightly sad.

You nodded, sipping at the water in the glass, trying to resist the urge to cough but you couldn’t, and you coughed a few petals and some blood into your palm.

You tried to hide it but Hizashi was quick, he took your hand in his, carefully removing the petals and wiping the blood with a tissue.

He stayed quiet as he took the glass of water from you and set it down on the nightstand.

He look at you, and carefully took your face between his hands, running his thumbs along your cheeks.

“I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you.” He whispered.

Your eyes widened a little, hand still covering your mouth to fight back some coughs, and he placed a hand over yours, the other still cradling your face.

“I’ll say it as many times as I have to. I love you.”

He kept whispering it over and over again, moving his forehead to rest on yours with his eyes closed, still whispering, and you closed your eyes as well.

After some agonisingly slow minutes, and him constantly repeating that he loved you, you felt the pain in your chest starting to ease up a little bit.

You slowly moved your hand from your mouth.

“I love you..” you whispered.

This made him give his signature grin, and he quickly leant down to catch you in a gentle but passionate kiss which lasted a few minutes before he pulled away.

He crawled over you, laying down at your side and rested your head on his chest.

“I love you so much… I’ll be right here…”

You nodded again falling back to sleep.

It would take a few days for the disease to get out of your system, but it wasn’t growing anymore, and as long as he stayed by you, you knew everything was going to be alright

[sleepytopia]

hiii i have a suggestion for a present mic x reader where there's mutual pining but the reader is in denial at first because they think hes obnoxious, but then they end up gradually changing their mind esp when hizashi asks them out on a date

a/n : okay. THISS EGJOJGPOE OMGGG this is so cute and I was obsessed with making it.

You’re So Loud… I Think I Like It

Hizashi Yamada (Present Mic) x Reader

Summary: You’ve always thought Present Mic was just too much—too loud, too dramatic, too golden. But it turns out the thing that made him stand out is exactly what your life needed. What started as irritation blooms into something gentle, real, and terrifying: love. And when he finally asks you out, you’re forced to face the truth… maybe you’ve been falling for him all along

You weren’t impressed by him. Not at first.

It wasn’t that you disliked Hizashi Yamada—you didn’t. He was nice. Charismatic. Enthusiastic in a way that was...admittedly kind of refreshing, if a little overwhelming. But your first impression was, and remained for a while:

Loud.

Too loud. Too energetic. Too much presence, like a spotlight constantly beaming over your shoulder. Every time he stepped into the teachers’ lounge, you felt yourself brace for impact. His laugh was a full-body experience, and every joke was delivered with an invisible exclamation mark. You didn’t hate it. But you certainly didn’t like it.

At least, that’s what you told yourself.

It started off slow.

Little things—like how he’d pass you in the hallway and always shout your name like he was announcing your arrival on a red carpet. Or how he’d beam at you across the room during faculty meetings, subtly sliding a cup of coffee across the table toward you with a post-it that said, decaf! i remembered u hate jitters <3. Or the way he’d always ask how your day was going. Like he really meant it. Like he was really listening.

Still. You resisted. It’s what you did best.

He was just being friendly. It’s how he was with everyone, right?

…Except he wasn’t.

He didn’t walk across the building to bring coffee to anyone else. He didn’t offer to carry reports for anyone else. He didn’t lean against your desk after classes with his sunglasses low on his nose and that easy, sunshine smile meant just for you.

And the worst part? Your friends noticed before you did.

“Oh my god,” Midnight whispered once, watching you and Hizashi joke outside the faculty lounge. “He’s got the hots for you bad.”

“No,” you dismissed immediately, flushing as you looked away. “He’s just like that.”

“No, he’s not,” she said with a smirk. “He only gets flustered when you touch him.”

You’d never noticed that—how his voice dipped a little when you brushed his sleeve. How he’d get quiet when you complimented his outfit or stood too close while reading the class schedules. You thought it was all in your head. Wishful thinking. But then again…

Your heart did this weird, skipping thing every time he laughed too loud at your dumb jokes. Every time he offered his arm casually to walk across campus with you. Every time he sent you voice memos when texting was “too slow.”

You chalked it up to being flustered. To being tired. To literally anything but the truth.

Then came the breaking point.

It was a rainy Wednesday. You’d stayed after school late to grade papers and by the time you stepped out of your classroom, the building was nearly empty.

Except Hizashi was there—waiting, umbrella in hand, leaning casually against the wall across from your door.

“Thought I’d walk you home,” he said, voice a little softer than usual. “I know you hate driving in the rain.”

You blinked. “How did you—?”

“I pay attention,” he said, lifting the umbrella. “C’mon. I even brought the big one.”

You hesitated—heart in your throat, everything tilting slightly. You were tired. Too tired to keep pretending you weren’t noticing things. Like the way he angled the umbrella so it leaned more over you. Or how his elbow bumped yours just enough to keep you close. Or how he talked quietly the whole walk back, softer than you’d ever heard him, like the rain made him gentler.

When you got to your door, you fumbled for your keys, and Hizashi scratched the back of his neck.

“Hey,” he said. “Are you doing anything Friday night?”

You turned. “Not… really.”

He nodded, looking away for a second, and then back at you with those big, hopeful eyes and a grin that was somehow nervous. “Would you wanna go out with me? Like—like a real date? Not a coffee run or post-class ramen. I mean, I got a reservation. For two.”

You stared at him.

Because now there was no room for pretending. No room to push it away or say you were imagining things.

He liked you. He wanted you. He had wanted you.

And you felt something unfold in your chest—warm, wide, and terrifying.

You smiled. “I’d like that.”

The date was quiet.

He wore a soft, slate-gray button-up, and his usual wild hair was pulled back into a low ponytail. He had no sunglasses, no jacket. Just Hizashi. His eyes sparkled when he saw you, and when he leaned in to kiss your cheek, his breath caught like he couldn’t believe you were real.

You laughed more than you had in weeks.

He told stories about student antics and his radio show, and he listened—really listened—when you talked about your hobbies, your fears, your dumbest high school stories. He barely touched his food, too busy watching you talk with a look you refused to overthink.

But it was the goodbye that got you.

You stood on your porch again, clutching your coat to your chest. He rubbed the back of his neck, clearly trying to keep his cool.

“You, uh... had fun?” he asked.

“I did,” you said. “I had a great time.”

“Good,” he breathed, and his smile went dopey. “I was worried I talked too much. That I blew it.”

“You didn’t,” you said, stepping closer. “You didn’t at all.”

He blinked. His voice was barely a whisper. “Can I kiss you?”

You reached up, cupping his cheek—and he leaned into the touch like he’d been starving for it.

“Yes.”

The kiss was sweet. Gentle. And just a little unsteady, like the both of you were still learning how to stop pretending and start having.

You stayed like that for a while. Quiet. Close.

And when you finally pulled back, your chest aching from the smile you couldn’t hide, you whispered:

“You’re so loud... I think I like it.”

© sleepytopia do not copy, translate, or plagiarize any of my works

[imagineanime2022]

Heroes W/ S/O Like Queen B

Shota Aizawa X Fem!Reader, Taishiro Toyomitsu X Fem!Reader, Rumi Usagiyama X Fem!Reader, Hizashi Yamada X Fem!Reader

Requested: Anon

Request: I loved your villains with Queen B helluvaboss😁 may I please request queen B but with the pro heroes Aizawa, Fatgum, Mirko, Or even present Mic And they even like when she sings her song, “cotton candy” That would be pretty cool?

Shota Aizawa

🐛 You are not the type of person that anyone expects Aizawa to be with, you were the complete opposite colourful and sweet, most of the time. 🐛 You were popular amongst the younger kids and some of the teens, he was not surprised when he heard his class talking about you. 🐛 That extends to him hearing people singing your songs, he always thought that the song sounded best when you were singing it. 🐛 The best part of his day was when he’d come home to you humming or singing to yourself as you carried out everyday tasks.

Today had been taxing, 1A had been particularly testy and he had had to step in and stop a number of fights between the classmates and everyone else in the building. Not to mention all the other kids constantly goading the top class in hopes that they could get a rise from them. Honestly it was all childish behaviour and usually he would ignore it but today it so happened that it was his job to deal with it.

He walked into his room at the UA apartments and instantly relaxed when he heard you singing softly, he walked into the kitchen to see that you were frowning to yourself as you cooked. “What’s going on?” He asked as he walked up behind you gently wrapping his arms around your waist. “Nothing…” You answered as you changed the tune you were humming before shaking your head, crossing something out on a piece of paper a little bit away from you. “I’m trying to figure out the next few songs for the album.” “Mmm.” He hummed “I’m sure that you’ll make something amazing.” “You say that every time.” You narrowed your eyes as you let your head fall backwards to rest against his shoulder. “Have I been wrong?” He asked. “That is not the point.” You giggled as you squeezed his hands before continuing to make dinner. “How was your day?” You asked. “Hectic.” He answered “the kids are getting antsy.” “How so?” You asked. “1B is being particularly antagonistic.” Aizawa mumbled, pressing his face into your shoulder. “Well it’s not your problem anymore, let them fend for themselves for a little while.” You said softly, turning off the food and turning around in his grip. “Mmm, only if you show me those songs.” He said softly and you nodded. “Seems like a fair trade.” You finally nodded.

Taishiro Toyomitsu

🍡 You are the best thing that has ever happened to him period. 🍡 You have all the food that he needs, he’ll often come find you because according to him the best food he has had is the food that you have made for him. 🍡 Not to mention he’s always been a fun guy, he loves watching you perform any of your songs and even showed up if you filmed music videos, just for the support. 🍡 If he’s got paperwork to do or just odd jobs that require him to be able to hear everything going on around him, you can guarantee that your music is playing, through speaker or pair of earphones.

You are supposed to be meeting Tai for lunch, he had told you that he had been bogged down with paperwork. You knew that meant that he couldn’t leave the office but that didn’t mean that you couldn’t bring something to the office for him.

You walked into his agency and you could hear it before you even fully stepped into the lobby, a song from your newest album blaring from Tai’s office “has he been playing that all day?” You mumbled to yourself. “All week actually.” Kirishima corrected you, you glanced over at him and Tamaki sitting in the break area. “I’m so sorry.” Your face took on pity you couldn’t imagine dealing with someone playing the same album on repeat when it wasn’t your choice. “Ah it’s not so bad.” Kirishima waved you off but you didn’t believe him, instead you made a new promise. “I’m going to get him to stop playing that album.” You promised, you could hear Tamaki muttering something but you didn’t quite catch it as you made your way towards the office.

He didn’t even look up with you walked in confirming an earlier thought against knocking as he was unlikely to be able to hear you. You walked over to his desk gently knocking on the wood of his desk, he looked up at you and smiled pushing hush chair back and opening his arm. “There she is.” He cheered as you looked around the room trying to locate the control for the sound system. “You won’t find it.” “Where is it, you can’t keep subjecting everyone to this.” You stepped around the table reaching for the desk drawers, opening and closing each of them when you came up empty. “I’m not subjecting anyone to anything, I’m gifting them this.” Tai answered. “I’m not sure that everyone thinks that.” You continued searching still not finding anything, finally you turned to him, realising the many pockets on his hero suit. “Then they shouldn’t be working here.” Taishiro grabbed at your waist when you were close enough. “You shouldn’t joke like that.” You smacked his shoulder as you straddled his lap, hands moving to his pockets, he grabbed your wrist, the movement caused the control to peek out of his pocket, your tail shot out to grab it far to quickly for Taishiro to comprehend. The music cut off and you almost heard the collective sigh from everyone outside of the room. “You're no fun.” Tai pouted and you smirked and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “I’m plenty of fun but no one needs to hear my music that much.” You muttered as he opened his mouth to protest. “I don’t want to hear it, it’s lunch time, let's eat.”

Rumi Usagiyama

🐇 You and Mirko are the power couple of the century, the wolf and the rabbit, most villains were terrified if you two were the ones after them. 🐇 Mirko was never not promoting your music, she loved it and she honestly didn’t care what others thought. 🐇 You were never too bothered by hate that found its way to you through your music career but Mirko often took it as a personal offence and stood up for you in any way that she could, that often worried her PR team but like I said before she doesn’t care. 🐇 Mirko liked when you sang for her and only her, so she’d often ask for a performance at home, where it was just the two of you.

You’d been home for a while before Mirko came in, so long that you had showered changed and started dinner. You heard the door open and smiled when she peered around the kitchen door to look at you. “Good, your home.” She grinned as she walked towards you pressing a kiss to your temple “you’ve been working too hard lately.” “The same could be said for you.” You argued as you turned off the food walking “everything is ready, go wash up while I plate up everything.” “Fine.” She walked towards the bedroom and through to the bathroom while you continued with the food.

After eating you were both in the living room, the news playing softly in the background not that either of you were really paying attention, Mirko had pulled you onto her lap both of you talking in hushed tones about your day and the people that you had spoken to. “You know I missed you today.” Mirko changed the subject, she had been talking about some boring meeting that she’d had to attend, the only reprieve being that she was with Hawks, he made it a lot more bearable. “Missed me? You saw me this morning.” You pressed your finger to her nose and nipped at the air attempting to catch it as you pulled away. “I didn’t have time to listen to you today, usually I hear your voice throughout the day.” She explained. “Mmm.” You hummed. “Where is this going?” “I think after such a stressful day I’m entitled to a personal performance.” Adjusting you to sit facing her she knocked her nose against yours drawing your attention to her. “Personal performance?” You asked. “Whatever song you want.” The grin never left her face and her eyes never strayed from yours. “Right now?” You asked. “Is that a problem?” Mirko asked. “Just a bit sudden, I didn’t have a performance on my schedule today.” You shrugged and she leaned up lips next to your ear. “Come on for me?” And of course you did it.

Hizashi Yamada

🎙 This man has a radio show… I don’t think there is anyone who hasn’t heard whatever your newest song at the time is. 🎙 He will have his own renditions of your song whether that’s covers or remixes, literally dedicates a whole segment to you, man has no chill and also doesn’t know how to keep what he deems small insignificant secrets so that segment is usually dedicated to disproving rumours and telling little secrets. 🎙 No.1 fan, no one hears the end of him talking about you, Aizawa knows more than he should about you. 🎙 Your work colleagues are always calling you telling you that you need to listen to whatever your boyfriend is rambling about because it’s hilarious.

You groaned as you continued to listen to Hizashi continue to enthusiastically rant on about whatever it is that he’s talking about, you had stopped listening a little while ago but it had started with the newest villain arrest that you had made. You were heading to the studio considering Hizashi had gone well over what he had told you was the segmented time for his rant.

“There you are, I tried telling him a few times that he’s going over.” You nodded as you listened to the show runner who was leaning you towards Hizashi’s studio. He opened the door and you rolled your eyes at Hizashi sitting with his feet kicked up as he talked. “You need to end this show.” You said walking towards him but he just laughed. “There she is!” Hizashi cheered. “No, say goodbye to your listeners, time to go.” You ordered. “But I haven’t even played your new song yet.” He whined. “Who’s fault is that?” You pushed his chair away from the mic and leaned forward. “I’m so sorry guys, it looks like he’s gotten carried away again, you’ll have to tune in tomorrow to hear my new release.” You signalled to the other show operators on the other side of the glass and waited for the on-air light to go off before turning to Hizashi. “We’ve talked about this, do you remember what happened with Aizawa?” “I missed you.” He mumbled reaching for you, you rolled your eyes and lifted your hand lacing your fingers together. “That does not need to be everyone else’s problem.” You squeezed his hand prompting him to pull you forward, as he made a noise of disapproval wrapping an arm around you and resting his head on your stomach. “I’m finished now, so how about you pack up and we head home, spend the rest of the evening together.” “Really?” He asked. “Really.” You nodded, he stood from her chair before you had fully stepped back waving to everyone and announcing that he was leaving, while dragging you behind him. You rolled your eyes as you followed after him waving to everyone as you did, some of them mouthing a ‘thank you’.

Request Here!!

[simply-trash5]

BNHA Boys and Pro Heros as Types of Light Pt. 2

A lot of people seemed to enjoy the first round of this series that I did so I have decided to do another one! This second round was inspired by an anon who specifically asked for Iida...but I also included a few pro heros to round it out.

As always my inbox and ask box are open for requests of any type really--if you have any questions or just want to chat feel free to hit me up!

We will start under the cut with Iida <3

So when I think of Iida I think of Lamp light:

Iida is like late night reading in the comfort of a large, worn, leather chair. He makes you feel warm to your toes when you're in his presence as if you could fall asleep, but knowing he is near you makes you want to be motivated to do better; to be better for him. He feels expensive and classy, but he feels timeless. To quote Taylor Swift, Iida truly never goes out of style--.

Now Present Mic is Neon Lights:

He is loud and in your face. He is charged and full of energy at all times that sends a zing down your spine. I know this man smells like citrus and mint--am I projecting? Probably. Anyway, he is excitement. He is what it feels like to stay up past your bedtime; he is the head rush you never want to end.

Fatgum is Carnival Lights:

Fatgum feels like having cotton candy. He is sweet to the senses--all of them. The blonde hair, the blue eyes, the round rosy cheeks...He brings a smile to your face that cannot be stopped no matter how hard you try. He brings a sense of nostalgia to your soul when you're near him that feels like you're at a festival in your hometown and he has just won you a teddy bear...your heart might just explode.

Shouta Aizawa is the glow of a television:

Late at night, long after the movie is forgotten but the tv glows...that is what shouta feels like. It's quiet, it fills the room just enough to show the shadows of your lover's face to see the planes of his peaceful face as you hold him. It shows the way he runs his fingers along your arm slowly...the glow of that tv has seen so many secrets; much like Shouta. He is trustworthy, steady, quiet.

Hawks is the faraway lights of the city:

Hawks feels like when you drive just far enough out of the city to get away, but not far enough to know its not there. He feels like he isn't fully yours, but you will enjoy him while you have him. You will lean into him and kiss him while the blurred lights of the city shines behind you before he flies off to the other people you share him with. You'll remember what these lights look like forever and always hope that they will just be beautiful one day and not remind you that you share your hero with the world.

[uracutieraka]

My kind of woman

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You're makin' me crazy

Really drivin' me mad

That's alright with me

It's really no fuss

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Monoma Neito x f!reader

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Synopsis; Monoma Neito absolutely hates class one a, with a burning passion. What happens when class a gets a new transfer student that matches his energy almost exactly?

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Joint training days always had Monoma giddy in anticipation. Mulling over the different insults he was going to use on them today in his head. He's already spewing off taunts as he walks up on to the platform. Teasing the other class about how they were surely going to lose today.

A few of the one a students begin engaging in his banter, egging him on. He begins to say one insult he's been holding on to since the last training day. His eyes dart out to the side and he's glad to see Kendo is across the platform talking to Momo.

But before he can go to say anything he feels a flick to the side of his forehead.

"I might be new but you can't talk to my class that way asshole."

For a moment he thinks he might be hearing wrong. A new student?

His eyes dart over to you, a witty reply already loaded on his tongue, ready to shoot off when he sees whoever is to blame for interrupting him but the words seem to fall short when his eyes lock on you.

You are the most beautiful thing he thinks he's ever seen. Then your words register.

His eyebrow raises as he grists his teeth in frustration. Class one a just stays getting ahead don't they? Stealing all the spotlight and now this? Getting a hottie transfer student in the middle of the year? Yeah, to say he was pissed off would be an understatement.

"Oh? And who are you?" He now throws a sleazy grin your way.

You scoff and roll your eyes, crossing your arms.

"Y/n L/n. Don't forget it." A smirk tugs across your mouth, that he notices is shiny and gloss covered, he wonders what flavor it might be. Would it taste like cherries? Strawberries? Or maybe it didn't taste like anything in particular.

For the first time in his like, Monoma Neito has nothing to say. Well almost nothing.

"How could I forget a name a pretty as that?" He mentally pats himself on the back when he sees you blush and your body freeze, it wasn't long, within half a second you had the same smug look.

But it was long enough for him to feel himself buzzing inside, the kind of buzz he gets when he's successfully wound someone up.

He wants to keep this high going, but words keep seeming to fail him.

"Y/n!" You both look to your left to see who's calling you name and you're greeted with with warm sight of Mina waving you over, wanting you to join their group. He frowns slightly as you nod back and turn to him.

"Well, Monoma, I guess I'll just have to talk to you later." A sly wink and you saunter off towards your friends. How did you know his name?

"Wow, Neito, I think that's the first time I've ever seen you that quiet."

The voice sends a cold chill down his spine. Breaking his train of thought.

"Oh. Kendo, when did you get over here?" An awkward smile crosses his face but she just chortles and walks away. His eyes trail back over to you, curiosity filling them.

You chatter with your friends, happily laughing among yourselves. The same since of jealousy washes over him and he turns around to his classmates.

"Oh we so have to beat them today."

They lost, and Monoma made sure that everyone knew it was only because you played unfair. In his defense you did.

By some stroke of luck his group was paired conveniently with yours. He could feel his heartbeat quicken at the idea of talking to you again.

He might have been known to have a sharp tongue but you were an unknown to most, and it seemed he had finally met his match.

He was fast, but you were faster. Dodging his attack, while making quips at his constant failure to catch you.

"I heard that I was supposed to watch out for you, but I'm honestly starting to think my classmates were just pulling my leg."

oh? You had just made his blood pressure spike. His eye is twitching at this point.

"Your quirk would be amazing to see in action," You stand a few feet in front of him, hand on your hip as the other taps at your chin. "If only you could actually catch me." Now you shoot him a smirk, and another wink.

He tries to run towards you but he's so wrapped up in watching you and trying to find the right words to say back to you, and you're too quick. Hurling insults and attacks at him left and right.

He finally think he has a one up on you, he had used Mina's power to try and slide around behind you, you're even faster to turn around and press a kiss to his cheek before jumping away.

He didn't have enough time to register or activate his quirk as your group swiftly took him down, rendering him immobile and securing your win.

You watch him get dragged away by his red-haired friend, and you wonder if maybe she was more than just his friend. It's a silly thought but it's nagging at the back of your head for the rest of the day.

You're quick to exit your classroom, rushing off down the hall to the other one. You just have to know if the cute boy from class one b has a girlfriend.

You spot him walking and you go to say something to him but the girl from earlier walks out of the classroom and smiles at him before they start talking and walking away.

I guess that answers your question.

The next week goes by and you can't help but stare every time you see him, specifically at lunch, when he's sat at the table directly across from you and your friends.

"Y/n?" Kirishima says.

"Oh!," You snap your eyes back over to your table. "Sorry, kind of zoned out..."

Mina snaps up a knowing eyebrow before talking.

"Yeah on Monoma from the other class." The other students at the table now look at you expectantly, waiting for your rebuttal.

You roll your eyes and scoot before picking your tray up with a 'definitely not' walking away to dump your tray, unaware of the way blue eyes are watching your every move, and have been for the past week.

Finally after two weeks pass and you come to the end of your first full month at UA, your friends have had enough of watching you longingly stare at the annoying boy from their sister class.

Mina told Kirishima who then told Bakugo, but he didn't care and told him to stop wasting his time, so then Kirishima told Denki who told Sero and then Sero told Jirou, who told Yaoyorozu, who finally relayed the news to Kendo.

See the thing about Momo that you didn't know, was she was a freak for romance. She literally squealed when she found out you had a crush on the boy from the other class.

Thus, Momo set her grand plan into action.

It was your fifth week at your new school when Ochaco comes up you, Denki following her.

"Why is he with you?," Your face contorts in disgust and confusion and Denki gives you a confused and hurt scowl at your sudden animosity towards him but you only giggle and turn back to your brunette friend. "So what's up?"

She laughs before inviting you to study with her and a few other friends, but you’re quick to notice the way her and Kaminari exchange a quick look at each other.

“What are you two planning?” They stumble over their words but Sero saves them by swinging his arms around their shoulders and giving you a reassuring smile.

“These idiots are just embarrassed because they realized nobodies invited you to a group study session yet, right guys?”

“Right!” They both say.

You sigh and continue doodling in your notebook before looking back up to them, palm lazily supporting your head.

“Fine.” You’re still unsure of what they were up to but you knew it was something devious.

Monoma has the same reaction as you did. Sending TetsuTestsu a weary glance as Kendo tells him its important to study and keep his grades good. He sighs, deciding this battle is not one he wants to fight, especially with her.

“Whatever, but I swear if you guys are up to something…”

“We’re not!” She reassures her friend.

He knows shes lying, but he plays dumb. Curious as to what they were planning.

Mina and the other girls in your class are sitting in your dorm. Tsu is digging through a few boxes that you have left to unpack out of curiosity.

“Wear something cute!” Ochaco says.

“Why? We’re just going to study at the cafe in the school?” You ask.

Mina rolls her eyes at you. “Uhm because what if we run into cute boys or something?”

Your eyes dart around the room.

“Then why are you guys dressed normally?”

Jirou then scoffs and waves her hand around.

“Uhm, because we’ve already seen the guys at UA, so obviously you gotta make a good first impression.”

You give her a blank stare.

“That makes zero sense.”

She pouts and you turn around, still digging through your closet for something cute to wear.

“What about a summer dress? It is getting hot outside.” Tsu says.

You hum and pull out a few you have hung in the back corner of your closet.

“Good idea, but now the real test, which one?”

20 minutes and trying on each dress at least three times later you land on one. It’s simple and light pink. Perfect. Casual and cute!

Mina does your makeup for you because you said you felt too lazy to do it, and riding on that you convince Ochaco to help do your hair.

After 2 hours you are finally done getting ready. Looking over at your clock the time read 12:16 p.m.

“Shoot! We’re late!” Tsu says.

“Late?”

“Yeah we’re meeting up with some of the guys remember?”

You hum, but you’re still unsure of what the true motives are behind this random study session.

The girls walk with you to the school, and right on past the cafeteria.

“Uhm guys? Arent we supposed to meet them in there?” You say, fighting the girls who are pulling on your arms to keep you moving.

“Code red!” Mina yells and all of the sudden Ochaco has you floating in the air while Tsu has you wrapped up with her tongue. You fight desperately to break from there hold, to no avail. Eventually you give up and allow them to do whatever, accepting your fate.

Eventually you reach a study room that you didnt know existed. Tsu flings you in and Ochaco releases her hold.

You fall to the floor and groan in pain.

“Sorry!” She says and closes the door.

You run and try to turn the handle, sighing and allowing your head to rest on the door.

“They got you too?”

You jump and turn around at the sudden voice.

“Monoma! Oh god you scared me,” you chuckle a bit before looking back up at him. “Do you know whats going on?”

He sighs and shakes his head no.

“I wish I did.”

You frown and go to call Mina, who seems to be the ring leader of this whole plan.

You dig around in your bag and groan loudly when you realize that you either left it, or one of them snatched it.

You sit at a table and put your hand in your arms in defeat.

Monoma sits across from you and puffs his cheeks out while tapping on the table awkwardly.

After a moment you look up at him and let a huff of air blow a loose strand of hair from your face, head falling into the palm of your hand.

"So, uhm, why do you think they trapped us in here?"

He hums and shrugs.

"No clue."

You roll your eyes and get up, looking for another way out of the room. He watches as you move around the room, noticing the way you're dressed up, then starts thinking about his friends forced him to look nice even though they had only planned on studying. He thought it was weird when Tetsutetsu was shoving jeans and a nice sweater in his face.

Its as if something clicked in him at the idea of both yours and his friends randomly doing all of this. Heat creeps up his neck and he clears his throat in an attempt to stop it but fails when you turn around to look at him instead.

"What?" Annoyance laces your tone and he slightly shy away for a moment before feeling irritated at you.

"I was just clearing my throat, damn." He spews back, scoffing slightly and filing his arms over his chest.

You roll your eyes and put your hands on your hips, sneering at him.

"Okay, well are you going to help me figure you how to get out of here or what?"

"There's no other exits. We'll just have to wait until someone lets us out."

Your hands cover your face as a frustrated groan sounds from you. Dropping your hands you look at him for a moment. His blond hair looks surprisingly maintained for a teenage boy. You think for a moment before sitting down across from him.

"So, uhm, where's your girlfriend?" Your voice is slightly shaky and he notices. You watch as his face contorts into confusion at the question.

"Girlfriend?"

"Yeah the one with the ponytail." You say, confusion also all over your face.

He laughs for a moment and then looks back at you.

"Kendo is not my girlfriend."

Your face flushes in embarrassment.

"Oh." You say back quietly.

He chuckles before shaking his head and leaning back in his chair.

"Though I'm sure she wishes she was, who wouldn't?"

"Well, do you like her? You guys always seem awfully close."

He raises an eyebrow at you and a smirk sits on his lips.

"Why do you care so much? Ya' like me or something?" Though he comes across as cocky, his heart is nearly beating out of his chest at the idea.

You now feel heat completely envelope your face at his question, you roll your eyes and look away.

"You wish." Though your words are confident he doesn't miss the way your voice falters at the end.

"What if I do?"

You now quickly look back at him, eyes wide at the statement. Was he being for real or just teasing you?

"Whatever you're just saying that to get a reaction out of me." You cross your arms and watch his movements closely. His brows slightly furrow together at your words and for a moment you feel bad.

"What if I'm not though?"

"You don't even know me."

"I want to."

You hum in thought, wondering if he was being for real or just being a teenage boy.

“Well, what do you want to know? We got time to kill.”

You can see a smile cross his face but it’s quickly replaced with the same smug grin he always seems to have.

“Anything you want to tell me.”

You scoff playfully and rest your chin in your hand.

“You gotta be more specific.”

He sits back and strokes his chin in thought, humming loudly, only slightly glancing your way when a small giggle leaves your lips at his dramatics. Finally he looks back to you, eyes narrowed and the same shit eating grin on his face.

"So, you think I'm cute?"

You can feel the pang of annoyance in your eyebrow. Is this guys serious? You grit your teeth before scoffing, though you can feel the butterflies swarm your stomach at the current situation you're in.

"What if I do?" You quip back. This time you watch as his face grows red. Your eyes carefully scan over his every movement, watching as his adam's apple bobs down and back up slowly.

You slightly relish in the fact he's so nervous at a few simple words, but it's short lived as his cocky smile comes back.

"Well, I guess I'd have to say I think the same about you." He might have a cocky look, but you don't miss the way his face is flushed and his voice slightly shakes.

You both stare at each other for a moment, but you allow another shit-eating smirk to sit on your face.

"Well, Monoma, then I'll tell you the truth," You lean backwards until your back hits the chair, hands gripping the edge of the table. "I do think you're cute, yeah."

He shoots backwards and stand up quickly, you slightly jump at his reaction.

He laughs, and it reminds you of those corny villains out of hero movies.

"Finally! I have a one up on class one a!" He continues rambling on about how he 'won' and he's totally bagging the hottie ew girl before any of the other guys. You roll your eyes but the giggle that escapes your lips gives away you're true feelings.

He stops what he's doing to look back down at you. His eyes are wide when he looks back down at you.

"Wait do you think our friends planned this on purpose?" You hum back at his question, signifying you think they did.

He drops back into his seat and you nearly get whiplash at his change in emotions.

"Man, they suck, but also, I'm grateful they do."

You dryly chuckle at him, going to respond, but before you do the door swings open. Aizawa and All Might stand in the doorway.

"What are you two doing in here?" All Might asks.

You shrug and look back over to the blond boy.

"Ask your other students.," You grab your bag and start walking out, before you do you turn around to look at Monoma. "You coming?"

He jumps out of his seat and grabs his bag as well, hurrying over to you.

"Obviously!"

You just roll your eyes and walk through the doorway, turning to thank the teachers for letting you out. Monoma does the same and walks over to where you're standing in the hall waiting for him.

"So, wanna go get some Soba?" He nods quickly at you and slightly nudges you with his shoulder.

You beam up at him and nudge him back.

"Oh, by the way, you're totally paying." You skip off a head of him and he stares at you, jaw slack. He finally checks back in and chases after you, saying it's not fair to invite someone to lunch then make them pay. You just laugh as you keep running off, laugh echoing through the nearly empty hallways.

"That's an odd pairing, don't you think Aizawa?" All Might asks the long haired teacher next to him.

"No, definitely not." He replies, shouting the door and walking back towards the teachers lounge, the faintest of smiles on his lips.

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[indigosuvi]

Hizashi In A Relationship

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Hizashi loves to give you everything that he can. He doesn't have much free time working as a teacher, being a pro-hero, and working at a radio station. He feels bad that he doesn't have much time. However, he does all he can to keep you happy.

Rarely does he ever tell you no to anything. You want it? It's yours.

It isn't often that he gets home late, but if he does and you stay awake for him, he'll do the same to you. (Rip to both of your sleep schedules.)

He will try to politely tell you to go to bed. However, you don't budge on the subject. You just want to see him before you both have to work the next day. He makes sure to be home at a reasonable hour, if possible.

Dates might be at home, unless you want something else. He will make it happen and will do all that he can to make it great. He doesn't want to see you unhappy.

He loves seeing you in his clothes. It makes him the happiest for you to wear something of his. He doesn't have any objections to what you wear (anything is on the table). Except, please do not wear his hero costume. He kind of, sort of, needs that… Other than that, wear whatever. He does occasionally tease you about it or compliment you. He wouldn't go over the top with his teasing. However, he would get upset if you stopped wearing them, feeling as if he had made you stop wearing them.

He is very vocal about anything and everything. You know how he feels about anything. He is very open in communicating with you.

If you're a shy person, he will tease you when you become brave at times. He finds it cute when you become flustered and possibly stutter. He will absolutely stand up for you if someone makes you uncomfortable, if someone flirts with you, or if someone is being rude to you. It wasn’t his fault, but he feels bad for what happened and will do what he can to make you feel better.

He is very vocal during sex, complimenting you and telling you how good you make him feel.

It's great if you live alone or with him. Otherwise, your roommates are going to hear everything.

He loves to make you feel good, and in doing so, he also gets off as well. If you want to take charge and be on top for once, he has no issue with that whatsoever. However, he will tease you about it.

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[capricorn-writer-kawaii]

Our Hero Academy

Chapter 7 - It all started with that first kiss

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Pairing: Shota Aizawa x female OC

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

Words: 3.6k

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

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

Once again, thanks to @merrymonkey for illustrating this story. I love you, girl! 🥰

Chapter 7 - It all started with that first kiss

The two young heroes remained silent for some minutes in which Aizawa's brain was trying to come up with what to say or how to behave. Shota was terrible at those moments, he had never known what to do when someone was down, especially because with his only two friends, he never needed to worry about their mood, Hizashi and Oboro were always laughing and joking. Yet, before getting back to work, he forced himself to act, he cared too much about the girl to not try to do something. 

"Do you want to talk about it?" Kaori looked at him and couldn't help but find adorable his shyness and inexperience when it came to trying to keep a serious conversation. “I mean, if you don't, you might keep thinking about it while we work and…”

"Shota, why don't you just accept that you're being a good friend and you're worried about me?" Her question caused him to immediately blush and clear his throat.

"Fine, I'm worried about you, it's not normal to see you this blue."

"Do you remember the first time we trained together? I told you that heat and electricity are types of energy I avoid." Aizawa nodded, of course he remembered. "Before coming to the U.A. I was in charge of taking care of my brothers while my parents worked. We used to go to the forest, and while I trained, they played near me. They begged me for days to go to this place where my parents didn't allow us to visit not just because it was far from home, but because it was dangerous. Even for us who grew up between bushes and rivers, it was a risky zone. However, I was so reckless... I thought I could take of them with the control I already had of my quirk, but I couldn't be more wrong." Aizawa continued listening to the girl, anxious to know what had marked her back and forced her to limit the power of her quirk. Just by looking at her, he knew how embarrassed she felt of herself. 

"I took them there, and it was fine for a while until the downpour started. I thought it'd pass and we sheltered under some trees from the rain, but everything got worse with the lightning. That's when I knew we had to go back, or at least find a safer place, but since I was little, lightning terrified me, and that storm has been the worst I've seen so far. Because I got scared, I got lost and it took me longer to find our way home. When we finally made it, I realized that the youngest of my brothers wasn't there. Between the lightning, the rain, and the little control I had over them, I didn't realize when it happened." Kaori lowered her gaze, every time she thought back to that day, she relived how scary she had been. “I immediately went back, he was just a four-year-old kid lost in the woods under the worst storm you can imagine. I tried to decrease the intensity of the rain in the places where I searched for him, but if I did that, I lost what little control I had over the lightning. There came a point where I couldn't take it anymore, the river had overflowed its banks, and trying to control it was impossible. Luckily, I managed to find him, but the landslides because of the flooding blocked the path I had taken before. We couldn't even go around the river, we had to cross it and while we were doing it, my brother got hurt. I was desperate to check his wounds, and when we got out of the water... I couldn't think, Shota, I was a fool and leaned him against the trunk of a tree."

Aizawa went cold when he heard that, anyone knew how dangerous trees were in a thunderstorm.

“It all happened so fast. As soon as I saw the lightning, I tried to redirect the electric shock, but I failed. It wasn't just that, the tree went up in flames, and while I received the electric shock on my back, the fire burned my brother's face. I couldn't help it, I tried, I swear I tried, but I couldn't control the two energies at the same time. I barely managed to keep the electricity from touching him.”

Kaori did not refer to what happened after the accident as it was too painful to remember her little brother in the hospital crying from the pain of his burns. Also, it was terrible to see how time passed and his face kept remembering what had happened that day. Yet, the child loved her and now that he was older, he repeated to her that what had happened had not been her fault, but there would be no words that would make her forget the trauma of that day.

"Fire and electricity terrify me, and when I saw that Oboro received that shock, I couldn't continue with the exam." Despite how strong she appeared to be, Aizawa caught a glimpse of her friend's glassy eyes. “I don't want to see any other person going through that, but I'm still not good enough. Also, when I see my scar, I…”

Once again, Shota looked at her intending to wipe away her tears before they could even run down her cheeks, but he didn't let her, and gently took her hands. The boy did not stop there and Kaori felt how he intertwined his fingers with hers, Shota even caressed her with his thumbs.

"I was so rude to you that day. I'm sorry, I had no idea about this."

"Rude? Shota, you did nothing but take care of me.”

"If there's something I must learn from you, it's how to protect the people I care." Ignoring his shyness just for that moment, Shota gently caressed Kaori's cheek until he reached one of her pink locks and brushed it behind her ear. "You've let fear and trauma cloud what's truly important. Your brother is alive because you protected him, and your scar just shows how brave and kind you are."

"He got burned, his face will be marked forever."

“You were a child too, you did more than anyone, even a professional hero, would've done. Kari, you just need to be in the U.A. to polish your powers, you're already a heroine. You saved me too, in case you don't remember." He said with a sincere and tender smile. 

They both knew that they had little time left before going back to work, but Aizawa didn't want to leave without doing something else. “Let me check your back. It's been hurting you all night. Let me see if it's something serious."

Naturally, her first reaction was to say no; however, sighing, she sat with her back to him. 

"Can you help me with the costume?" 

Kaori didn't notice Aizawa's hands shaking as he moved her silky pink hair to one side so he could unzip her costume. Little by little, the young hero started to see the beginning of the scar that tormented her so much. It was huge, practically cutting through Kaori's skin from her right shoulder to below her left ribs. Aizawa couldn't even imagine how painful receiving that shock must have been.

Meanwhile, Kaori was not able to say anything, it was enough to fight with herself and allow Aizawa to look at her back. The tension the girl felt was so evident that he placed a hand on her shoulder, just where the scar began, to relax her a little.

"It's awful, right?" she asked barely audible.

"No," Kaori already knew him well enough to know that Aizawa was incapable of lying. "But I understand why your back was hurting you so bad. You cut yourself." The student's shyness had almost completely disappeared as he understood that it was more important to help her feel better. "I'm gonna clean those scratches and cover them, rubbing against your costume will be worse." In deep silence, Aizawa took care of Kaori's injuries.

It was the first time he could actually feel how smooth her skin was. No matter how careful he was, every once in a while a faintly audible groan of pain would escape, followed by an apology from the girl. Yet, Kaori knew that her friend was doing the best he could, so she closed her eyes and suppressed any other evidence of pain. 

“Shota, you're very considerate and I couldn't thank you for covering me up in front of the boys without even knowing what was going on beforehand. Also…thank you for staying with me during class, I know it hasn't been easy.”

One of the courses they took that year was focused on teamwork. At first, everyone wanted to team up with Kaori, they thought that her abilities would make her the perfect match, but she was far from it. While she could convert energy, she couldn't redirect it in such a way that her colleagues could use it. Her teachers hoped she could pass some energy to their classmates and help them fight better, but the truth was that because of the same trauma that she had just revealed to Aizawa, she would get blocked and end up hurting them. 

At first, Hizashi tried to train with her, but he ended up so hurt that he wasn't able to speak for several days. Kaori had tried to pass some energy to him, but she only managed to hurt his throat. Later Oboro came, however, the result was even worse than with Hizashi, as Oboro began to generate lightning from his clouds, and when he did, Kaori lost control and the professor had to intervene, but not before having to take them both to the infirmary. Naturally, that had scared her enough that she didn't want to try working with anyone else. 

“Sensei, I've thought a lot about this course… Hizashi's barely recovering and despite how strong Oboro is, he's still in the infirmary. Please let me do a different task.” She asked after the class ended.

"Hoshino, you can control how you pass energy to your classmates if you practice more."

“I don't want to hurt anyone else in the process. Besides…"

“You're worried because no one wants to work with you, right? Today you stood apart during the whole class. To tell the truth, I don't know how it didn't occur to me before, but yesterday when you stayed in the infirmary with Oboro, one of the boys approached me and offered to be your partner for the rest of the term. He's waiting for you outside, turn around." 

When Kaori looked at the door, she saw Aizawa waiting for her. The boy wasn't looking at them, he had his back against the wall waiting for her to come out so they could talk. 

"He tried to approach you several times, but you didn't notice because you were running away." The teacher commented patting her on the head.

"No." Kaori said sounding more determined than ever. "I'm not gonna work with Shota."

"Eraser, come here!" The teacher did not let Kaori say another word. Averting his gaze as usual, Aizawa entered. “Could you repeat what you asked me a few days ago?”

"But..." The young man's face immediately took on color. "You were supposed to tell her."

"Come on! What's up with you two? You're friends, you're always together! Why is it so hard for you to talk?"

The boys looked at each other for only a second and the teacher couldn't help but laugh at the speed with which they looked in another direction.

“Let's work together, I can erase your power if things get messy, that's what we've always done. The only difference is that this time we can try to incorporate something new.”

"Hoshino, you need someone who can help control you, who better than a FRIEND who knows exactly when to lend a hand?"

"Sensei, Shota, I don't think this is a good idea."

"Are you underestimating me? We've trained together many times and there've been many times that I have left you on the ground." Aizawa commented, unable to hide a somewhat mischievous smile.

"Eraser's getting more and more powerful. Imagine if you managed to transfer a little energy to him, you'd be helping him a lot." Seeing that the girl couldn't make up her mind, the teacher decided to give them some time alone, maybe so they could make a decision.

“Shota, I appreciate your help, but…”

"What's wrong? Am I not as good a partner as Hizashi and Oboro?"

"It's not about that."

"Then why are you avoiding me?"

“There are better companions for you, Shota. We can continue training with the boys, as we've been doing, but we won't work together in this class.” 

"I'm not usually easily annoyed, and I rarely get irritated by anything, but you're starting to get by refusing my help like this." The boy said seriously, he didn't understand why Kaori was so insistent on refusing to work together if she was the one who suggested it from the beginning. “Why did you ask them and not me to work with you? Do you really think that I'm not able to help you?”

“Why do you want us to do this together so badly? You already have your partner and you are doing well.”

"Because I don't want to keep seeing how you hurt yourself."

Despite being quiet, no one in the group had the facility to express themselves that Aizawa had. More assertive than any of them, when the young man wanted to, he clearly expressed his feelings, which showed how mature he actually was. Yes, he was a shy guy, but he was also respectful and considerate, so miscommunication was definitely not something that could happened around him.

“You keep talking about how you hurt the guys, but you don't talk about what happened to you. Stop thinking like a hero for a moment and think about your well-being, or at least let someone else do it.”

“Shota, you already did so much for me that day during the incident in the village.”

“Kaori, none of the times you left that infirmary did you do so with the permission of Recovery Girl. Every time your power gets out of control you're not only exhausted, but you consume all your energy. Recovery Girl told you very clearly, if you're not careful enough, you can hurt your internal organs, it's not just about breaking an arm. Ever since you trained with Hizashi you've had a hard time breathing, and yet you did it again with Oboro. It's not normal to see you so tired, and you have several days that you get agitated just walking from the dining room to the classroom. Besides, who cares about what happened that day? I didn't know there was a limit of times we would help each other. I don't know you, but I'm planning to continue working with you and the guys as long as I can, and if I need to help you every day of my life, I'll do it, Kari."

"I don't want to work with you because I wouldn't forgive myself if something happens to you again because of me, Shota! I've never underestimated you, I know what you're capable of, you're even better than all of us. I didn't choose them first because I consider them better than you, you know that's not true. When the four of us train together I always look for you before the boys. But this is different, this isn't normal training, and I'm afraid of hurting you."

"So you preferred to hurt them." Aizawa joked, managing to get a smile out of her.

“Well sometimes they are very annoying, Hizashi steals my food and yells a lot, and Oboro doesn't stop doing silly imitations. They deserved some of that." Her honest answer and the way she frowned was so funny and cute for the boy, that he giggled.

Those laughs… those sweet and warm laughs from Aizawa that were rarely seen made Kaori's heart lighter. How could she even think of hurting him? She couldn't… she loved him too much to put him in danger. Seeing him hurt once had been enough.

“I can help you, Kari. I can… I can protect you if you let me. I told you in the hospital that I'd get stronger so you wouldn't get hurt again. Everything will be fine, trust me.”

There were numerous times that both got injured, but Aizawa was right, he was the ideal training partner for Kaori, especially during that time when the girl didn't control her power very well.

They became so close that when they got hurt on a mission, they healed each other's wounds. Just like it was happening that night when Shota had taken over her eyes and back.

Back on the roof where they were resting, Aizawa zipped up her friend's costume and when she turned around, they both smiled at each other tenderly, the step their relationship had taken that night had been huge. Kaori had opened up like she hadn't with anyone, and Shota knew how to make her feel understood and accompanied by him.

“Ready to go back? We still have two hours of patrol left.” Rising to his feet, Shota offered his hand to his friend, who took it, and smiling at him, nodded.

Fortunately, Aizawa healed her friend's pain, because as soon as they returned to work, they had a lot to do. They ran into the bad luck that it had started to snow just as they had to deal with several attempted robberies. In one of those chases, they ended up running down a very narrow alley with minimal lighting. They had come very close to capturing the criminal, but had lost track of him.

"I think he went down the other street." Aizawa commented, leaning on the edge of the wall, trying to look into the distance, but no one could be seen thanks to the snow.

Kaori, who was behind him, tried to look, but since she was shorter than him, she couldn't, so she placed her hands on her friend's shoulders and stood on her toes.

“There's no one there, Shota. We better go back the way we came."

"I think that…"

Aizawa had turned to speak better; however, in doing so, the distance between the two disappeared. They had been so focused looking for the trace of the villain, that they did not notice his proximity. Kaori was still holding onto her friend's shoulders when he turned around and their lips met for the first time. None of them had time to process what was happening, one moment they had been looking at the streets, and the next, they were giving each other their first kiss.

Despite having been an accident and without any intention, that kiss shook every fiber of their bodies. Their lips barely brushed against each other, it was just a peck, but Aizawa felt her hands hold his shoulders tighter, as if she was holding onto them so she wouldn't fall right there. Meanwhile, the shy boy couldn't do anything, his body stopped responding from the moment he felt Kaori's soft lips touch his. That short but sweet first kiss paused and restarted their lives. 

Contrary to what anyone would have expected, including themselves, their shyness didn't make them jump miles away once they realized what had happened. Instead, the couple broke off the kiss by pulling away calmly, as if afraid something would crack if they moved abruptly.

"Kari, I'm sorry." Aizawa exclaimed barely audible, his gray eyes not moving from the ground.

"It was my fault." She responded without even being able to move her hands from the boy's shoulders.

They had no idea what to say or how to act. However, Kaori did dare to look at his face, and what she discovered she would never forget, Shota was smiling, he smiled shyly but lovely. The surprise caused by his reaction moved the girl so much that suddenly, something incredible happened in the area around them. Kaori didn't realize how or when, but she had controlled the energy that came from the snow and for a few seconds she didn't allow it to continue falling.

Aizawa noticed that something strange was going on and finally looked up from her. The boy gasped at the beauty of what was before him. And it wasn't just the snow that left him like that, but also seeing his first love with her beautiful pink hair full of snowflakes. That image became engraved in his heart. 

The same thing happened to the girl, who was spellbound looking at Aizawa. His dark hair was still half-pulled back in a low messy bun, and his black clothes were covered in snow. He looked so handsome that she couldn't say a word.

Taking his hands to Kaori's face, Aizawa tried to move a few flakes from her cheeks, but that was too much for her, and losing control of the situation, she turned the snow that surrounded them into water, causing both of them to be drenched in seconds.

"I'm sorry!" She apologized as she wished to disappear; however, that night Kaori heard an unforgettable guffaw coming from Aizawa, who in the long run, ended up making her laugh too.

Thus, first under the snow, and then under the rain, they had their first kiss and the most intimate and lovely moment. They didn't have to say anything to each other or do anything but enjoy that pleasant accident.

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[thefiery-phoenix]

YANDERE ERASERMIC X READER

It's been over a month since Hizashi and Shouta kidnapped you and you were going crazy out of boredom and with nothing to do. They assured you that living with them wouldn't be THAT bad since they could take care of your every need and you would never have to work again. 

To top it all, you were also quirkless but having a smart brain didn't exactly help either since hizashi and Shouta made sure to destroy all possible means of escape for you. They rarely ever punished you and most of the times, punishments included leaving you isolated for a few days and having your favorite things take away from you (YES, even the CAT!) but to be honest, life with them wasn't ALL bad... they were nice and caring towards you, in a sickly manner of course that sometimes made you want to barf

You were sitting on the bed that you shared with your captors and you were watching a movie on Netflix on your laptop. You were bored out of your skull and weren't focused on the movie. You missed your old life dearly and you've always wanted to be an author and get your work published. Suddenly, an idea popped into your head and you immediately started typing away on your laptop

After a few days, you finally decided to post your work online on Wattpad since you had a Wattpad account and you were an author there (Lol, I feel like I'm breaking the 4th wall). It had asked you to log in but failed even after you entered your password repeatedly. You decided to check your email to see if there was something wrong and when you entered your email id, you couldn't log into THAT too

''Hizashi, why am I not able to access my email?'' you screeched from the couch that you were sitting on while Aizawa and Mic were making breakfast for you. They came out of the kitchen sat next to you, cuddled you and Aizawa said, ''Now now kitty cat, don't tell me you don't know WHY we disabled your email now do you?'' 

''You. did. what?!'' you asked in a steely calm manner since you knew it would be pointless to waste your voice against them. ''Aww.. come on little songbird, don't be like that. We did it for a very good reason and it's for your safety. Who knows WHAT sort of emails you'll be getting from WHAT sort of people. They could try stealing you away and you would be in GRAVE danger without us and that's why you need ONLY us'' Hizashi chirped like he was explaining why he couldn't play with you 

''But.... I just need it for something. I swear I won't try contacting anyone! You guys can even be next to me if you want'' you pleaded with them as they traded curious and worried looks. ''Kitten, do you have a fever?'' Aizawa asked placing his hand on top of your forehead. ''Leave me alone, I'm fine'' you said grumpily

''What do you even need an email for anyway?'' asked Hizashi all curious like. ''Well, I've written a story and I want to publish it online so people can read it'' you said. Silence. That was NOT a good sign

After a few seconds, you heard Hizashi laugh and say, ''Oh you mean that action story which you wrote? It was quite good and amazing. Shouta and me liked it but tone down the violence all right baby? We don't want our precious little darling getting all violent thoughts now do we'' and started cooing

''Wait.... how did you guys even read it?'' you asked them confused as Aizawa said, ''From your laptop of course. You can't hide anything from us you know kitty cat'' and pet your head 

''So.... is it a yes?'' you asked them slowly. ''NO'' they both said in unison as you looked at them with sadness in your eyes and asked ''WHY NOT!?'' They hated seeing you sad. It broke and shattered their hearts into a million pieces, but they had to be firm with you

''We won't stop you from writing your stories and books. In fact, we'll encourage it but why do you want to share with the other underserving SCUMBAGS and filth who don't deserve to read your beautiful work?'' asked Aizawa. ''That's true and besides the internet is getting to be dangerous place nowadays so I think we'll have to limit your time of use on your laptop. We don't want to affect your health and it's all for your safety of course'' chirped Yamada enthusiastically as you leaned back in Aizawa's touch, silently crying as Hizashi wiped your tears away 

You were 100 percent sure that now they would CERTAINLY change the laptop password or make you use the laptop under their supervision for a limited time or not even LET you use it... but what could you do? You were helpless and powerless against these so-called pro heroes who wanted to save you from all the ''dangers'' in the society and you couldn't do anything but follow their rules and abide their conditions 

''Now come on and have some breakfast'' chirped Yamada and dragged you towards the kitchen as you saw Aizawa eyeing the laptop suspiciously. You knew you weren't going to use it any time soon, that was for SURE......