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princesssukuna · 4 months

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ᰔ 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕞𝕖 𝕙𝕠𝕨 ᰔ

MINOR DNI! 18+ ONLY Pairing: Aizawa x f! Reader

Word Count: 2.5k+ CW: Spanking, Biting, Making up, Sexual Tension, Angry make out, Smut with feelings, light BDSM, some breeding. Summary: What's better than talking out your feelings with your ex-boyfriend Aizawa when you can just show him how much you missed him? A/N: I was so into this that I started to write a fanfic of reunited lovers. Making reader an OC. Will upload soon here! :) (Also it's on my ao3/wattpad account already)

You set down your empty cup on the table as you lolled back your head and closed your eyes. You haven’t slept since the night one of your top students was kidnapped and the press conference was adding more stress on you. It annoyed you even more than ever. Wanting to just hide from them and find him yourself. You slightly hear your name, but decide to ignore it.

“HELLO! ANYONE IN THERE?!” You open your eyes and see Nemuri, the Rated X Pro-Herp Midnight, waving her hand over your face. You growled as you sat back straight trying to regain your thoughts again. You had completely lost yourself in the drink that you’ve just ordered, forgetting that you were at the bar.

“Don’t beat yourself up my cutie! That kid will be back before you know it!” You gave her a small smile and your turn around seeing your other two colleagues that had joined the both of you.

Toshinori, the Symbol of Hope, All Might in his human form. To his side was Shota, the Eraser hero, EraserHead. Both of them were right across from both of you, seemed to be in their own world talking about who knows what. You haven’t seen Shota all cleaned up since the days you both were students at U.A. You couldn’t help it but you kept your eyes on him a bit longer than you should have, because the second you realized you were staring too long you both made eye contact. Warmth spreads quickly all over your face. You quickly turn to Nemuri trying to brush it off but at your surprise you see the woman beaming with a smile at you. Well shit.

“Not a word.” you grinned your teeth as you started to get up from your seat with your empty cup. Seeking for it to be refilled. She grabs your wrist to stop you, “Come on, you can’t drink away this pain. You need to find another healthier way to release that anger you have.” she gives you a sly smile as she looks towards the man.

“Ugh Nemuri, I’m fine.” you shake her off from you, as you make your way to the bartender for your refill. You were looking down, busy brushing down your black sheath dress until you bumped into the wall. You looked up and noticed it was actually Shota looking down on you with his stern look as always. You stared back at him angrily, but deep inside of you the butterflies were going crazy in your stomach. The height difference between the both of you always gave it an extra kick. Unsure what was making you feel so warm all of a sudden. The alcohol or the way his dark eyes were preying on you.

“That’s enough.” he says in his deep voice as he brings up your hand with the cup and takes it away from you, keeping his hand on your wrist. You inspect the way his whole hand covers your whole wrist, and your imagination starts to quickly flow of where else you would like the hand to be next. It wasn’t the first time you had these sexual thoughts of him. You’ve been tempted for a while to feel his lips against your skin once more. You quickly shake your head and take a step back from him.

“I don’t need your pity Aizawa. I know what I am doing and I don’t need you breathing down my neck as if I’m a child.” You bite the inside of your cheek trying to stop the tears from forming. Ugh maybe it is time to stop drinking.

“No matter how prepared we were, we couldn’t have prevented this.”

“You liar!” you shouted at him as others from the bar turned around to see what was happening. “If you hadn't interfered, they could have taken me instead, but no. You made me stay put!”

You clench your fist as you keep looking up towards Shota. He doesn’t remove his eyes from you, and neither do you.

“Come on, I think it’s time to go home.” Toshinori tries to gently pull you away from him.

“You’re such a brat. I honestly still don’t understand why you even came back to work at UA despite your previous reputation you had -” you didn’t let him finish that sentence as the palm of your hand slapped him across the face. You were full of emotions, but the one that was taking over your broken heart was betrayal. Betrayed from the person who was meant to have your back since day one. Your first friend, classmate, and first love. You grabbed your purse from your chair and walked out of the bar leaving behind Toshinori and Nemuri with their jaws on their floor.

“Aizawa” Toshinori whispers angrily. He knew he had taken it too far and deserved that slap from you. All he wanted to do was to protect you, but instead he kept hurting you. Shota sighs as he relaxes his shoulders and grabs his coat that was on his chair. He puts it on as he brushes the strain of hair that felt out from the slap behind his ear. He walks out of the bar attempting to catch up to you.

“I swear if those two don’t fix the sexual tension between them, we will all remain miserable.” Nemuri’s comment made Toshinori fluster and scolded her to not talk about the both of you like that, as she laughed at him.

You were walking down the street in the dark back to your house. You were covering your arms with your hands from the cold. You look up the empty street. For once it was quiet. No cars, no people, just your heels echoing. It felt relaxing just seeing the street light guiding you through the street. The wind picked up, making you start to shiver. Suddenly you felt a coat laying on your shoulders. You turn to your side and see Shota looking straight forward, avoiding your gaze contact. You grasp on to the coat and look down. You both continue to walk in silence. You turn the corner and you arrive at your house. You take out your keys to unlock the front door, but you leave the key hanging on the lock.

“You can leave me alone. I don’t need you as a babysitter, Aizawa.”

“I didn’t come to apologize.”

Your heart dropped to the bottom of your stomach and you felt a knot developing in your throat.

You turn around meeting his familiar dark look. You examine his eyes starting to get red from the sleepless nights he has had. His hair bun slowly falling apart. Everything about him was slowly coming apart, except for his scent. His cologne is starting to fill your nostrils, making your heart race. You just couldn’t get enough. You both were a mess and you just wanted it to be messier.

“Then why are you even here? Why did you follow me? To keep belittling me? To remind me I will never be good enough!?”

“This whole situation is not even about you. Get a grip on yourself!”

“But my feelings are still valid! Ever since I came back all you ever done is brush me off like nothing ever happened between us.”

Shota’s face softens and for the first time since you have arrived. You see the same person that you fell in love with years ago. He brings your hand to your cheek and wipes away a tear that you didn’t notice that escaped.

“You think it was easy for me to see you on campus for the first time after many years without any contact from you? You think it’s easy for me to see you everyday smiling and laughing, knowing I am not the person who is behind it?! One day you’re calling me Shota and the next day you're just referring to me as Aizawa and it fucking hurts me.” Your back is touching the door and there is no space between you and Shota as he moves his head down to be at eye level with you. His hand was next to your face almost caging you in. Your chest is rising up and down against his.

“I hate you.” You said clenching your teeth.

“And I hate you too.”

He clashes his lips with yours with hunger and you return it back. It wasn’t the first time you have kissed him, but it was the first time you wanted to savor him. Your tongues meet as one of his hands starts to wrap around your waist. A soft moan escapes from your mouth and his other hand takes the keys from you to unlock the front door. You both entered the house kicking your shoes off while still tasting each other. You grab onto his tie guiding him down the hall to your room as he unzips your dress from the back.

Once you arrived in your room, you gave a small whine as you felt his lips disappear. You look up to him and his pupils are enlarged. Full of hunger and lust. You take a step back and you slowly remove your dress, while his eyes are watching it fall to the floor. Leaving you with just your panties on. Your breasts are exposed, flashing your hard, much needed attention nipples.He slowly examines your body, making a mental note of all the parts he wants to kiss, taste, and mark. The way the moon light was shining on your body made you look more beautiful than any other goddess in history.

He takes a step forward removing all the space between the both of you. He tilts your chin up with his finger, looking deep into your lustful eyes.

“Don’t ever leave me again.” he says in a husky voice.

“Only if you show it to me.”

Your lips meet again. Shota’s hands wander from your waist, making their way down to your ass. He slaps it, making you break the kiss and lolling your head back, exposing your neck. He starts licking your neck and biting it softly. He lifts you up, wrapping your legs around his waist, grinding into his dent. He groans at your movement as he carries you towards your bed, dropping you softly in the middle of it.

You give him a passionate kiss while your hands go to unbuckle his belt. Shota grabs both your hands with one hand and pins them above your head.

“You told me to show you, and that is exactly what I’m about to do.” he whispers into your ear, making you moan.

He takes off his tie and uses it to tie both of your wrists on your bed headboard. You gasped as he tightened it, making you rub your thighs together.

“Tell me you want me.” He demands, brushing his thumb over your bottom lip. Both of your pupils are enlarged, full of darkness and desire.

Shota pulls one of your legs over his hip, giving you a good slap on your ass. You lolled your head back.

“Do I need to repeat myself?”

You shake your head.

“I-I-want you.”

Your tongues meet again, fighting to get down on each other's throats. He moves to kissing you down your jaw, biting the side of your neck. Making you hiss in pain, but then soothing it over his tongue; leaving a mark stating that you’re his.

He starts sucking on one of your breasts as he starts kneading the other.

You moan in pleasure, feeling your panties getting wet.

He bites down on your nipple and a sudden pleasure scream escapes your mouth.

He hums in approval and switches over to the other breast as he continues to grin on to your soaking clothing. Your legs are thrown over his shoulder giving you access to your wet core.

Shota licks you down, kissing all your battle scars that you had from fighting. The traveling stops at your abdomen looking up to you. He is so damn lucky to have you under him. Your hair stuck to your face from the sweat, your gorgeous breasts raising up and down quickly, and panting out the beautiful moans that were music to his ears.

He gets on his knees to see a better look at you. He rolls up his sleeves up to his elbows, exposing his muscular, veiny forearms. He gets back down and slowly pulls down your panties as he keeps eye contact with you. He breathes on to your needy cunt, sending an electric wave up your spine. Gasping trying to form words, but your mind is just fogged up with him.

Shota licks you from the bottom up, humming in satisfaction. He digs his tongue between your dripping folds and starts devouring you like a man who has been starving for days. No. Weeks.

He inserts two fingers inside of you, making him tilt his head a bit down and hit your clit with his nose all at the same time.

You scream out a moan out from the shockness, trying to hide your face under your arms from embarrassment. Even though it is not your first time having sex, no one has ever made you scream that loud, let alone scream.

You take a look and you are greeted with his onyx eyes looking at you.

“Let me hear your beautiful voice again”. Shota starts sucking on your clit. The knot inside of you is about to be undone, and your eyes are starting to roll back from the pleasure this man has been giving you.

“Please,” you moan out, “I’m..I’m..going to cum”, you drop your head back on your pillow. Shota picks up his speed, hooking his fingers inside of you. You scream again, rolling your eyes back to your head, feeling on cloud 9.

You open your eyes, trying to catch your breath, and you see Shota wiping your cum off his face, as he’s taking off his shirt. You needed a break, but you knew well enough your break was about to get cut very short.

You get mesmerized admiring his beautiful sculpted body. You wanted to lick his strong muscles and leave marks on him. A mental photo of him won’t be good enough. You need a picture of him like this. You were so stuck in your dirty little slutty thoughts that you didn’t realize he was fully naked, aligning himself between your legs.

“Are you ready?” he asked you.

“For you. Always.” He leans down to give you a deep kiss. You gasp as you feel him slowly entering you. You arch your back and Shota bites down your shoulder trying to cover his grunt.

“You’re taking me so well, fuck” he says against your soft skin.

You keep feeling him enter you and you’re starting to wonder if you can actually take him fully.

Next thing you know he shoves the rest of him inside of you making you choke on your moan.

“There you go. Such a good girl taking my cock in your tight little pussy of yours.” His praise made you feel that knot develop once again. Shota starts to pick up his pace. Your breasts bounce and the slaps of your skins start to echo through your room. He licks his thumb and starts circling your clit.

“Shota..please” You plead him with your doe eyes. He comes to a pause, because the way you moan out his name was about to make him finish right then and there. He looks at you and gives you one more deep kiss.

“I want it..please…I want it all.” you whisper on to his lips. Your legs are resting on his chest in a mating position and he starts jamming you fast. You feel him so deep in you, that you know you will not be able to walk the next day. You loved the feeling he was making you feel.

You both moan each other's name. Shota finishes inside of you and you end up squirting on him. The both of you are not patting, trying to catch your breath.

Shota leaves to your bathroom that’s inside your room and you hear the bathtub water running. You’re about to fall asleep, until he comes back to untie. He picks you and carries you in a bridal position to the steamy bathroom, setting you between his legs inside the bathtub filled with warm water. Your head leans on to his chest and he tilts your face towards him. Resting his forehead on yours.

“Stay with me please” he says in a low voice.

“Anything for you.”

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anyon-else · 2 years

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𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔥𝔲𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔯 𝔤𝔞𝔪𝔢𝔰 𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱

pairings | keigo takami | hawks x reader + dabi, aizawa shouta, nemuri kayama (midnight), class 1a, oboro shirakumo (mentioned), shouto todoroki, yamada hizashi (present mic), all for one, kurogiri

warnings | angst, hurt/comfort, smut, blindfolds, oral sex, praise, fingering, violence, death, weapons, mentions of abuse, mentions of sexual harassment, description of injury, mention of child pornography, mention of non-consensual recording, discussion of themes present in the hunger games trilogy

status | ongoing ➣ next chapter: tbd

— the reaping (part 1) | keigo’s loyalty to you ran deep; deep enough for him to volunteer for the games in an effort to protect you. before today, he’d never considered volunteering as a real option. but seeing you walk to the stage, practically stepping into death’s hands, the words left him before he fully realized what he was saying.

— meet the tributes – broadcast (part 2) | tune in to a special broadcast from the capital brought to you by president all for one and our new gamemaker kurogiri! this broadcast will announce the tributes representing each district in the 74th annual hunger games. We hope that everyone watching will find a fast favorite, and may the odds be ever in our tributes’ favors.

— goodbyes (part 2.5) | dabi comes to see you and keigo one last time before you leave for the games. he finds that goodbyes are harder when you never expected them.

— steady, steady (part 3) | aizawa helps you and keigo prepare for the games. You want to say you feel ready, but the closer the games get, the more cracks start to form in your confidence.

— the interviews – broadcast (part 4) | tune in to hear from our tributes only one day before they enter the arena! our wonderful host, yamada hizashi, will speak with each tribute and give viewers the opportunity to hear how they are feeling as they anticipate the start of the games.

— let the games begin (part 5) | the games begin, and the tributes begin to realize that the arena may take them out before they can reach the cornucopia. kurogiri clearly wanted to put on a good show when he planned this year’s games.

— falling young (part 6) | as aizawa does his best to help you and keigo from outside of the arena, you run into possible enemies and possible allies.

— desperate measures (part 7) | keigo knew that escaping into his dreams was a bad habit, but it was one he’d never been able to shake. but waking up in the arena becomes harder the better his dream is.

extras | read on ao3 | spotify playist | inspo | main masterlist

#hawks #hawks x reader #hawks x you #hawks x y/n #hawks imagine #keigo takami #keigo takami x reader #keigo takami x you #keigo takami x y/n #keigo takami imagine #mha #mha x reader #mha x you #mha x y/n #mha imagine #my hero academia #masterlist #navi #emwrites

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chloeriversong · 4 months

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[New] Masterlist For Reader Inserts

Hi everyone, I've decided to post the newer version of the list of already-done reader inserts.

P.S, If the links don't work, let me know since I have been noticing that some links don't work. ^^'

>ANIME<

Dragon Ball Z/GT/Super

Boku No Hero Academia/My Hero Academia Nermuri Kayama [Midnight] X Reader Inserts [Fluff] Nemuri Kayama And Teen! Daughter Reader A Strong Bond Toshinori Yagi [All Might] X Reader Inserts [Fluff] Toshinori Yagi And Female! Child Reader Father Knows Best Part One

One Piece

Pokemon (Sun and Moon, Sword and Shield, Pokemon Legends: Arceus)

Shingeki no Kyojin/Attack On Titan

Kimetsu No Yaiba/Demon Slayer

>ANIMATED SHOWS/YOUTUBE SERIES<

RWBY

Hazbin Hotel Carmilla Carmine X Reader Inserts [Angst And Fluff] Carmilla Carmine And Hellhound Female Child! Reader Care

Helluva Boss

Blood Of Zeus

Transformers Prime Arcee X Reader Inserts [Fluff] Holoform Arcee X Human! Female Reader Jealously

Transformers Beast Wars

Star Wars: The Clone Wars and Bad Batch Star Wars Rebels Fenn Rau X Reader Inserts [Angst To Fluff] Fenn Rau And Teen Daughter! Reader Father's Care

Transformers Animated Prowl X Reader Inserts [Fluff] TFA Prowl And Human Female! Reader Human for Days

The Owl House

>T.V SERIES<

House Of The Dragon

The Mandalorian

>MOVIES< The Lost Boys [1987]

Alien Vs Predator/Predators Grayback X Reader Inserts [Angst To Fluff] Father! Greyback And Teen! Hybrid Daughter! Reader Reunion

Transformers [Bayverse]

How To Train Your Dragon (Along with the shows)

Star Wars Prequels and Original Trilogy

>GAMES<

Borderlands

Devil May Cry

Mortal Kombat Meet the Readers Sheeva X Reader Inserts [Fluff] Sheeva X Female! Human Reader A Family? Part One Milleena X Reader Inserts [Angst? To Fluff] Mileena And Teen! Daughter Reader Mother’s Love {Old}

Mass Effect

Skyrim

Hades

God Of War

Red Dead Redemption

Destiny

Monster Hunter World

Monster Hunter Stories

Resident Evil

Obey Me [Mobile Game]

>COMICS<

Marvel

IDW Transformers

Series that I need to rewatch or Replay: Undertale (Game) Toriel X Reader Inserts [Fluff] Toriel X Female! Human Child Reader School Days

Kuroshitsuji/Black Butler (Anime)

Bleach (Anime)

Five Nights At Freddy’s (Game)

Fullmetal Alchemist (Anime)

Naruto (Anime)

Supernatural (T.V Series)

The Walking Dead (T.V Series)

Game Of Thrones (TV series) Daenerys Targaryen X Reader Inserts [Fluff] Daenerys Targaryen And Female Child! Reader A Mother's Care Part One [Fluff with Mid-Angst] Daenerys Targaryen And Female Child! Reader A Mother's Care Part Two

JoJo's Bizarre Adventure (Anime) Josuke Higashikata [Part 4] X Reader Inserts [Fluff] Josuke Higashikata X Female! Reader Movie Night Once again, if the links don't work, please let me know and I'll try to fix it. ^^ RULES AND FANDOMS MASTERLIST FOR CANON X OC INSERTS

#Newest Masterlist #Masterlist for X Reader Inserts #Transformers X Reader Inserts #Mortal Kombat X Reader Inserts #Fandom Masterlist #I can't tag every Fandom #Will edit if needed

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reallyromealone · 2 years

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Dad! power loader x baby reader

Higari sighed as he held his sons carrier close, (name) sucking away on his pacifier while dressed in a little power loader onsie and glancing at the curious students while they walked through the halls.

The daycare had a flu outbreak and he couldn't find a sitter so he had no choice but to bring baby (name) to U.A.

"You ready to help bud?" Higari asked his son who clapped happily as they stepped into the teachers lounge and dropped his and (name)s stuff on his desk and setting little (name) down to go set up the babys bottle warmer "awwww babyloader!" Present Mic said leaning over the boy who just stared at the blond confused, who was this?

This was not dad!

"Hes awkward with new people so give him time" higari said as he came back and freed the baby from the carrier and held him in his arms, smiling when (name) patted his face excitedly as the two teachers began talking about their weekends "you wanna hold him?" Higari asked Yamada who looked excited "yeah! Hey little listener!" Mic said as he gently took the baby in his arms, bouncing him lightly "you're just precious! When Sho' and I have our own little listener maybe you two could be play mates!" He said cheerfully as (name) reached and grabbed his glasses off his face.

"You like my glasses? They are pretty neat!" He said as (name) waved them around before looking at his dad and handing them to him "oh why thank you" higari said with an amused smile and gave a look to Yamada as to say 'I will return these later'

"A child?" A voice rang out, the two men turning to see Small-Might walking in along with a few teachers "oh! (Name) is here!" Midnight said excited as she came to see the babe who bounced slightly, recognizing her as the lady he saw before!

His dad and her hung out sometimes so he got used to her.

"Is it safe for him to be here?" All might asked gesturing the the baby who was transfered to nemuri, the woman pretend dancing with the little guy "he's at U.A, literally the safest place he could possibly be" higari said already annoyed with the blond man "besides he will be with me all day because you know I'm his dad"

"Isn't him being in the support department dangerous?" All might said incredulously "no place for a baby!"

"All might my son is several months old, he's used to the sound of power tools" higari said "they practically serve as a lullaby to him and do you really think I can't keep my son safe?"

"I'm just saying---"

"Well please stop saying" Higari said seriously as he grabbed (name) gently and put him in his little carrier "watch" he said as he pulled out a little remote and clicked it and a force Field surrounded the babies carrier "he's safe."

Higari turned off the barrier and collected his sons bag and walked out the room, a brief goodbye to his co-workers as he went to class.

"Now let's make sure Mei doesn't explode anything bud!"

"ABABABA!"

"DAMN RIGHT BUD!"

#mha #bnha #power loader #power loader x reader #fluff #bnha x reader #bnha x male reader #x male reader

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elmouwus · 2 years

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♡ prologue • i.m, k.b, & s.t ♡

year 3!izuku midoriya, katsuki bakugo, shoto todoroki x f! midinights daughter! reader

summary – seeing your past lovers after so long sets the spark again.

warnings – none.

1278 words xx.

MINORS DNI, AGELESS BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED.

"Mom, I'll be okay, I promise," Y/N said as her mother bugged her about being worried about how she would be treated by her peers. The two stood in the teachers lounge going back and forth about Y/N's well-being, which they had been doing a lot lately.

"Sweetie you have to understand where my worry comes from, what if they bring up the rehab or they try to sell your secrets to the press. Or what i-"

She cut her mom off again, "Mom, you said I would be in the same class as Sho? Along with Kats and Zuzu right?"

"Well yes, but-"

“And Uncle Sho is my teacher.”

“Y/N”

“Mom we’re already here, at school you can’t just change your mind now.”

“Bu-“

"I'll be fine, Mom. My boys would never let anything happen to me. They've never even leaked anything about me to the press, I know I can trust them. If I still haven't earned your trust back, I understand but at least trust them, please."

"Okay," Nemuri sighed as she rubbed the bridge of her nose, "I-I trust them to look out for you, and Shota," Nemuri looked at her daughter's godfather who was lifting his head up from a stack of papers, "promise me you'll look after your god daughter. Her being in your class was one of the only reasons I was okay with her coming here in the first place."

"I'm her godfather aren't I," Aizawa stood up and rubbed his best friend's shoulder, "as if I would ever let anything happen to Little Midnight over here."

Y/N scrunched her nose at the nickname, "when are you gonna stop calling me that? It's so gross."

"When I die," Aizawa said simply before patting Y/N's shoulder, "now let's go, Tenya Ida will be here soon and I already know the rest of those brats are waiting for us."

•

Every morning since their first day at this school, there was always some kind of ruckus coming from the class 3-A room but today was different. It was filled with questions and conspiracy theories. Which was the norm but this particular day they were talking about a person they hadn't known the name of.

Just a week before their class representative, Ida, was instructed that a new student would be coming and that it was up to him to make the student feel welcomed, of course he told his fellow classmates so they could prepare for a new face.

"I bet it's a pretty girl," Hagakure stated as most of the class stared at the door.

Ashido smiled wide with Uraraka, "Another girl? That would be so much fun!"

"Definitely foreign exchange, all the faculty were involved with their arrival," Yaoyorozu interjected with her usual soft smile.

"A foreign exchange female student," Mineta said in awe, drooling.

The other students grimaced at him in disgust and gagged.

"It's quite weird that they're going to be arriving in our third year," Tsu added, "I wonder why they're transferring now."

Todoroki spoke with his hand over his mouth as if he was thinking hard, "perhaps another one of our teachers has a secret love child."

"Todoroki, you've got to let that go," Midoriya said as he facepalmed, "I denied that claim a long time ago, All Might is NOT my dad.”

"No, I will not let that go, there's no proof that he isn't.. You're sus and we all know it," the peppermint haired boy playfully glared at his best friend.

"Did Todoroki just use the word sus?" Kaminari and Sero said at the same time while they both raised an eyebrow.

"Yes, I've finally convinced him to let me teach him American slang," Ashido said, cheerfully with a few claps. Before anyone could say anything else, Aoyama, 3-As unofficial classified spy, ran into the room, "they're right down the hall. And she is-"

"What's she look like," the 'Baku-squad' of UA interjected all together.

Bakugo rolled his eyes while his unofficial squad gleamed over trying to get information on the new kid. He clicked his pencil in boredom waiting for the day to just go on.

Just as Aoyama was going to explain who the new student was, Aizawa came in with the principal and the student behind him, making the students rush to their seats.

"Class, I'd like to welcome.."

Bakugo along with the rest of the class looked up and everyone gasped.

"PRINCESS AIKA?!"

"I expect you all to make Miss. Y/N Kayama feel comfortable and at home, she is UA family after all," Principal Nezu said in his usual calm voice, "I shall leave you to it, Aizawa."

And with that their mouse principal had left and left them all in pure shock.

Three boys stood out in the class as they all practically had the same expression on their face, but all three had a face flushed and were in shock, which the rest of the class had but something in their faces were different.

All three of them looked like they had seen a ghost rather than a celebrity.

Midoriya's hand covered his mouth as tears came from his eyes; he hadn't seen her in almost three years. She still looked the same even after all of this time, he had tried to reach out but didn't get a response, which he expected. She was a famous idol now, she didn't have the time for someone like him.

Bakugo glared in confusion, he hadn't physically seen her in almost two years. She left basically without a trace and he wasn't going to attempt to run after her if she didn't want him around, he managed to avoid her music and videos at all costs to hide his feelings but seeing her now everything came flooding back, their memories together and all of the feelings.

Todoroki's mouth was agape and it was hard to read his face other than shock. He hadn't heard from her in a year. He kept tabs on her through his dad and her mom trying to reconnect but he wouldn't have ever guessed that she'd end up here, not after what they last spoke about. He actually thought that she was possibly gone altogether, but to see her now with her beautiful smile, he couldn't handle the rush of emotions coming back to him.The dark haired girl smiled softly and waved, "Hi, I'm Y/N Kayama. You all probably know me best as Pr-“

Bakugo, Todoroki, and Midoriya all stood up at once, "Y/N?!"

Kayama looked at the three boys and gasped as she ran through the small gap between them and smiled widely , "Zuzu? Sho? Kats? I didn't think you all would be here," she said with a big smile, before chuckling, "okay that's a lie if I’ve ever told one, you guys are almost as famous as I am, you're in the news more than me."

She went down the line and hugged them all tightly, she didn't want to let any of them go but she couldn't choose which one she wanted to hug longer so she did her best to hug them all for the same amount, "I've missed you guys so much! I just can't believe it's re-"

"You know them," all three boys asked in unison pointing at the other two.

"You guys know Princess," the class asked in unison.

Kayama giggled as she stepped away from the boys and looked at the rest of the class, "of course they do sillies, they're my past lovers."

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kaiisers · 1 year

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BOKU NO HERO ACADEMIA ꒰ heroes ꒱

contains mature content, aimed for +18 audiences. reader discretion is advised. most of these works are f! or afab! reader. ALSO! minors + blank + ageless blogs will be blocked.

⿻ last updated: jan. 13, '23

⌕ LEGEND

personal favorites : ♡

reader discretion advised, read content warnings : ✧

personal adds/assumption : italicized words

action between characters: &

𖨂 ⸱ ꕤ ⸱ TAKAMI KEIGO ⸱ 鷹見啓悟

exhale. ──── 1.3k

⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ with such a pretty neck, you must simply allow keigo's hands to wander.

cw. fem! reader, 18+, reader is in heat, mating, marking, hickeys, choking, asphyxiation, breath play, nipple play, cowgirl, riding, creampie, knotting, petnames, dubcon

flying through your ranks. ──── complete

⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ you’re an up and coming pro hero; fresh faced, roaring through your twenties with your highly successful U.A years far behind you. but when one little drunk slip up has you falling through the hero ranks, will a single pretty bird of prey help you soar back up? or will you end up falling for him?

cw. angst, fluff, smut. pro hero! au, social media au, fake dating!au. swearing ( mostly bakugou ), suggestive, rated 17+, slight!age gap, everyone is aged-up into their twenties since they’re pros now

✧ hades. ──── 5.4k

⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ as a naive little girl in love you make a deal that gets you stuck with the unrelenting god of the underworld, and no matter how sweet he may fuck you…you’ll spend all of eternity hating him if you have to.

cw. hate sex. please read for your own safety! mdni, smut 18+, heavy smut, mentions of death, restraints, marking, branding, creampies, thigh riding, impact play, nipple play, multiple orgasms, possesive sex, hate sex, unprotected sex, fem!reader, hades!hawks.

oh captain, my captain. ──── 2.2k

cw. smut. pirate au, gn!reader, captain!hawks, first mate!reader. sub!hawks, pegging, handjob (m!receiving), cumplay, whiny hawks needs his first mate to ease his stress <3

refuge. ──── 3.6k

⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ you maybe underestimated what exactly a ‘rut’ was like.

cw. smut. rut au. breeding, praise kink, oral, piv sex, ‘ruts’/’heat’ trope. discussion of pregnancy and birth control, bird themed pet names i think they are cute idk. afab reader with fem pronouns

𖨂 ⸱ ꕤ ⸱ AIZAWA SHŌTA ⸱ 相澤消太

♡ as it was. ──── completed

⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ Where do you go now? When a love you thought to be unshakeable starts to fall apart before you could even try to piece it together? When Nemuri urges you to take a trip to the beach house in Okinawa with Aizawa in an effort to save whatever is left of your marriage, you’re hesitant. Not sure where to go or how to navigate this situation. But you take the opportunity anyway, maybe a month away will force whatever the both of you have been burying deep inside to the surface. Unsure if it will lead to devastating heartbreak or lost love to be found again.

cw. Shouta Aizawa x Fem!Reader. Established Relationship, Marital Problems, Beach House Setting, Flashbacks, Canon Divergence, Angst with a Happy Ending, Explicit Sexual Content(18+ only)

♡ fill my little world (right up). ──── 20k+

⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ you are employed by aizawa shouta to nanny for his vulnerable adoptive daughter eri while he’s at work. as time passes you find yourself equally smitten with them both, longing for a more permanent place in their family.

cw. AFAB reader, no quirk au, single dad aizawa (+ adopted daughter eri, + prev. foster son hitoshi), professional nanny reader, falling in love, fluff and angst, slice of life, child ptsd + past child abuse (eri), aged-up characters, best friends touya + rumi, brief talk of a parent with addiction (hitoshi), domesticity, handling of child trauma, finding your place in a family, eventual smut, vaginal oral sex (reader receiving), a lot of kissing, no power dynamic

i know i cannot heal you but i will hold you here forever. ──── 2.5k

cw. 18+ minors dni + gn reader + bottom reader + hurt/comfort (? kinda i think) + both of them being touched starved + sleep deprivation + pre-established relationship + oral (reader receiving).

♡ lap cat. ──── 7.8k

⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ you never thought you’d be the type of person to own a hybrid, but after learning his odds of adoption are low due to his age, you can’t just leave Shouta behind.

cw. NSFT, AFAB reader, hybrid au (half animal half human), cat hybrid aizawa, NOT A/B/O, transformations (shifting between cat and human), brief look into the politics of hybrids (we like autonomy in this house folks, but I'll say dubcon just in case), animal characteristics (behavioural and physical), fluff and smut, voyeurism, male masturbation, unprotected vaginal sex, creampie, roommates(?) to lovers, brief mentions of child abuse (reader is a child therapist)

take yours, I’ll take mine. ──── 3.3k

⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ Shouta carried a multitude of skills under his belt, and one of them happened to be knowing how to ration his energy. The exhaustion that came with being both an underground hero and a teacher at UA was unavoidable, and he had learned over the years what does and does not require his full effort. Mornings in bed with you requires very little of him.

cw. AFAB GN reader, established relationship, bottom aizawa (called love and baby), morning sex, reader is a giver, light somno, no power dynamics, anal fingering (aizawa receiving), handjobs, pegging (reader wears the strap; referred to as ‘your cock’ a few times), missionary position

true heat.

⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ Quirks may be one step in human evolution, but the secondary genders are another. Alpha, Beta, or Omega: everyone presents one way or the other by their 21st birthday. You're a college student at UA University with a little problem; you have yet to present. With your 21st birthday approaching rapidly, something has to happen, and soon. Aizawa is a teacher at UA University, and an Alpha. So when his favorite student is suddenly ill, he does what any concerned teacher would do. Right?

cw. Aizawa x AFAB! Reader. Reader has female parts, all the typical A/B/O tropes, professor/student relationship.

who do you belong to? ──── 4.2k

cw. fem reader. smut, cursing

𖨂 ⸱ ꕤ ⸱ TODOROKI ENJI ⸱ 轟炎司

cola. ──── 2.4k

cw. smut. pro hero!enji x pro hero!reader sex Pollen, Cheating, Breeding, Public Sex

daddy’s favourite issue.

⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ loving the great endeavor was a euphoria you never wanted to quit. he was an inferno, a blazing glory of an old man who doesn’t talk to his kids because they all hate him. he’s a bad man wrapped in the packaging of a good guy, a hero.

cw. smut, rough sex, riding, sugar daddy au, filth.

give and take. ──── 5.0k

⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ enji has always thought pain was good, that it meant he was well on his way to the top. but you seem to make him have doubts when your touch is gentle like that.

cw. smut. established relationship au. afab! reader, dom! reader, hand jobs, edging, humping, cock slapping, slight degradation, ruined orgasms, unprotected sex, cowgirl, creampie, praise, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, slight breeding kink, mentions of toxic families (it’s the todoroki’s hello), enji and rei are implied to be divorced (no cheating or home-wrecking)

moth to a flame. ──── 6.6k+

cw. explicit, smut. authority/power-play, boss/employee relationship, age-gap, size difference/size kink, public heavy petting/fingering, rough sex, desk sex, praise kink, use of “good girl,” light choking/breath play, hand pressed over reader’s mouth, hair pulling, creampie (Enji is implied to be divorced, no cheating) trapped in an elevator for a while, so warnings for claustrophobia and elevators in general.

oni’s heart. ──── completed

cw. Yakuza AU series: Alpha Enji Todoroki x Omega Reader. Illegal activities (crime family), mentions of drugs, alcohol, and human trafficing, heavy mentions of blood and (very light) mentions of murder but TW, mating, biting, knotting, bonding, creampie, primal kink, scent kink, mentions of past domestic abuse, mentions of past childhood trauma (Shoto’s scar), kidnapping, comfort after hurt. (Happy ending I promise, I don't like to leave things sour)

when is a monster not a monster? oh, when you love it. ──── 12.4k

cw. fire demon! enji todoroki x fem! reader. exophilia/teratophilia, size difference, virginity loss + inexperienced reader, mentions of human sacrifices, mentions of demonic transformation, mentions of death/dying, kidnapping, strangers to lovers

♡ when the smoke clears. ──── 17.4k

⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ After his battle with Hawks against Hood, Endeavor wakes up in the hospital to find that a young doctor saved his life, their quirk being able to counteract the negative effects of his own. His first thought is that he has to talk to you–you might be able to fix the drawbacks of his quirk. His second thought is oh no, not again.

cw. slow burn, smut. 18+, spanking, quirk play, age difference (Endeavor is 46, reader is 29) Soulmate AU.

soft.

cw. Enji Todoroki x Chubby F!Reader - SMUT. breeding kink, chubby reader, Enji carries reader, unprotected sex, mentions of pregnancy

#⨳ 𓏲˖ 📓 ˖ ࣪ recs archive ָ࣪ 𓏲⋆.#🖇️ ˑ ִ ֗ my hero !#﹙ ❀ ﹚ — takami #﹙ ❀ ﹚ — aizawa #﹙ ❀ ﹚— endeavor #﹙ ❀ ﹚ — endeavor

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forcefullyawake · 2 years

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Part of the My Big Bang Academia Collab!

Pairing: Nemuri Kayama x F! Reader

Rating: General

Tags: First meetings, Jedi bullshit, strangers to friends, younglings, training.

WC: 1.9k

Summary: One day, you make a ball float from the from shelf down into your hands. The next day two men pick you up and tell you that you can use something called the Force. You're taken away from everything you've ever known, and meet another youngling named Nemuri.

Everything changes.

A long, long time ago in a Galaxy far, far away… War looms on the horizon! A new villain is stepping forward from the shadows. The mysterious ALL FOR ONE and his apprentice have a spy in the JEDI ORDER to learn their battle plans and sow discontent. The ORDER and the REPUBLIC scramble not only to find who has betrayed them, but ensure as well that evil will not overtake them. Two JEDI are faced with a choice: to carry on in the light or fall into darkness?

The very first memory you have is holding your hand out to make the toy on the shelf fall off and fly into your hands. If you concentrate very hard you can remember that brief, shining moment; the joy you felt with your prize solidly in your hands. It’s the moment your life changed forever, the cataclysmic moment that sent you on the path you walk.

The second memory you have is the moment right after that- when your mother started screaming. You can feel her terror through the Force even to this day. This, this you remember it all: the way she flinched away from you for the next week, the way her hands shook when she had to touch you, the way she almost sobbed with relief when two men showed up at your family’s door, telling her not to worry.

They would take you, the men said. This is a good thing, they told your mother, told you. Strong with the Force, they called you. An anomaly; a miracle.

When they took you, you remember them telling her not to fear. If any of your siblings showed the same abilities, they would be back.

You remember the shake of her head, before the sound of a slamming door.

It’s cold in the shuttle when you wake up, though someone has haphazardly thrown a blanket over you. Across from you sits a blonde man- an impossibly large blonde man, wearing robes in various shades of beige. He nearly blends into the shuttle wall. When he smiles at you, it’s warm like the sun. You think back to the name he gave your mother- Master Toshinori (and Master Todoroki, just as large but never stepped over the threshold of your home).

“You’re awake!” He says, his voice almost too loud for the confined space. It earns him a shout from the cockpit. When he continues his voice is lowered, almost a whisper, “You’re awake! Enji was concerned that you wouldn’t.”

You don’t answer him. You frown instead. It doesn’t seem to bother Master Toshinori.

“We’ll be landing soon, at the temple,” He explains, checking the time, “That’s where you’ll stay from now on, with the other younglings.” More frowning. He explains to you more and more, and more and more you worry. You’ve never been more than fifty feet from your front door. The only people you know are your family.

And now Master Toshinori tells you to forget them all.

The frown doesn’t leave your face.

The temple is large, and despite landing on a tower for it, there’s only buildings as far as you can see. Every color from your old planet- gone, drowned now in a sea of chrome and silver and black.

There’s someone in your room when they take you there- another girl who looks your age, eyes as big as yours, her own mouth frowning as well.

“Nemuri,” Master Enji says, “this is your new roommate. Behave.” Just like that the men are gone. You’re left alone with this stranger who looks at you like she might hate you already. She gives you another long look, and stars you didn’t know another child could look that angry. She turns away from you without saying anything.

You wonder what your mother made for dinner.

The first week of lessons happens, and you’ve yet to be able to replicate making something fly to you.

Nothing you do seems to help you relax enough into being able to use the Force. Every day for a week you stand in front of a class, hand thrown out in front of you, face screwed up in concentration as you try and reach for that well of power in you. Nothing happens the first day, to be expected Master Toshinori says, you must be nervous.

And then nothing happens on the second day, the third, a week passes, a month. You wonder if they’re whispering about you- the Masters, the students, you even wonder about the droids. Every failure causes another crack within you, the seeds of self doubt blooming into a field of self loathing.

“You don’t belong here, do you?” Nemuri whispers to you one night, in the darkest part of it. She doesn’t even sound judgemental, just sad, the pity in her voice evident.

It makes the whole thing worse.

“You have to let go of the past,” Master Toshinori tells you. He tells you this a lot.

He’s taken you under his wing now- this mountain of a man who smiles at you everyday, even on the days you cry and fail and tell him you want to go home. It’s not even a training room but an artefacts room- Master Toshinori had seen your interest piqued and taken you to it, thinking it might help relax you into using the Force.

“Kill it, if you have to,” Another voice says, reminding you that the two of you aren’t alone in the room. Master Todoroki is with you, with Nemuri not far behind him. Her eyes follow you as you pace, trying to look within yourself for the Force, the blue of them cold as ice. It’s hard to block it out.

You close your eyes, trying hard to block them all out when there’s a simultaneous beeping from the belts of the Masters. Cracking one eye open you watch them both check the message they’ve received from the council and share a glance together before nodding.

“Master Nezu calls for us,” Master Toshinori says, “We will be back soon. Wait here for us, younglings.”

“Don’t touch anything,” Master Enji says, not looking at either of you as they leave. Your eye closes back down, and you stand stock still, trying to relax your muscles one by one, starting from your feet up. You think about the legacy that surrounds you, the history- a thousand generations of Jedi have walked these same halls, their hands touch the artefacts that line the room. They didn’t read the books on the shelves- they wrote them. You’re able to relax to your knees before Nemuri talks.

“There’s no use trying,” Her voice comes from right in front of you, shocking your eyes open. You don’t say anything, scowling at her as you turn away. The moment of pity she gave you in, all those days ago, has passed from her completely. You can hear the soft rustle of her robes as she walks around you, trying to get back into your face. “Seriously, I hear my Master tell yours all the time.”

That’s not true, you want to insist to her. But you can’t. Her words echo the fears that live in your heart. That there was a mistake in bringing you here, that making that toy fly to you was just a fluke.

“It’s only a matter of time before they send you back home,” She says, her voice sing song, but its the thought of returning that gets to you. You think of your mothers face, of the sobs, of the slam of the door behind you. There’s no returning to your home. You don’t have a home, not really, not anymore. That’s what Master Toshinori tells you. The galaxy is your home. You should remind Nemuri of the teachings, like a good youngling.

“Shut up,” is what comes out instead, hissed out of you as your fists clench at your sides. “You don’t know what you’re talking about!” You know that’s where Nemuri falters- you’ve seen her stay awake reading, going over books and tests from the older students, trying to know more than every other person they know, trying to make herself important.

A flash of pain washes over Nemuri’s face before it’s gone, replaced by anger. She shoves you, the most violent thing that’s ever been done to you. It knocks you back slightly, and your own hands come up, ready to retaliate but you remember the lessons that have been drilled into you over the past weeks and take a deep breath, trying to steady yourself.

“Hey!” Nemuri shoves you again, lighter this time, getting your attention, “Don’t brush me off. Maybe this is why you can’t connect with the Force. This is why they’re going to send you home. You’re not supposed to ignore your emotions- you’re supposed to use them!” It takes all of your concentration not to reply to her that you don’t concentrate on using the Force.

And, in the corner of the room, a vase cracks in half.

It feels like your entire heart shatters with it, the doubts you’ve stuffed down inside of yourself spill to the surface, sending tears streaking down your cheeks. Panic wells in your chest, the thoughts of your master returning to see that you used the Force- but used it and broke something. If he was on the fence about sending you home then, your fate is surely sealed now. There’s no way they will let you stay after this.

It sends you to the ground, the thought of returning to a home that’s no longer yours, shoulders shaking as you try to reign in your emotions. You can feel Nemuri hovering near you, hesitant to get too close to your crying figure. If you were in a better state of mind, you might notice how you can feel her through the Force, but for now you can simply feel her hand come to rest on your back in an act of comfort.

Nemuri doesn’t speak, rubbing at your back until you stop crying. She stays down on the ground with you, not speaking but projecting her apologetic nature through the Force, trying to say things silently. It takes a few more minutes until your terror has subsided enough to let the other girl speak.

“I-” She starts, looking into your eyes, before being cut off by the sound of the door opening. The two of you jump to a standing position, and you’re surprised that Master Toshinori can’t hear your heart pounding from the door. Master Toshinori seems oblivious to your discomfort as he strolls back in, and for a moment you wonder if he hasn’t noticed; maybe, just maybe, you can get away with it.

But Master Enji pauses in the doorway, his keen eyes looking over his pupil, and then to your guilty face, and then to the vase in the corner. His shoulders stiffen, just enough to let you know that you’re in deep trouble.

“I did it.” Nemuri says, without a moment’s hesitation, taking a small step forward- placing herself between you and Master Enji. “I was trying to show off, Master. I broke the vase.” Maybe you passed out when the vase broke, because clearly you’re dreaming. A hallucination, maybe? You’ve heard from others in the temple that the Force can be used to manipulate people.

Because you know, without a single doubt, that there is no way in the world that Nemuri is taking the fall for you- without you asking. She’d only just comforted you- to stop you from crying the tears she caused. Maybe this is another cruel joke of hers, too, you think.

Master Enji looks from Nemuri, to you, to the vase and simply sighs.

“Don’t let Nezu see what you’ve done,” He tells the two of you, turning back out the door. Nemuri makes to follow him immediately, but you hesitate, torn between waiting for your Master (who is now examining the vase with a frown) or catching up with them. Nemuri makes the choice for you.

“Come on,” she whispers, reaching back to link her fingers with yours, tugging you along with her. Her hand is warm in yours; comforting and relaxing. You let her tug you forward, into the light.

For the rest of your training, you stay one step behind Nemuri.

#mybigbangacademia #nemuri x reader #nemuri kayama x reader #my hero x reader #my hero academia fan fic

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fatkish · 1 month

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Hi! I'm a big fan of the work you do, and I was hoping that I could make a request! Headcanons for Midnight, Mt Lady, Ryukyu, and the Wild Wild Pussycats (Sorry if this is a lot! Please feel free to take as much time as you need if you choose to do this! Also I think that the Wild Wild Pussycats deserve more love from the MHA community) with their adopted son or daughter who suffered from abuse by their previous family and now has a hard time dealing with their trauma.

I'd really appreciate it! Hope you're having an awesome day!

(Sorry for not including Mt. Lady, Pixie Bob, Tiger or Ragdoll. I tried to look up their character profiles but I just couldn’t come up with anything for them or I just couldn’t picture them actually looking after and taking care of a child, sorry)

Midnight, Ryukyu and Mandalay x Adopted, Abused Child Reader

The story here is that your parents were drug addicts or criminals that basically ignored you. You were 8 when you were saved. Each of these guys have different scenarios on how they found you as well as how your life is with them. (Sorry if it’s a little redundant)

Midnight:

Your parents were drug addicts that cooked meth and barely ever paid you any attention

You had gotten used to constant hunger and had learned to live off of dumpster diving

You’d go to the dumpsters behind stores and collect whatever goods/food you could find

Places you often went to were beauty stores since you learned that there was money to be made by selling the products that the stores dump

You were quirkless which is why you were constantly on your own. You’re parents had no idea where you were half of the time and didn’t care

One day when Nemuri had the day off she saw the dirty and malnourished child walk into the alley behind the makeup store

She followed you and saw you climb into the dumpster and start filling up a small backpack with items from the dumpster such as lotions, lipsticks, foundations, perfumes, etc.

When you had finished, you climbed out only to see Nemuri staring down at you

When she asked what you were doing, you immediately tried to run away but she quickly used her quirk to put you to sleep

After finding out about your situation when she brought you to the hospital, your parents were arrested and charged with child neglect and endangerment

Nemuri noticed that you would rarely ask for things and had a hard time advocating for yourself

If she didn’t bring something up first, then you’d likely ignore it or wouldn’t say anything

You felt immense guilt in simply asking for a snack or a hug or things like that

So she started having you use a journal to help you understand and validate your feelings. She’d leave a notepad with a box for you to write down your thoughts and feelings so that you guys can read them together when she has the time

Ryukyu:

You had been another child who was used by the Shei Hassaikai. Your quirk allowed for your blood to cure all types of illnesses

Your parents sold you to Chisaki due to them being in debt and needing the money

Chisaki was using you to create vaccines

When the Raid took place, you managed to escape but were terrified of men

Since Ryukyu was one of the few females involved, she decided to adopt you

You originally hated touch but learned to love it after awhile

Your favorite thing is cuddling with Ryukyu

Ryukyu brings you to her agency and has you do your homeschooling there. If you want to go to public school then that’s fine, but while you’re healing, you get to stay with her

She tells people to let you come to them instead of walking up to you

Nejire is like a big sister to you

Wild Wild Pussycats, Mandalay:

In this case, your parents weren’t as bad, but they weren’t the best. They struggled to understand you and how your mind worked which ultimately led them to unintentionally neglecting you

You were a very quiet child and had a hard time with talking, not that you couldn’t talk, it’s just that speaking was very difficult for you

Your parents lived in a cabin in the woods and you loved it, until a forest fire broke out, you see, your quirk is fire manipulation, basically fire bending, you were playing outside at night when you accidentally set fire to the forest

It quickly spread and ended up consuming your home at night, your parents tried to drive away but they realized you weren’t with them which led them to suffocate from the thick smoke whilst they searched for you

You thought your parents abandoned you so you stayed put in your little tent in the woods. Your quirk allowed to keep the fire at bay but the panic and fear caused the flames to out of control

When the Wild Wild Pussycats got the call, Ragdoll reported your location and quirk. Pixie-Bob used her earth manipulation to smother the flames. While Tiger searched the area, Mandalay tried talking to you telepathically

She helped you breathe and calm down, as you breathed, the flames seemed to grow and shrink with your breathes. After you calmed down, Mandalay eventually reached you and brought you to their place in the woods

Originally you were terrified of fire due to the trauma of accidentally killing your parents, even though they ignored you often

Mandalay introduced you to her nephew Kota, Kota saw how terrified of fire you were and showed you his water quirk

Together with therapy and the joined help of Mandalay and Kota, you slowly learned to accept your quirk and lost your fear of it

Kota also helped you with speech therapy and you slowly learned to speak

Every step of progress you made, no matter how small, was celebrated and praised, even when you relapsed your were congratulated for your effort

#mha x reader #bnha x reader #midnight x reader #Nemuri katana x reader #Nemuri x child reader #Ryukyu x reader #Ryukyu x child reader #pro heroes x child reader #Mandalay x reader #Mandalay x child reader #wild wild pussycats #x child reader #x abused reader

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saudade-mayari · 3 years

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I don't know much about Aizawa yet since I just watched episode 5 of MHA today. So maybe random Shota Aizawa headcanons? Your Somnophilia + Keishin got me so crazy!!

Random Eraserhead Headcanons

pairing/s: Shouta Aizawa x gn!reader

warnings: other than implied sex, none

Aizawa is rich asf. He works as a Pro Hero and a teacher at one of the most prestigious schools in Japan. He makes good money

Wants to maintain his hobo look coz when he fix or dress himself up, he gets attention. Y’all can see HOW HOT AIZAWA IS WHEN HE’S WEARING SUIT & TIE

Softie for Eri

I HC Shouta invested his own house. He really plans to settle, live in a peaceful home with his s/o and perhaps have kids

I HC too that Shouta lowkey collects expensive watches, but doesn’t wear them. Only on specific & special occasions

He’s super flexible, maybe he dis gymnastics once. He can’t be THAT good in his capture weapon without foundation

Obviously, Shouta hates attention. When he eats outside, I think he eats in fancy restaurants, not because he’s choosy as fuck rather he wants to have his own peace while eating

He CAN cook but doesn’t have time for it and he’ll rather let his s/o cook coz’ he loves that domestic sight and he appreciates your dishes more than his

Can’t adopt stray cats. He’ll end up adopting every single one hahaha so I think he just buys food and things for the kittens and gives it to them

Aizawa makes bets with Class 1A girls!!! like “what is the music taste of deku, bakugo, shoto so on and so forth” YOU CANT ARGUE WITH ME ABT THIS

Shouta is bad at color combinations in terms of outfits so he sticks to neutral colors. He’ll usually ask help from his s/o or even Nemuri when it comes to color combinations

Has tons of hair ties 😂

Bought colored hair ties and ribbons for Eri 🥺

YOU CAN’T CHANGE MY MIND THAT HE HAS MORE THAN 1 PINK TRACK PANTS

Shouta stutters when his s/o wears cat ears. He’ll blush like hell and act like a child who’s unable to speak in front of his crush ksksksks

His s/o could make him collect polaroids together

Shouta shops lingerie for you ;) the man destroys most of your undies, let him shop ur lingerie

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anyon-else · 2 years

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Steady, Steady (The Hunger Games pt. 3) | Aizawa helps you and Keigo prepare for the games. You want to say you feel ready, but the closer the games get, the more cracks start to form in your confidence. – spotify playlist | read on ao3

Pairings | Hawks | Keigo Takami x Reader + Aizawa Shouta, Nemuri Kayama, Oboro Shirakumo (mentioned)

Warnings | afab!reader, gn!pronouns, angst, hurt/comfort, smut, blindfolds, oral sex, praise, fingering, discussion of weapons, description of injury, mention of child pornography, mention of non-consensual recording, discussion of themes present in The Hunger Games trilogy

Word count | 5.3k

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“So,” Aizawa looked slightly less tired than usual when he approached you and Keigo in the morning. You imagined that he made an effort to get more than a few hours of sleep the night before starting your training. It was a slightly comforting thought, “what are your weapons of choice?”

Any weapon, you wanted to say, that will help me keep him safe.

“We like knives,” you told Aizawa instead. He suddenly looked just as tired as usual.

“Thank you for the incredibly helpful information. What do you do with them? How much have you already trained? What are your alternatives?”

“We’ve practiced throwing knives,” Keigo elaborated for you. “We’ve been doing it since we were kids. We would sneak them out of the house and throw them at trees when we were little because we saw people in the games doing it. We’re decent.”

“Alright. And if you can’t get your hands on a knife?”

“A bow and arrow,” Keigo smirked, “I’m a good shot.”

“An axe.”

You remembered when these conversations didn’t hold the weight of real death. When it was all just hypotheticals, and you and Keigo were young enough to think that you could be superheroes. That you could win the games.

“Good. Those are easy enough to find, and now you have options. You’ll both train primarily with knives, and then spend some time with your second choice. Any objections?” Aizawa looked between you. “Good. The second part of your training will focus on sponsorships and presenting yourselves to the audience. Sponsors will be the most important people watching you, but the general public also has a role in your success. Some sponsors choose who to support based on personal preference, but others wait to see who’s popular. It’s not uncommon for gamemakers to tip the games in a popular tribute’s favor, so sponsors will wait to see who that tribute is. I’ll go over everything in more detail later, but what this will mean for you is that you will need to make your relationship look as appealing as possible. If you can sell yourselves as a perfect and unconditionally devoted couple, your popularity will skyrocket.”

“‘Sell ourselves?’ Do you even realize who you sound like?” Keigo spit.

“Of course I do,” Aizawa eyes hardened, “and if you want to win, you need to be willing to spend the next three weeks thinking like you’re an audience member in the Capitol. The only way to win is to let go of your dignity. You’re going to have to do things in the arena that you would never do otherwise. I’m just preparing you for that eventuality.”

Aizawa’s games flashed before your eyes. You remembered feeling ecstatic as you watched him win. It was the first time that you could remember that a representative from your district won. You remembered watching as the announcement was made that the games had ended and Aizawa was the winner. He had held his head high despite the tears streaming down his cheeks. At the time, you thought about how lucky he was to be able to come home. you understood now that the man standing in front of you was not the same one you idolized that day. The games broke him, just like they broke everyone who entered the arena. No one left a winner. Aizawa was proof of that truth.

“Is that what you did?”

The words were whispered, just barely slipping off the tip of your tongue. You’d been wanting to ask him about his games since you were on the train, but he seemed to be purposefully avoiding the topic. Aizawa turned to you slowly, mouth drawn into a tight line.

“Excuse me?”

“Sorry,” you took in a shuddering breath, “I just– wouldn’t it be helpful if we knew what you did to win? You never really mention your games, but I think–”

“I will decide how I teach you. If you think you can do a better job than me, then I’ll leave you to it. If not, you will listen to what I have to say and accept it for what it is. I’ve been mentoring for a long time. Don’t assume that by not giving you my experience that I’m not training you in the best possible way.”

“We just think it might be valuable–”

“Stop.”

Keigo’s lips immediately clamped shut, teeth clenching behind them. There was nothing unreasonable in the question, but Aizawa clearly kept his secrets well-guarded.

Keigo’s memory of watching Aizawa’s games was hazy at best. That year, he was too distracted to pay any attention to the games. Instead of the vivid memories you had of watching Aizawa, all he remembered was watching you. He remembered constantly trying to think of ways to tell you that he had feelings for you while you gave your commentary on the games. He also remembered telling you about said feelings only days after the games ended.

Keigo was tempted to continue arguing with Aizawa, but the man’s expression shut any protest down immediately. He looked like he’d been taken somewhere else. His eyes were glazed and lidded, and his breathing was becoming unsteady.

“Go get changed. We’re going to train with the other tributes on the ground floor in an hour. I’ll meet you there.”

Aizawa left the room faster than you had seen him move in the week that you’d known him. Once he was out of sight, Keigo grabbed your hand and pulled you back towards the opposite bedroom. He could tell that you wanted to go after Aizawa, but Keigo doubted it would do anything to help ease the tension. Keigo had never met someone so emotionally constipated, and pressing the issue would do nothing to help your training go smoothly. If Aizawa was only going to give you generalities, then that was what you were going to have to accept. He hoped that it would be enough.

Every night since you’d been on the train, you dreamt that Keigo was killed. Every night, he died right in front of you, and every night you woke up gasping and reaching desperately for him, praying that he wasn’t really gone. And every night, he held you close and let you heave into his chest.

Tonight, you were clutching his waist, eyes wide open and head pressed against his chest. You listened intently to the steady, even pace of his heartbeat. You could feel your own heart racing, slowly falling back to a beat that matched his.

“What if we can’t find each other?”

“We will,” Keigo’s arms tightened around you, dipping under your shirt and pressing hard into your back. He run a hand along the bumps and curves of your spine, tracing it up to the dip of your neck, then retracing it back down. You exhaled shakily, trying to chase away the images of Keigo with a knife lodged in his neck.

“Keigo,” your voice was barely a whisper, lost in the fabric of his shirt, “I’m scared.”

“I know.”

“Shouto will be there.”

“I know.”

You couldn’t look at him. If you did, you knew you’d only see the blank, lifeless eyes from your dream. Looking at him would make everything feel more real.

The moment he began lifting your chin, you let your eyes fall shut. He sighed, soft and patient, and ghosted his lips over yours. You focused on his even breaths when he moved away, waiting with your eyes still closed for him to lean back towards you. When he did, his chest was bare, and he was wrapping his shirt around your eyes as a makeshift blindfold. He tied it gently behind your head, then lowered his hand to the back of your neck, stroking his thumb against it gently. You released a long, ragged breath, whimpering when he pressed his lips against the shell of your ear.

“Is this okay?” he whispered, kissing down your neck to your chest. You nodded, gripping his hair and gasping at the heightened feel of him. The darkness was disorienting, and it made every point of contact feel electric. You focused on his lips as they danced over your neck, tongue darting out into the dip of your collarbone. He took his time kissing down your chest, to your stomach, and then over your hips. His hands skimmed over your thigh, and he nipped gently at the sensitive skin. You bit down on your hand to keep from moaning, hips jolting at each touch of his lips. There was nothing to feel but his warmth, his now rapidly beating heart, his quickening breaths. He was alive. He was proving it to you.

“Relax,” he muttered, massaging the tension out of your legs and lifting them over his shoulders. Your chest rose and fell rapidly as he nipped the inside of your thigh, running his tongue over each mark that he left. You felt his lips ghosting over your core before he spread your folds with a low moan, gathering your wetness on on his thumb and spreading it over your clit. Keigo always liked to keep his pace slow, and usually you would plead with him to go faster, but the darkness made every feeling different. You relished in each movement, in each touch of his lips on your skin as he tasted you.

He spread your thighs, pinning one against the bed and keeping the other hooked over his shoulder. His tongue barely grazed your clit, but the sensation still made you gasp, hips chasing after him as he pulled away. He ran his free hand over your stomach and pressed down to keep your hips from moving, pinning your body to the bed. You relaxed against his touch, one hand gripping the silk sheets while the other tugged at his hair.

He began running his tongue over your clit, licking at a soft, painfully slow pace, and wiping away any attempt you were making to keep quiet. Every movement of your hips was met with Keigo’s palm pushing you back down and forcing you to stillness.

“Does that feel good?” Keigo muttered, barely pausing before his tongue was parting your folds again.

“Mhm,” you gasped, nails scraping over his scalp. He paused, grip tightening on your thighs.

“Use your words,” his voice was soft, almost a whisper, but it left no room to argue. Your thoughts were a jumbled, overwhelmed mess, and your lack of vision made you feel drunk on him. Before you could respond, he moved lower, licking inside of you and pushing his nose against your clit with each movement of his tongue.

“Yes. Feels–ah, feels so good, Keigo. Don’t stop, please.”

Keigo responded by flattening his tongue against your core, moaning into you and releasing your thigh where it was pinned to the bed. You spread your legs further, grip tightening on his hair and words leaving you in barely audible pants.

He sucked your clit between his lips and ran the thumb of his free hand over your hole, slick with arousal and spit. He teased two fingers at your entrance, then slid them into you slowly. You whimpered as he began languidly thrusting them into you, keeping pace with the movement of his tongue over your clit.

“Fuck,” you whined, raising your hips to match the pace of his fingers. He didn’t stop you this time. His hand moved from your stomach and pulled your fingers from the sheets, lacing them through his own. You were a moaning, gasping mess, chest heaving as he continued to thrust his fingers into you, “Keigo– fuck, you feel so good. So good to me.”

He glanced up and moaned at the sight of you. You looked so pretty, head thrown back and lips parted as you moaned his name. He curled his fingers, pausing at the spot that he knew would make you come and raising himself over you when he felt you tighten around him. He replaced his tongue with his fingers and rubbed quick circles over your clit with his thumb.

“K–Keigo– don’t stop. Mm, fuck.”

As much as he loved the pretty sounds you made when you were about to come, he was desperate feel you closer. Now was going to be his last opportunity to do so. His lips met yours, gentle at first, and then desperate. Your lips parted in a murmur of his name that ended in a moan. He sucked your bottom lip between his teeth, biting down just to hear that noise again. He was rewarded with a sharp, high-pitched whine at the unexpected sensation. When he released your lip, you dragged a hand through his hair, nails scraping at his skin. You pulled him down again, parting your lips in a gasp as he put more pressure on your swollen clit.

Your lips were soft and perfect and his. And for now, that was enough. Tonight, he would take all he could.

He always knew when you were at the edge of coming because of the way your noises changed. Even with his lips on yours, muffling the sounds you were making, he heard the hitch in your moans and felt the stutter in your hips as you thrust into his hand, silently begging him for more movement.

“You’re doing so good,” he rasped, “fuck, you look so pretty. ‘Gonna come for me?”

“‘Gonna come, Keigo– please make me come.”

You cried out, gasping his name and arching into his chest as you came around his fingers. He thrust into you through your orgasm, watching you moan and shake in his arms. He slipped a hand around your waist, keeping you pressed against his chest as he kissed the dip of your collarbone. You whimpered, burying your face in his neck and wrapping your arms around him.

“I love you,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to your forehead. He let out a shuddering breath, lifting his shirt from over your eyes and searching them carefully. The fear that he saw in them when he woke up was gone, replaced with a contentment that he knew only he got to see. You looked exhausted now that you had relaxed and let him chase away any lingering fear from your nightmare. Your eyes were lidded and slowly closing. Your chests rose and fell together, both of you alive and desperate for this time to last longer than it was going to.

You woke the next morning to Aizawa’s tired voice sounding through the speaker system that was connected to every room on your floor. He informed you that you would be meeting with Midnight to discuss sponsorships, and that you had five minutes to be in the foyer.

“What time is it?” Keigo muttered, face pressed into his pillow. He looked about as worn out as you felt. It didn’t help that you had woken him up only hours earlier, then kept him up even longer afterwards.

“It’s six,” you fell back against the mattress, turning into Keigo’s chest and finding one of his hands where it had fallen from your waist. He watched you fiddle with his fingers tiredly.

He pressed a kiss to the side of your head when you dropped his hand. Leaning into him, you touched your lips to the corner of his mouth.

“We should go,” you whispered, although neither of you made any real effort to move from the bed. Keigo’s hand curled around your waist, one leg sliding between yours. He breathed a heavy sigh and nodded against your neck, lips curling up in a smile. He was happy. He didn’t want to leave this room, where that happiness lived. Outside, the reality of the games waited. In here, it was just you and him. It was easier to ignore everything when you were alone.

“Aizawa will come in here if we’re not outside soon,” you sighed, running a hand over his cheek and tucking a curl behind his ear. As you brought your hand back towards his lips, you took a moment to look at him. You wanted to make sure you didn’t take these moments for granted. You ran your thumb over his lips, smiling when he pressed his lips against your palm. He rested his hand over yours and kissed along the inside of your arm until he reached your neck.

“I’m sure a few more minutes wouldn’t hurt,” he muttered. You laughed, taking his face between your palms and pulling him away from your neck.

“I really think they will.”

It took another few minutes for you to drag yourself out of bed and leave your room. Unsurprisingly, Aizawa was striding impatiently towards you when you opened the door. He scowled, waving a hand towards you vaguely and turning back towards Midnight, who waited at the unbelievably large table that sat in the middle of the foyer.

“Good morning, darlings,” her voice was no different than it was at the Reaping. Sultry and low, as if she was constantly presenting herself to an audience. You wondered if it was tiring. “Aren’t you happy to see me?”

“Elated,” you muttered, glancing around the table for a safe spot to sit. You still weren’t sure if Aizawa had forgiven you for your prying, but you weren’t too keen on sitting next to Midnight. It was the first time you’d seen her since you’d been on the train, and she hadn’t exactly been the pillar of encouragement then either. In fact, all she had to say was, “aren’t you lucky?” before she disappeared to the front of the train.

Aizawa quickly got tired of your pondering and kicked the chair next to him to the side in silent invitation. You glanced at him, wondering if this was a peace offering, or a way to get this meeting over with faster. Either way, you and Keigo both sat on Aizawa’s side of the table, facing Midnight and her sharp smile warily.

“Well, I suppose we can get started,” she began, tapping a pointed fingernail against the table, “Shouta? Would you like to begin?”

Aizawa’s response was an unintelligible string of murmurs, but his expression hardened into something that you knew now to be firm resolve, however lethargic it was.

“Like I said when we began training, sponsors will be the key to your success in the arena. Being well-liked can be the difference between life and death, so it’s important to be aware of how you’re presenting yourselves.”

It all seemed impertinent. You knew, realistically, that the odds were not in your favor, and it made you briefly wonder if all of this was even worth it.

It’s worth it if Keigo survives, you reminded yourself.

“What you receive from sponsors will be based on where you are and how you’re performing. If you’re starving, you’ll get food. If you’re injured, medicine. If a tribute won’t give you the opportunity to kill them, a sponsor may send poison to use on water or food sources.”

“This is crazy,” Keigo shook his head, “It’s sick. How do you people stand it?”

This was directed towards Midnight, who looked unfazed by Keigo’s questioning turning on her. She shrugged, smile spreading into a smirk.

“It’s just good politics,” she let out a short laugh, “nothing personal.”

“Stop,” Aizawa ordered when Keigo gripped the arms of his chair, leaning towards Midnight and opening his mouth to respond, “this is not helpful.”

“How do we get sponsors then?” you steered the conversation away from Midnight, lacing your fingers through Keigo’s under the table. He squeezed your hand, grip tight and firm. Midnight glanced at you at the movement, meeting your eyes with a condescending smirk.

“Capitalize on your relationship. A good love story will always work in your favor, and you two will have the advantage of genuineness. Give them a good story about childhood friends-turned-lovers. The interviews are tomorrow. Dramatize everything.” He turned to Keigo, “it’s all about how you present things. Tomorrow, say that you volunteered because you knew you wouldn’t be able to live without them. And you say that it broke you to see him walk on that stage.”

Neither of you wanted to tell Aizawa how accurate he was. You knew that he would just tell you to stop being childish.

“The interviews are going to be a very important part of winning over potential sponsors, but they won’t commit to you until they’ve seen that you can at least survive the first day. If you’re able to do that, I’ll be able to speak to potential sponsors and try to convince them that you’re worth their time. For your part, just keep things light and romantic in the interview.”

Aizawa looked between you and Keigo, a silent question in his eyes. Is that all clear? He nodded to himself when he was answered with silence, moving to stand, presumably to leave the rest to Midnight.

“Oh, Shouta, don’t tell me you’re going to hold out on them.”

Aizawa froze, turning a fierce glare on Midnight. She just smiled sweetly in return, though there was venom in her eyes. They were alight with something you couldn’t place. Something almost sinister.

“You were,” she gasped, placing a hand over her heart. “Oh, you poor dears. There’s one way to gain sponsors easily. At least, I’m sure it’ll be easy for you two.”

You glanced at Aizawa, who had taken a step towards Midnight. He looked furious, hands clenched at his sides and jaw tight.

“Nemuri,” he seethed, “that’s enough.”

“Oh, please, Shouta. They’re both adults. Besides, I’m just giving them all of their options. They don’t have to do anything they don’t want to do.”

“What are you talking about?” Keigo asked cautiously.

“See, Shouta. They want to know,” Midnight purred, turning back to you and Keigo. “There are certain clubs in the Capitol who are very interested in couples participating in the games. They love a good show.”

You started to feel slightly sick. Keigo’s grip on your hand tightened.

“Of course, age doesn’t really matter much to them, but the fact that anything you two do is perfectly legal to watch will probably get you more attention. And the gamemakers control who sees what. Anything explicit is only broadcast to these specific clubs. Some of the most affluent men in the Capitol frequent them, and you’re guaranteed sponsors if you’re willing to show off a little–”

You winced when Keigo’s chair screeched against the marble floor, hands slamming against the table as he stood and glared at Midnight. She was unphased by his anger, still sitting cross-legged and relaxed in her chair. Her smile seemed a permanent fixture on her face, infuriatingly pleasant and bright.

Keigo opened his mouth, but nothing came out to fill the silence. He looked at a loss, completely horrified by this new information. What was there to say?

Keigo turned before you could stop him, storming back towards your room and slamming the door behind him. Aizawa’s defeated sigh brought your attention back to Midnight.

“Oh dear,” she placed a hand over her painted lips, eyes wide in mock surprise, “I hope it wasn’t something I said.”

You shook your head, mind spinning with thoughts and questions and images. You thought about last night with Keigo being displayed on a screen, presented to an audience of rich men with their hands down their pants. Bile rose in your throat, but swallowed it down and forced yourself to meet Midnight’s eyes.

“Does it not keep you up at night? Picking the names of the children you’re sending off to die?”

“No,” the smile fell from Midnight’s lips. She spread her hands out on the table and leaned towards you, eyes sharp, “it doesn’t.”

“You disgust me. If I were you, looking in the mirror would make me sick.”

“Well,” Midnight sighed, standing from the table with a disappointed shake of her head, “it seems that this wasn’t your brightest idea, Aizawa. If my advice isn’t wanted here, I’ll make myself scarce.

She turned to you, face hard and eyes cold. Her expression made you feel as though your veins had iced over. All the air escaped from your lungs, leaving you hopelessly frozen where you sat.

“Good luck in the arena,” she finally turned, walking towards the exit, “and may the odds be ever in your favor.”

Aizawa hadn’t felt this exhausted in weeks.

He should have known that asking for Nemuri’s help was a mistake. While it wasn’t the first time he had suggested that she join him in talking to the tributes about sponsors, it was the first time she had agreed. Aizawa knew that he should’ve been more suspicious of her enthusiasm this year as opposed to her adamant refusal in years prior.

When he found you, he was surprised to see that you were alone. You were sitting on a windowsill that looked out into the city, now bustling with people just starting their nights of parties and extravagant spending. Your eyes followed a woman dressed in a gown embroidered with gold thread as she met a man on the other side of a crosswalk. They embraced, both sporting wide smiles while they walked arm-in-arm towards a busy restaurant.

“Are you okay?”

You turned at his voice, eyes tired and heavy. You looked exhausted, something he could relate to, and he was sure you would’ve been surprised to see him if you hadn’t been moments from falling asleep against the thick glass.

He took a seat in the space in front of you, eyes on the streets below while you watched him carefully. When he finally turned to look at you, your eyes were back on the couple as they entered the restaurant. The woman was swatting the man’s hand away from her waist mid-laugh. They looked happy.

“I’m tired, Aizawa,” you whispered, voice low. Aizawa watched as a tear slid down your cheek, landing soundlessly on the windowsill. You remained motionless, just watching the movement of the Capitol with sad, tired eyes. “I’m so tired.”

He knew that nothing needed to be said. What could he say that would make any of this okay? He couldn’t end the games, and he couldn’t save you and Keigo from them.

He was tired too. He didn’t want to watch anyone else die.

“What Midnight said–”

“Forget what she said,” Aizawa interrupted, catching your gaze before you could duck away from him. He could tell that you wanted to. Your face warmed at the mention of Nemuri’s suggestions for you and Keigo, “she shouldn’t have brought it up. I’m sorry that she did.”

“Is it true?”

Aizawa sighed. He always tried to keep this information to himself. It was a rarely discussed part of the Capitol’s underground betting rings, and few outsiders knew about it.

“Yes.”

“I thought...I was hoping that she was lying to try and scare us. Why did she...did we do something to offend her?”

You came here together. Keigo volunteered for you. Your existence together is enough.

“You didn’t do anything wrong,” Aizawa said instead. “Midnight only knows about those clubs because of unfortunate circumstances.”

You waited, hoping for more, but he just stared back at you. Nemuri’s stories were her own. Aizawa knew he had no right to share them of his own volition.

“I don’t want to die.”

It was a startling change of subject, one that caught Aizawa off guard, but your expression hadn’t changed. Tears continued to fall from your cheek, forming a small puddle next to you, but you still looked just as vacant as before. Vacant, and completely exhausted.

“I can’t let Keigo die, Aizawa. I can’t. If he dies, then I don’t...how could I go back if he died? How could I face his family? I don’t need to go back, but he–”

“If you don’t value your own life as much as you value his,” Aizawa interrupted, startling you out of the cycle of your thoughts, “then you won’t be of any good to him.”

“Would it really help?” you murmured, so quiet that Aizawa barely heard you. You were staring at your lap, wringing your hands and watching intently as they trembled. “If we listened to Midnight, would we get more sponsors?”

“No,” Aizawa was firm in his response, but he could tell you were unfazed. You had probably been ruminating on Midnight’s words for hours. He imagined you sitting here watching people walk the streets of the Capitol, wondering if any of them would help you in the games if you and Keigo had sex on screen.

“Y/N,” he leaned forward, desperate for you to meet his eyes, “look at me. I am going to be out here talking to sponsors. I will get you all the help you’ll need. You don’t have to do anything like that to win, okay? Yes, sponsors are helpful in the games, but they aren’t an end-all-be-all. You need to be smart, and taking Midnight’s advice will do nothing to help you focus on the other tributes. You were never supposed to hear about any of that in the first place.”

There was a commotion outside, and the shrill blow of a whistle broke you both out of your thoughts. Aizawa glanced down just in time to see a man get tackled by a Peacekeeper, presumably for some petty theft. There was a struggle, and shouts as people gathered around the scene with cameras flashing, forming a tight circle around the two. Before he could stop his thoughts from spiraling into dangerous territory, Oboro came to mind again, face clear even after so many years. He had been tackled just like that, just before...

Even clearer was the grief, just as overwhelming as it had been when Oboro was killed.

You hiccuped, the first real sign of emotion that he’d seen since he found you. You choked on a sob, then another, then the tears began to fall in earnest. Aizawa tensed when you leaned into his chest, hands gripping his shirt and tears forming wet patches on the fabric.

He knew that he had been too harsh with you and Keigo. It hadn’t helped that he had almost watched his world fall apart when Shinso’s name was called during the reaping. He was ready to volunteer himself, rules be damned, before Keigo volunteered in Shinso’s place.

So, he felt that he owed you more than he had given you so far. His thoughts had been in a near-constant cycle of picturing Shinso dying in the arena and remembering his own games. Sometimes, in his nightmares, it wasn’t Oboro who died in the arena. Recently, it had been Shinso’s face that he saw, pained and pleading with Aizawa to save him. Every night, he’d woken up shaking, scream barely contained before he reminded himself that Shinso was home, safe and away from the arena.

He wrapped his arms around you gently, and the movement made you shake harder. You curled into the embrace, wrapping your arms around your knees. Aizawa just waited, knowing that your exhaustion would catch up to you sooner rather than later.

“I feel like I’m d-dying. I can’t do this, I want...I want to go home, Aizawa. Please, can I just go home?”

He knew you knew the answer. He held you tighter, rocking you like he did with Shinso years ago. It had always seemed to calm him down, and he let out a relieved sigh when your sobs began to die down.

“Will I be able to get Keigo out?” you whispered, voice hoarse and desperate, “will I be enough to save him?”

Aizawa wished he could say yes. He wished he believed it.

If I wasn’t enough to save Oboro, how is it fair that you’d be enough to save Keigo?

This was what the arena did to him. It made him heartless. He was no better than any other spectator of the games.

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Pairing: Oboro Shirakumo (Kurogiri) x Gender Neutral Reader

Warning: Dream that playing reader’s heart

Timeline: A day before Erasermic found out that Kurogiri is Oboro

Genre: Fluff with Angst ending

Word Count: 900 Words

“Any question, 1-B?” You asked.

“No Y/N-Sensei” They shook their head.

“G—” Your phone rang.

“Moshi-moshi?” You asked.

“Is this Pro-Hero, Humiliate?” The caller asked.

“Yes, why?” You tapped your feet on the floor.

“This is Tsukauchi, we have an information” Tsukauchi replied.

“What?”

“Oboro Shirakumo is still alive, he’s on the way to U.A. right now” Your eyes widen.

Oboro Shirakumo, he’s your crush since you two met in U.A., damn, even now you still couldn’t move on from that.

“Thank you for the information” You close the call and run to U.A. gate.

“Oh, Humiliate! You already got the call, huh?” Hizashi came out behind you.

“Yes, you too, Mic?” You replied.

“Yeah, now we have to wait for Eraser— Oh, he’s arrive here earlier." Hizashi waved his hand.

Shota only rolled his eyes.

A car stopped in front of the gate, then a blue haired guy with blue eyes coming out from the car.

“Shota! Hizashi! Y/N!” He ran out from the car, then hugged us.

“Shirakumo? You’re really alive?” You asked, a slight blush formed.

“Of course! You know what, I think I’m in comma for more than 10 years—”

But, how about his cremation? This wont be Toga though if Tsukauchi even confirmed. I’ll ask him later.

“Shota missed you a lot you know” Hizashi teased.

“Shut up Hizashi”

“Aw come on you two, we all missed him” You chuckled.

“What did I miss by the way?” He asked.

“So many things. Me, I’m pro-hero Humiliate, I’m teaching quirk creativity. I’m helping Shota as a homeroom teacher. Hizashi and Shota is also teacher here in U.A.” You explained.

“Teacher? You really do what I suggested you, huh?” Shirakumo laughed at Shota.

“Only because it’s help me as an underground hero, but the day Bakugou got kidnapped, I have to face public eye and that’s very annoying” He huffed.

“Who is Bakugou?” Shirakumo asked.

“One of 1-A best student, but sadly, his attitude is complete trash” You grumbled.

“Hey—”

“Shota, I know what you wanna say, that’s why I’m trying to like him” You stare at Shota.

“You already arrived here, how about we take you on school trip so you remember everything?” Hizashi offered.

“Yes, I wanna see your students!” Shirakumo squealed.

“Shirakumo, you sounded like a pick me girl” You blinked slowly.

“How’s Tensei? Or Nemuri? And Tensei’s little brother?” He asked while we walk.

“Tensei is now go everywhere using wheelchair, his legs paralyzed after fighting The Hero Killer. Nemuri is now a teacher here too and Tensei’s brother, Tenya is now enrolled here” You explained.

“1-A?” He pointed at 1-A class.

“Sho? Zashi?” I glanced at them.

“Yes”

We walked through 1-A class door, they’re chit chatting.

“Y/N-sensei? Aizawa-sensei? Mic-sensei? Who is that guy?” asked Kaminari.

“Good question, Kaminari Denki. Shirakumo?”

“Hey, I’m Shirakumo Oboro! I’m on a trip with my friends! I heard that Y/N and Shota is teaching as homeroom teacher here, how’s they teaching y’all?” Shirakumo asked.

You gulped with Shota.

“Aizawa is making us do the best, but please, he lie to us almost everyday for that. Y/N is the best teacher I ever had” Bakugou put his feet on the table.

“Bakugou, thank you but please, when he’s in this class, don’t put your feet on the table, I wont let that slide next time a guest is here” You warned.

“That’s what I mean” He smirked.

“I see, let’s go to other class!” Shirakumo walked out.

“HEY, IT’S NOT YOUR PLACE TO DECIDE THAT!”

-Skip-

“What a fun trip! Lunch Rush’s foods is also still delicious as always” Shirakumo smiled.

“I know, wanna visit teacher’s dorm?” I asked.

“Yes please! I wanna play inside your room!” Shirakumo said.

What a sunshine, this is why I liked you.

“I wanna go to 1-C’s dorm” Shota walked away.

“Oh please, you want to meet your secret love child again, right?” You rolled your eyes.

"Poor 1-A, their teacher choose a guy from other class to train~” Hizashi teased.

“QUIT IT!” Shota’s eyes turned red.

“HAHAHAHAHA” We all laughed.

-Inside your dorm-

“Y/N, there’s something I wanna tell you before we graduate, but maybe this is my chance” Shirakumo said in a serious tone.

“What?” You asked.

“I… like you a lot since we started to get paired up at Purple Highness’s lesson” He rubbed the back of his neck.

“I… also already liked you…”

Immediately, your lips got captured by Shirakumo.

You melted into his sweet, passionate kiss.

After the kiss, your question is flashed back.

“Shirakumo… how did you still alive? We have cremated you right?” You asked.

He shook his head.

“No, my body is switched before cremation… help me… I became nomu named Kurogiri… you have to wake up. But thing you should remember, my feelings is not just your dream.” He smiled.

“What?”

Shirakumo kissed you again with tears.

Your vision started to become blurry.

It’s became black and then—

“SHIRAKUMO!” You awake on your bed, there’s a phone call.

“Humiliate, there is something about Kurogiri is similar to Oboro Shirakumo. We need you to come to Tartarus” Tsukauchi asked.

This… is what he did meant as ‘help’?

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izusun · 3 years

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OKAY BUT I'VE BEEN EXPOSED TO THE SHIP INKO X MIDNIGHT AND I'M NOT THE SAME

- Goblin anon

i was reading a wlw fanfic (hans/fem reader) prior so when i saw this ask, i was like :’3333

I LOVE THIS SHIP SM RIPWJEDFIPJS like yeah inkomight sounds so damn good, but something about inko attracting the midnight is so beautiful to me. imagine nemuri having gay panic to her gay best friends, aizawa and yamada, and just waxing so much poetry about their student's mom?? like as much as they love nemuri, they really do not want to know what she'd do to their problem child's mom in private. but alas, nemuri is besotted and as much as aizawa complains, they are her best friends so they are stuck listening to her gush about inko.

sometimes it was hard to look at their problem child's eyes because of how much love talk they heard nemuri say about said child's mom.

ok but so much possibilities about how they met!!

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01:

there's the PTA meeting setting where nemuri reached out to inko herself after the whole "i choose deku as my hero name" thing to ask if there is something UA can offer for both inko and izuku. either mental and/or emotional support because nemuri confessed that there is something very concerning about a star student deliberately wanting to be called useless. inko reaches out back because UA is the first school that ever cared for her son.

nemuri's simple email had already won inko. from there, they started talking about something more personal like nemuri's hero life, inko's work, sharing stories about their friends and just. deepening their relationship.

inko does not know when their acquaintanceship became a legit friendship, but what she does know is that there is more to living; that her life is no longer just for izuku now, but also for her own. of course izuku is always first, no matter what. but now, she wakes up feeling more whole. she wakes up already feeling giddy as she logs into her email where everyday there is always an email from nemuri waiting for inko's response. and see the thing is that inko knows how tiring nemuri's life is as she's both a hero and a teacher, and yet nemuri never forgets to respond to her. nemuri showed inko that when people want to, they will always find a way to talk to you. nemuri made her feel special. nemuri made her feel loved.

and she is.

nemuri likes her in a way she never liked anyone before. at first she thought it was just a friend-crush, in a sense that nemuri doesn't have much friends outside of her hero friends so inko is very much like a fresh breath of air. inko makes her feel normal, something that nemuri never sought out for before until now.

inko doesn't see her as just midnight, the r-rated hero, or midnight, izuku's teacher. inko sees her as nemuri, inko's friend; nemuri, just a woman.

nemuri, herself, does not know when she started regarding inko as more than her penpal and friend. all she knows is that when one day, izuku visited her in the teacher's lounge, proudly telling her that inko baked cookies for nemuri, nemuri felt like the sun just gobbled her up with how warm she felt.

nemuri was used to receiving gifts from both suitors and fans, but the homemade cookies that inko baked for her, for some reason, weighed more.

"yey cookies for me too!" hizashi sings, twirling around his chair, when izuku left for hero studies.

"nuh-uh," nemuri says, cradling the pack close to her chest, tipping her chin at him haughtily.

"what?! whyyyyyy," hizashi whines, "you always share your fans' food with me because you said you were worried about your weight! which, i keep telling you anyways, that you do not need to worry about that because you are beautiful!"

and hizashi's right, that loud motherfucker that nemuri loves so much.

she always shared her food with her friends, but not this one. she will eat a thousand bags of chocolate if they all came from inko. and-

oh my god.

she turns to hizashi and watches as the realization hits him the same time it hit her.

"oh," hizashi whispers.

"oh," she repeats.

AND THEY MEET IN PTA BECAUSE WHY NOT?

shouta's eyeballing her, beautiful eyes squinting as he packs his stuff slowly. nemuri's sure that hizashi told him about inko so she really does not know why he's eyeballing her like that.

"what?" she finally caves and asks.

"don't make this weird, nem," shouta says, serious. nemuri straightens her posture unconsciously. shouta nods slightly when he sees that nemuri is taking him seriously too.

"i trust you nemuri. i know you. you never do romance without triple-thinking about your decisions and for that, i'm truly grateful. but she's problem child's mom, do you understand? this is about him as much as it is about midoriya-san. make sure your choices respect his stance too. he admires you, probably even got wind already of what's between you and midoriya-san, and i've worked with him enough to know that he won't speak up even if it hurts him. so as an adult, make the decisions for him. he is a strong kid, but he's still a kid. so don't forget that."

and shouta's right, as always. this exact situation had been plaguing her mind for a long time now. it's not just a relationship with inko who is very much a civilian, but it's also a relationship with a mother whose son has a penchant for shattering his limbs.

it's not just a relationship with the woman she likes (loves), but it's a relationship with the family. nemuri's an outsider, and from inko's emails nemuri knows enough that for so long, it's always been izuku and inko alone. nemuri is the first to want to be part of their duo, and while most of it is because of inko, a part of her wants to be there for izuku too.

“i understand,” nemuri finally responds because she does.

she understands why shouta is worried for her, but more importantly for izuku. growing up with an absent father, along with a dormant quirk that only manifested because of a stressful experience must have been very tough for the kid. the shit cherry on top of a shittier ice cream is the fact that izuku previously lived his life quirkless. shouta and nemuri both know the discrimination on quirks. shouta was called a villain for “stealing” quirks, and nemuri was sexualized even at such a young age. life was shit for both of them, so they both know just how worse people treated izuku just for being quirkless.

and nemuri wants to be there for him too. sure, she wouldn’t have felt this if she didn’t develop feelings for inko, but the how doesn’t matter more than the fact that nemuri wants to now.

because izuku deserves another adult in his life who actually gives a shit. because inko deserves love. because they deserve a bigger family and nemuri wants to provide that for them.

shouta nods firmly and it’s like he gave his blessing which is weirdly comforting. he stands beside her for a solid minute, not really doing anything but nemuri’s been friends with him for so long that she knows that this is his way of supporting her. she smiles and lets the mood settle.

he leaves after and nemuri prepares for her meeting with the midoriyas. usually the parents do not meet other teachers sans the homeroom teacher but with the excuse that nemuri wants to discuss izuku’s hero name to the both of them, she finally gets to meet inko.

and she meets inko, alright.

inko is beautiful. gods the pictures that she saw on izuku’s instagram does not do her justice because inko is just so wow.

inko giggles from where she’s standing beside a smiling izuku and nemuri realizes that she just said that out loud.

it’s like the confidence that she associated with her hero persona bled away and she is left as nemuri with a bodysuit on. fuck, nemuri feels embarrassment crawling in.

“uhhhhh,” she says smartly, still lagging. inko giggles again, but this time nemuri managed to catch the blush high on the swell of her cheeks. jesus, inko’s a goddess.

nemuri doesn’t even know how to come back from that solid lame move as she stands there, gaping at inko. izuku also looks like he wants to die along with nemuri so at least their kid her student is struggling with nemuri.

“it’s so nice to meet you, kayama-chan,” inko greets for everyone, and nemuri now wants to die for a new reason because

kayama-chan????

inko is so fucking precious, what the hellll.

before nemuri can reply, however, the door opens and yagi’s head pops in.

“good evening! can i borrow midoriya-kun for a moment?” yagi asks.

“uh- yeah, sure,” nemuri says at the same time inko goes, “of course, yagi-san!”

izuku bids them a goodbye, rushing towards yagi. it’s when yagi turns to nemuri again, sending a wink her way, that nemuri realizes that she’s gonna be left alone with inko.

(also why the fuck does yagi know-)

ANYWAYS IT’S GETTING LONG AND MY LAPTOP IS LAGGING AS I TYPE THIS BUT BASICALLY

nemuri and inko get to know each other that night

nezu knows, don’t worry, and practically gave his blessing to nemuri too (nemuri finds it the next day. it being a guidebook on how to properly prepare for the role of being a step-mother)

inko asks nemuri if she wants to meet up for drinks or food next time, to which nemuri easily agrees

izuku does know that his teacher is wooing his mom, inko told him

when inko and nemuri were about to start dating each other, inko talks to izuku about it

their conversation went like:

“mom, i’m happy as long as you are happy.”

“you are my happiness, baby, so your decision is important.”

“*crying* i want you to find someone who makes you as happy as kacchan makes me happy. i want you to find someone to grow old with. i want you to find love... she does, right? kayama-san makes you happy, right?”

“*crying* yes, love. she makes me so so so happy.”

"good.”

nemuri talks to izuku too

she tells him about her feelings about wanting to be family with him and inko, and that this relationship is his call as much as it is hers and inko’s

izuku really really loves nemuri for that. he gives her his blessing

so that’s how inko and nemuri started dating <333

eight months into their relationship, nemuri asks izuku to stay with katsuki for a night and izuku skillfully does not ask why

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02:

i think people headcanon that inko is a paralegal so like,,,

this happened when UA transitioned to the dorm systems

nemuri is suing someone for inappropriate behaviour performed on her

the case is sent to inko’s workplace because they specialize for people with “sex” quirks and nemuri’s case fell under the same file

it’s an organization that ensures that defendants cannot use the victim’s quirk as an excuse for their actions

inko learns the case and goes ruthless in digging up and studying evidences against the defendant

nemuri and inko had to keep meeting to work on the case, and along the way feelings get involved

they wait for the case to finish and be solved before they addressed their feelings and growing relationship

nemuri wins the case

inko asks her out the same night, during their celebration

izuku found out about their relationship when he came home to visit inko, only to see his mother smooching his teacher in their kitchen

“is this why you cannot look at me in the eye anymore, midnight-san???”

he accidentally calls nemuri mom four weeks into knowing that inko and nemuri are dating

both inko and nemuri cried

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GOD I LOVE THIS SHIP

nemuri finding out she’s into milf!inko??? perfect

ok but

imagine inko’s reaction after finding out nemuri’s dead lol ;v;

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monst · 4 years

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Can you do Shinsou, Aizawa, and Dabi for waking in in your sleeping in the nude as well? I love this little series so much

What are Pyjamas?

All characters 18+

Shinsou Hitoshi, Aizawa Shouta, Dabi x reader.

Warnings: Voyeurism, Noncon touching, questionable actions. Sexy times themes. Lol they’re under the cut since they ended up longer than I anticipated. Lol I couldn’t help myself and connected Dabi’s Hc with TDS Christmas pt1 :P

Shinsou Hitoshi

Tired, You were beyond tired. You knew you weren’t the only one as you had worked late into the morning with Shinsou again. You didn’t know how the pro-hero did it but damn you were exhausted. Your only solace was that this night had ended in the capture of the villain the both of you had teamed up to pursue

It was well about three in the morning and the trains had stopped running meaning that you had two choices, walk home or crash at the agency. You would have called a cab but your cell was out of commision due to the fight earlier that day. That and you chose the perfect day to leave your wallet at home so you couldn’t stay the night at a hotel.

“My place is nearby. You can stay the night.” Shinsou had offered for the millionth time. He knew you were a prude and you cared a lot about your public image but you were falling asleep standing up and he was genuinely concerned. He was relieved when you had finally agreed. “I don’t know why you didn’t agree the first time I offered.” He huffed unlocking his door. “I don’t want people to assume that I'm sleeping with higher ranking heros to get my name up there you know that Hitoshi.”

He let you be and offered to let you sleep in his room. But you refused to even touch the bed. Why? “I’m not going to sleep all filthy.” You pouted. You were really high maintenance but Shinsou didn’t mind. In fact he figured that it was probably a good idea if he washed off the day’s collected grime as well. You had insisted that he go first as it was his home. You waved him off when he pulled the ‘your my guest’ card.

He didn’t take long and soon you found yourself inside the clean bathroom. Your clothes were on the ground and you had decided to draw yourself a bath. When you slipped into the warm water you sighed blissfully, the epsom salt in the water doing wonders to ease the strain of your sore muscles. Man you could soak here for hours…..

Shinsou had made tea. A soothing blend of valerian root and star anise. He loved the herbal mix and figured you’d appreciate it as it helped to relax your body and aided in a good night's rest… He had drank his tea a while ago and you tea sat there getting cold… He was beginning to worry. He hadn’t heard a crash indicating that you fell.... But he figured he should check up on you regardless.

“(Name)?” He had tried the door but you didn’t answer. His hand tried the door knob and he realized the door was unlocked. “(N-Name) I’m coming in okay?” He pushed the door open and squeezed his eyes shut… He didn’t hear a scream… He opened a purple eye. His jaw dropped. Color rushed to his cheeks as the bubbles had died and left your nude form visible. His eyes observed your form and before he could get any ideas he shook his head.

“Honestly (Name).” He sighed. “You have no idea how badly this could have ended.” He reprimanded your unconscious form. He looked at his face in the mirror and frowned as his entire face was rouge even the tips of his ears were a fiery red. “I… I guess I can’t just leave you in there.” He flushed, moving closer to the tub. “Jeez you look like I murdered you.” He snickered trying to calm his racing heart.

You were still sudsy and his eyes lingered on your exposed breasts. He bit his lip and told himself he wasn’t a pervert as he drained the tub. His face was hot as he noticed how the water left your skin glowing. He rolled up his sleeves and turned on the tab allowing the warm water to run. He pulled his hair back and grabbed a cup he kept at the edge of the tub and proceeded to clean you off.

His hands lingered against your skin as he couldn’t help but think that you were gorgeous. He had imagined you nude from time to time but he wasn’t holding his breath on seeing you so vulnerable before him. Your breasts were so soft, his fingers brushed against your nipples experimentally and he flushed at the soft sigh that escaped your lips. He pulled back to roll up his pajama pant legs and he hopped in the tub raising your legs to wash the soap off.

“You even look good down here.” he mused brushing his fingers against your damp clit. “Hmm” He pulled back and continued his task. It was then that he realized he would have to change. He heaved your body up and out of the tub being careful so he didn’t fall. He smiled as you clung to him, nuzzling your cheek to his now damp shirt. “Your a handful (Name)... Literally.” He chuckled bringing you into his room to dry you off.

He took the time to memorize your body before slipping one of his shirts onto your frame. He gave your cheek a kiss as he covered you with the warm blanket. “Sleep well (Name)” He hummed walking out of the room and laying on the couch…. A slow smile slipped onto his face as he recalled your nude form. He knew you’d be in his dreams for days to come. He just hoped that one day it’d be you sliding your hand into his pants to take care of him..

Aizawa Shouta

You were hurt. Or so that’s what he was told. Apparently you had taken your class to help aid in recovering survivors of a landslide. To everyone’s relief no one was hurt. Everyone was helped out of the situation but the villain that caused the slide was still in the area. And like any hero you moved before you could think. It was amazing how you protected everyone and apprehended the villain but you didn’t leave unscathed.

While fighting the hero who manipulated earth you were caught in a bind. You managed to break free but you he had fractured a couple of your ribs. After the situation was resolved you brought to Recovery girl. A stupid grin was on your face. Well Recovery girl called it stupid. She told you that you shouldn’t be so reckless and that you didn’t have to take on the villain by yourself just to impress your class.

“Oh come on I kicked ass.” You grinned. “And I looked good doing it- Ouch!” She had poked your bruised torso and you grimaced. “I should leave you like this” She frowned. “Please don’t I have a test I need to give my students tomorrow.” You smiled sheepishly. Recovery girl’s lips touched your skin and you felt better. Your chest was still tender and bruised but your bones had started to repair themselves.

“It would be better if you stayed here for the night. Try not to move around too much so that you can heal faster.” She instructed. “I don’t want to see you here again (Name) Your not a child to be fighting recklessly.” “Yeah, yeah” You frowned loosening the strings of your medical gown to get a look at the black and blue bruise. When she left you busied yourself with a book. “Damn I really wish I had my phone.” You yawned. You kept on reading till the words blurred and you drifted off.

When Aizawa had heard of your ‘hospitalization’ he was concerned. But even though Nemuri told everyone you were fine he wanted to check up on you. “Sensei! Ms. (Lastname) Dropped her phone when she fought that villain.” a student had told him, handing your phone to him… Well at least now he had an excuse to visit you without anyone becoming suspicious.

It was late when he decided to visit you. He had made sure no one was around and he also made sure all of his students were sleeping before he left. He stalked through the dark hallways making his way to your room your phone in his pocket. When he got near the room he frowned an annoyed sigh passing through his lips. You seemed to have the same bad habit as he did, staying up late into the night. He pushed the door open to scold you.

To his surprise you were asleep, soft snores escaping your lips. He shook his head a soft smile coming to his lips. He went to pull away the curtain to put your phone on the coffee table beside you and when he did he paused. His eyes widened in shock. He wasn’t disappointed but he was surprised nonetheless.

The knots of your gown has been undone leaving your body completely bare. “Usually people have their undergarments on underneath.” He mused removing the book that covered your chest. “But then again you aren’t most people.” He snickered. A frown was set on lips as he made out the discoloration of your bruise. Hie fingers brushed against the bruise and you groaned in discomfort.

“Look at what they did to your beautiful skin.” He frowned tracing the areas lightly. “Shouta” You mumbled sleepily. He scoffed pinching your nipple making you gasp. “You're always causing trouble.” He muttered trailing his fingers down your body. “I don’t know why I was surprised.” He grinned. “You’ve love being naked.” He would know. Not everyone was aware but the two of you were lovers. And as your lover he wasn’t pleased that you put yourself in harms way when others could have helped you.

“I should punish you for that, for making me worry.” He whispered his fingers brushing against you slick folds. He rolled his eyes when he felt how wet you were. His dark eyes turned to look at what you were reading before you went to bed. Erotica, of course. You really had no shame reading such a book in public. “S-Shouta~” You hummed as his fingers began to circle your clit.

“Even as you sleep you know who you belong to.” He mused. “Nnngh” He buried his fingers deep inside your cunt watching as your face scrunched up in pleasure while you slept. “You're so careless.” He frowned thrusting his fingers into your tight heat while his fingers pressed against your sensitive clit. He leaned down to brush his lips against your ear and bit down lightly. “Anyone could have walked in on you like this.”

“Ah~” He felt your walls pulse around his fingers in warning. And just as you were about to cum you woke. You looked around in confusion. You were panting and your body felt hot. “W-What the?” You noticed your phone on the desk next to the book you read and on the chair beside the desk was a familiar scarf. “Oh shit.” You gasped your blood running cold. You turned your head to the other side and caught the red eyes of your lover. “Oh shit? Is that all you have to say?” “H-Hi b-babe? H-how’s it going?”

Dabi

Dabi’s breath came out in ragged pants as he looked around the corner. ‘Shit!’ he thought as he saw the heroes drawing closer. He was all out of gas and if he knew if he tried to take out the one coming closer then he’d get cornered by the others. Dabi wasn’t stupid he knew he wouldn’t be able to take all of them on. His blue eyes looked around wildly. ‘Think, think, think!-’ He recognized that chinese store.

His eyes lit up as a smirk graced his scarred features. It seemed as though he would have to pay you an impromptu visit. Surprisingly enough his noodle arms were strong enough to heave him over gates as he made his way to your residence. Once the building was in sight he wasted no time in climbing up the fire escape. And just as the voices of the heros turned the corner he was closing your window shut, dodging when a flashlight shined in his direction.

Man he was so glad that he had busted your window the last time he visited. Come to think of it the last time he visited he was also an unwanted guest, the thought made him grin. He didn’t bother turning on the light as he opened your fridge. His eyes caught sight of your tupperware and he pulled it out. He had hit the jackpot, it was homemade. The barbarian didn’t even bother to use the microwave instead he heated up the glass with his flames to cook the food.

You were a good cook he mused as he browsed through the channels on your t.v. He wondered about what you’d say if you woke up to see him eating your food and watching a sitcom in your living room. A snicker escaped his lips as he compared his invasion of your home to goldilocks. Well? That wasn’t a bad idea. He might as well complete the story by taking your bed as well.

Locked. He had to give you credit you were smart to lock your bedroom door. But Dabi was a man of many villainous talents and picking a lock was like stealing candy from a baby… A baby who had a deathgrip. Why was the lock being so bitchy? You must have done something. You were a crafty one so he was willing to bet you did something. “You think your so slick don’t you sugar plum.” He frowned. He worked at the lock for a couple of minutes till it finally clicked.

When he turned the knob and stepped inside he almost tripped. “Fucking energy lights” He hissed as the shoes glitched in a flash of blue. Your room was a mess. And he had to dodge everything but legos to make it to your bed. His eyes made out your form on the bed but the soft glow of your laptop was more appealing. Your bed was right next to your dresser and it seemed like you had the laptop angled towards you before you fell asleep. “Let’s see what you were watching before you went to sleep sweetheart.” He chuckled.

Great you had a password. He had failed twice but then recalled the name of the soup kitchen you volunteered at. “Typical.” He snorted watching as the screen displayed a play button. He wondered what a goodie toe-shoes like you watched. Who knows maybe you watched fighting tactics and that’s how you got out of his hold the first time you met. The video buffered a bit before playing and a lo whistle left his lips. “Well hello.” He grinned watching as the girl in the video spread her legs wider. The other actress licked a stripe up the girls cunt and she let out an exaggerated moan.

“How naughty.” He chuckled sitting on the edge of your bed to browse through your history. “This kinky bitch.” He muttered as he read the thumbnails of the videos you had watched. He turned his head to chide your sleeping self “Not so innoce-” His words died in his throat. How the fuck didn’t he notice before? His eyes ran up and down your exposed body and he hummed in satisfaction at what he saw. “You know you look a lot better like this than with those ugly ass clothes.” He mumbled.

It was then that he caught sight of the crumbled towel at the foot of your bed. But what really surprised him was the object near your thigh. “You lewd bitch.” He scoffed as he wrapped his fingers around the large neon blue dildo. It was big. Bigger than he was. He was curious. There was no way this whole thing fit up your pussy. Right? Well you know what they say right? Curiosity killed the cat.

He dug around your drawer till he found your ill concealed lube. “Sparkling cherry.” he rolled his eyes. The heathen didn’t even bother taking off his shoes as he climbed on top of your bed. His warm hands took the underside of your knees and he pulled you closer all while spreading your legs. You looked so different like this. When he had started keeping tabs on you it was strictly to make sure you didn’t spill the beans on who he was watching that one christmas morning. He wasn’t planning on enjoying your company nor did he foresee himself in this position with you. You were always just a...Friend?

“A safe haven.” He muttered as he doubted his actions. He swallowed thickly an odd sense of guilt flooding his body. You were someone he could count on. Someone he came to rant to, someone who gave him warm meals and no matter how enticing you looked and despite the fact that he had a raging hard on and he wanted nothing more than to shove the toy up your cunt.. He couldn’t… Dabi huffed in annoyance and went to move from on top of you.

“Pussy.” He heard you slur. His electric blue eyes shot to yours quickly. His jaw dropped. You were awake!?!? “You bitch were you awake the whole time?” He hissed. “Your loud as fuck. But no I woke up when you touched me. Your hands are insanely hot.” You commented. Well.. Since you were now awake that changed things. “Well?” “Well what?” He frowned. “Are you gonna put it in or not?” You grinned. He mirrored your smirk “You asked for it twinkle toes.” “Seriously!? Would you stop calling me tha-Ah~”

I guess Dabi got his answer :P

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Bouncing Baby [4]: Sick Day

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Pairing: Shota Aizawa x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 5,613

A/N: Wow, hi guys! It's been a minute! I hope that you all like this next part! I'm so excited it's finally done after all this time. Hopefully you all still want to read it! This was a lot of fun to write. I hope you all enjoy!! Also, I hate editing on Tumblr Mobile, lol

You knew as soon as you woke up that morning, there was no way you were going to work. Your head was packed, your ears were stuffy and ringing, and your throat felt like sandpaper. You could barely open your eyes to shut off your alarm. You coughed, nearly puking as phlegm came up with it. You spit in the trash can next to your bed.

"Shota," you whined rolling over, and accidentally smacking him in the face with your hand. He grunted.

"You're not going to work today, are you?" he muttered, eyes still close.

"Are you crazy?" You coughed and spit in the can again. "You know my quirk copies my physical state on other people. If I try to heal anyone, they'll all leave the office feeling like this."

"I figured as much, that's why I asked."

Shota grabbed you, pulling your back to his front. You were worried about him getting sick. But you didn't protest the cuddles. They made you feel a lot better. You wished the two of you could lay there all day.

"I'll take Kohaku to work with me," Shota said as the third alarm rang. Reluctantly he sat up, placing his feet on the floor.

You rolled to face him, mostly asleep. Your head swam. "You don't have to. She's a handful."

"She'll be fine, nothing I can't handle."

"But your class - after everything that's happened...They still have so much left to learn. That's why I've been keeping her with me."

"Exactly, if they can't handle a child after this - there's no hope for them," your husband chuckled. You wanted to protest more. But your mind was getting dragged down into slumber.

You didn't hear them leave. Only waking to an empty house. For the first time in years, you were alone. No husband, no baby - it was unbearably quiet. But it was nice and serene. If only you didn't have a cold.

You glanced at the clock on the stove. Shota was three hours into work. You wondered how he and his class were faring. Little did you know, Kohaku would soon give them a run for their money.

Nobody had really questioned when Shota Aizawa walked through the halls with a baby that morning. A bag in his wife's favorite color was hung from his shoulder, and a black haired baby who was the spitting image of him on his hip. She was fast asleep against his shoulder.

By that time in the school year, everybody knew he was married to one of the school's nurses and that the baby was theirs. The secret he'd been trying to keep, leaking out after only two weeks. All due to an incident where she phased through the walls, giving everyone a fright.

It had been a regular occurrence after that that he'd watch the child in the classroom. Giving his wife a break to focus on her duties. So his class didn't much question the child either. Even though it'd been four months since they saw her last. The baby had grown much in that time.

Shota put his sleeping daughter in her playpen, then stood in front of his class. On his way to work, he'd thought of something fun. Something to give him a story to tell his sick wife to cheer her up when he got home. Maybe he'd even send her a video while the chaos ensued.

"Your morning classes will proceed as usual," he said. "However, your training later today will be different than normal."

Shota didn't answer any of his students questions. They would all just have to wait and see.

Their classes went by, lunch came and went. So far, Kohaku had been tame. He only had to erase her quirk a few times. Which she grew irritated at quickly. But she calmed down after All Might sat with her for an hour.

Kahaku napped after his visit. Shota right alongside her. He was glad she decided to sleep during the lunch period. He knew she was at her worst after nap time. But he wasn't concerned about it today. Today, her unruliness wasn't his problem. In fact, it worked great with his plan. It wouldn't have been as fun if she fell asleep in the middle of it.

Shota escorted his class to their training facilities once they all had changed. Kohaku was just beginning to wake up due to all the noise. She was still slumped against her father's shoulder.

"Mr. Aizawa, what are we doing today?" Iida asked. "Is it some sort of special training?"

Shota smirked to himself. "Something like that. Today - you'll be taking care of my daughter."

There was a loud, collective WHAT?!

"We're not damn babysitters!" Bakugo growled.

"Don't curse around the girl, Bakugo!" Iida scolded.

Uraraka stepped forward. "She's only a baby, it shouldn't be too hard. Right?"

"Kohaku is very special. And not just to me and her mom. Kohaku is a year and seven months. However, as you may know, she already has her quirk," Aizawa explained. There were murmurs of oh yeah and shit, that's right. "My daughter can change the material her entire body structure is made of. Most likely to an atomic level. But, since she's only a baby, what she becomes and what she decides to do are totally unpredictable.

"Your task is to watch her until the end of the day. I won't be erasing her quirk. Time out will only be called if Kohaku falls asleep or needs her diaper changed. If she's still in the facility at the end of the day, you've successfully completed the exercise. But if she gets out, even once, then I'm going to make you sit through sex education classes with Midnight for a week."

There was a collective shutter, aside from Mineta. He was way too into it. Nose bleed and all. Everyone else one could see them sifting through worst case scenarios. Shota knew Nemuri would be only too excited to show his class the ropes if BDSM. Quite literally.

Shota moved Kohaku's hair from her eyes. Checking if she'd gone back to sleep. But Kohaku leaned up, yawning as she rubbed her face. She grinned up at her father, then turned to look at everyone else. She leaned shyly back against his shoulder. There were a few aawwwws.

"You're playing shy now?" Shota chuckled. "You know them. They're going to play with you today. Would you like that? - I've brought a bag of her toys with us. Everybody take one. The first person she goes to gets to sit out a day of lessons if the class manages to fail. If the class succeeds, that person gets extra credit towards any class they're currently lacking in."

His whole class clambered for the bag. Pulling out cute little bunnies, and plastic rings, and soft books that crinkled when they moved. Bakugo was unlucky enough to get a teether that looked like a bowl of ramen that she'd recently chewed on. He turned white when her spit coated his hand. He seemed about ready to destroy it.

"I would like to note," Shota added. "That if any of the toys are ruined by a student, it's an automatic failure for the entire group."

Everybody turned to Bakugo. He glared them down, snapping an insult. Shota sat on the floor, and a few people followed. He put Kohaku on his knee, turning her towards the class. She seemed mesmerized by her selection of toys.

"Do we have any questions before we start?"

Iida's hand shot into the air. "Mr. Aizawa, could you please tell us what materials your daughter can turn herself into?"

Aizawa nodded. "I was wondering if any of you were going to ask. Lucky Iida did, so that you all can be warned. - So far, Kohaku has done four things. One, she can become a rubber-like substance. If she falls or jumps off something, she'll bounce. After each subsequent one, she will become faster indefinitely until she hits something she can't bounce off of.

"Two, she can become heavy metal. When this happens, Kohaku can't be picked up or knocked over. This is often how she pushes over her playpen. However, the metal is soft and scratches easily. Which means that, when she deactivates, she'll have cuts in her skin. Third, she can turn her skin into a diamond material. Unlike with the metal, she can't be hurt in this state. But she is light and can be moved. Finally, Kohaku has figured out how to make her matter permeable. You all have met Mirio, of the Big Three. It seems to be similar to his quirk.

"She may be a child. But children are unpredictable, and Kohaku is particularly rambunctious once she warms up to you. If you all can handle villains, I see no reason why you should have any trouble with my daughter. Does anyone else have anything to ask?"

When the class remained silent, Shota nodded. He bounced Kohaku on his knee for a moment while he spoke to her.

“Okay, Kohaku,” Shota started. “Which toy would you like to play with?”

He stood her on her feet, making sure she was balanced. She sucked on her thumb as she slowly started to wobble towards the class. Some began to shake rattles at her or crinkle books. A few started making the noise to call cats. Shota rolled his eyes, you couldn’t pspspspspsss at a baby.

Finally, she wandered over to Todoroki. He’d been sitting quietly, watching her. His eyes grew wide as she crawled in his lap, reaching for the rabbit in his hand. Todoroki froze as she pulled herself up to stand on his thigh. She held the rabbit closely, while gripping on to his shoulder for balance. Shota made sure to get a photo on his phone of Todoroki’s terrified face.

“Are you okay, Todoroki?” Asui asked.

The corners of his mouth pulled down as he lifted up Kohaku and held her in front of him. She gurgled happily, jingling the chime in the rabbit.

“You scared of a stupid baby, Half and Half?” Bakugo snapped. He came over and took Kohaku from Todoroki’s hands, causing her to lose her grip on the rabbit. For once, Shota was glad when Kohaku started to cry. This was the beginning of the end.

Kohaku quickly turned herself into heavy metal. Bakugo cursed, trying to keep a grip on her. But she ultimately slammed to the ground. Kohaku gurgled happily, though Bakugo glared. She’d narrowly missed crushing his foot.

Shota watched on, laughing to himself, as Kohaku began to phrase through the large training terrain in the middle of the room. Students followed, leaping up into them. Trying to figure out where she might be in the structure.

“There!” Kirishima called from the other side.

Everyone followed, disappearing quickly, and Shota went to get a higher vantage point. Kirishima dove for Kohaku, but she went right through his fingers. He looked at his hands in disbelief, then watched as she teetered away. A few people tried to grab her, but she went through all of them.

“Oh, c’mon!” Kaminari whined. “She’s going to get out!”

“She’s not a dog, sweetie,” Ashido said, rolling her eyes.

“She’s still heading for the wall! Which means -” Kaminari paled, so did Ashido when she remembered what Kohaku’s escape meant.

“Todoroki,” Asui asked. “Where’s that rabbit you had?!”

Todoroki glanced over his shoulder. “I put it back in the bag.”

“That’s okay, I think I can replicate it.” Yaoyorozu flicked quickly through her book, then focused. Not long after a semi-perfect replication of Kohaku’s rabbit sat in her hands. She shook it, and the chime inside jingled. Kohaku stopped in her tracks, one hand held up to the wall.

Kohaku searched for the sound, sputtering happily as she found the rabbit. She waddled over to Yaoyarozu , hands extending as far as her little arms could reach. Yaoyarozu picked her up, jingling the rabbit again. Kohaku seemed happy as long as made noise.

"That was way too close!" groaned Uraraka, slumping to the ground.

"I guess we gotta keep her entertained," Kirishima noted. "But how? Yaoyarozu can't keep making toys."

Aoyama butted in then, radiating sparkles. He grinned at Kohaku. "Allow moi to try. Prepare to be amazed, mon petit!"

However, Kohaku wasn't the least bit impressed by his belly laser. Even when he tried to make it flashy, like fireworks. Shota knew that'd never work on her. He chuckled at the display, taking a picture.

"She's just as mean as Mr. Aizawa," Aoyama whined. He curled into a ball, tears slipping out. The whole class groaned.

Uraraka was next to try. She held out her arms, which Kohaku reluctantly went into. It took Yaoyarozu giving Kohaku the rabbit to hold.

"You wanna go for a ride?!" Uraraka grinned then activated her quirk. It was a moment before Kohaku could process what was happening. But when she realized she was floating high above the others she began to cry.

"Uraraka! Put her down!!" Ojiro yelled.

Uraraka panicked, flailing for a moment. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!!"

When Uraraka released her, Kohaku fell right into Shoji's arms. Which she did not like very much. Kohaku wailed loudly, clearly not a fan of the multi-limbed hero. Mineta panicked and began trying to juggle some of his balls.

Ashido marched over, swiftly taking Kohaku. "Gimme her, you guys don't know anything about babies! It's okay, sweetie, Auntie Mina is here to save you from these idiots."

She sat down, Kohaku in her lap. Then started making faces at her. Kohaku's crying eased, and there was a moment of relief as she began to giggle. Though even that was short lived. Ashido decided to take Kohaku on a surf around the room. Only to have her goop splash and melt down Kohaku's newly made rabbit. That led to another bout of crying.

"And who were you just calling idiots?" Kaminari asked snidely.

Ashido whined. "Shut up, Denki! It was an accident! Here! - Tsu, you take her!"

"Me?" she asked, pointing to herself. But Kohaku was already in her arms. The two stared at each other. "You can definitely tell she's Mr. Aizawa's daughter."

Kohaku laughed as Asui's tongue hung out of her mouth. She reached for it, tugging, and catching poor Asui off guard. Kohaku stretched and pulled her tongue, gurgling in glee.

"Do you want me to take her, Tsu?" Midoriya offered. Kohaku has been playing with her tongue for five minutes at that point. Anyone could tell how uncomfortable she was.

Asui nodded. "Thanks."

"C'mere, little Kohaku," he cooed, trying to pull Kohaku off. She didn't want to let go. No matter how much he tugged and pulled. Asui even tried to retract her tongue.

Aizawa snapped a picture of the tongue of war.

Finally, Kohaku let go. But so did Midoriya. Everyone watched in horror as the baby went flying.

"What the hell, Deku, you dunce?!" Bakugo growled.

Kohaku smooshed against the wall, then sprang back, careening towards the floor. She began to laugh and sprang off the floor as Sero and Kaminari hit heads trying to catch her.

"That's right!" Iida announced. "Mr. Aizawa said she can turn into rubber and bounce. - But she'll get exponentially faster. We have to catch her before she becomes too fast to see."

"We better do it soon, look!" The sleeve of Hagakure's uniform pointed up at the training terrain. Kohaku was bouncing off one level then the other. Shota dodged expertly as she passed him, she was nothing but a blur.

A few went to catch her, but she even escaped Iida's swiftness. Soon there was nothing but ominous bouncing and maniacal giggles echoing. No baby in sight.

"We're too late," Tokoyami shouted. "It's going to be impossible to catch her now."

Jiro kneeled. "Not impossible. Hanta, when I signal -"

Sero nodded, readying to shoot. Jiro plugged into the floor hearing every place she hit. The floor, the wall, the terrain, the ceiling…

"There!" she shouted, pointing to a space in the air.

Sero shot tape. To everyone's surprise, it wrapped around something. Kohaku appeared, pulling him with her velocity before she sprang back and hit him. Knocking them both to the floor. Kohaku cooed happily from her spot on Sero's chest. He gave a weak smile and a thumbs-up, trying to get the wind back in him.

Kirishima went and picked her up. He grinned at her. But she seemed unsure of his pointed teeth. "That's an awesome power you got, little dude! Mine's not half as cool."

He hardened himself up and Kohaku was instantly mesmerised. She turned herself into diamond. Clinking her hands against his hard skin, sputtering out happy gurgles.

"Really? That's all it took?" Hagakure wondered.

Something strange began to happen the longer Kirishima played with Kohaku. She began to deform her skin. Eventually, it writhed and wriggled. Her whole body trembled. She took partial form once, twice - three times. Kirishima stared in awe as she settled on her final form.

"Oh wow!" He held Kohaku up to face his teacher. "Hey! Mr. Aizawa, look! She has a new ability!"

For the first time in over an hour, Shota joined his students. They all crowded around to what happened. In Kirishima's arms sat a baby that looked to be made of rock. Her skin was hard and rough, even crunchy! It had ridges, similar to Kirishima's when he hardened all the way up. Shota snapped a picture of the pair.

Kohaku laughed, reaching for her father. Shota was surprised to find she was very dense. Not impossible to hold like the metal baby. But she felt like a small boulder. Very weighty and sturdy.

"Look at you," Shota chuckled, kissing the top of her head. "I'm very proud of you, Kohaku."

Kohaku went back to normal. Shota wrinkled his nose as soon as she did. He held her slightly away from him. Apparently all that effort to change made her soil her diaper. He wasn't the only one that smelled it. A few others were covering their noses. Some even gagging.

"I'm going to change her. I'll be back in a few minutes." Shota took her to a side room with the diaper bag. He decided it was time to give his wife a call.

"Hey," she croaked as the line crackled to life.

"You sound worse than this morning," he noted grimly. "Are you taking care of yourself?"

[Name] coughed. "Of course. I've had three glasses of water today. Plus I've been downing cough drops like candy."

"Drink more. I'll pick you cold medicine on my way home from work."

"I can go get it, you have Kohaku -"

Shota rolled his eyes. "I can handle her all on my own."

"Has she been good today?"

He grinned to himself. "Exceptional. I'm changing her now, so I thought I would call and check in on my lovely wife."

"I can't wait for you guys to get home," [Name] admitted. "It's unnerving how quiet it is. And I haven't been away from Kohaku this long before. I keep thinking I hear her crying."

"You need some rest." Shota frowned. "I'll call you again before we leave. We love you."

[Name] sighed in defeat, much too tired to argue. "I love you both, too. I'll talk to you later."

Shota hung up and finished changing Kohaku. He washed his hands, then took her back to the gym. "Are you ready to continue play time?"

All of his students had a new heir of determination. They'd seen what she could do now. Shota didn't know if they'd come up with a plan, or we're just being over confident.

"You have just over an hour until the end of the day," he announced. "So let's make this interesting."

"Wait - didn't Mina destroy one of her toys?" Midoriya asked. The class paled in realization. "Shouldn't we be out?"

Shota shook his head. "The toy Ashido melted down was made by Yaoyarozu. It wasn't one I brought with us. So you all haven't failed - for now. At the moment, only Todoroki and Kirishima are safe -"

"Why is shitty hair safe?!" Bakugo blazed.

"He helped her realize a new ability. I think that's a feat that deserves to be rewarded."

Kirishima grinned. "Awesome! Thanks, Mr. Aizawa!"

"Which leads me to the next part." This whole, honestly, couldn't have gone any better. This was better than he'd originally planned. "I want to see if anyone else can help Kohaku develop her quirk. As long as she isn't hurt, you can try to encourage her any way you see fit. The offer from earlier still stands. Anyone who succeeds is given extra credit, if you win. And gets to skip Midnight's, most likely elicit, sex education class, should you fail. - Your time begins now."

Shota put Kohaku down. She immediately went to Kirishima and rocked up. He hardened up himself as he picked her up.

"Maybe it isn't manly, but you're just so adorable," he said and gave her a little squeeze.

"Oi, shitty hair!" Bakugo raged, marching over. "How is anyone else supposed to get a chance if you don't put the brat down?!"

"Insult my daughter again, Bakugo," Shota warned, eyes glowing. "And you'll wish Nemuri's class was the worst thing in your future."

Bakugo huffed. "Yeah, whatever."

"So…." Kirishima chuckled awkwardly. "Who wants to go first?"

"I'll give it a go!" Sato stepped forward, downing a thing of sugar. Kohaku was unimpressed as he powered up and flexed some. He gave up pretty quickly.

"It's okay, you tried your best," Ashido encouraged as he passed her.

Kaminari stepped up next, flashing electricity in the palm of his hand. Kohaku seemed to enjoy the show, but there was no sense that she was trying to change.

"Oh, c'mon," Kaminari groaned. "Don't you want to be an electric baby?"

"So she can fry herself and be as dumb as you?" Jiro teased. "I think not."

"Alright then, you give it a go!" Kaminari slunk away dejectedly.

Jiro and Kohaku exchanged a long glance. Then she extended her earphone jacks towards her. However Jiro retracted them immediately as Kohaku reached for them.

"Sorry, Kohaku," she said and jerked thumb behind her. "But you're not doing to me what you did to Tsu."

"You all aren't doing it properly," Iida scolded, stepping forward. "Allow me to demonstrate. Kirishima, put her down."

Kirishima did as he was asked. Kohaku was not very pleased. She went back to normal as she eyed Iida.

"Look here, little one," Iida instructed. He showed off his leg engines, revving them for show. Kohaku tilted her head.

Iida took a sprint around the room. Then came to a stop in front of her again. Kohaku laughed at that, reaching her arms out.

Iida shook his head. "Now you try."

Kohaku pouted. Kirishima laughed. "She wants you to pick her. Maybe if you took her on a run with you?"

Iida glanced between his classmate and the baby. Finally, he sighed and picked her up. He tucked her to his chest with one arm, then took off into a sprint. Shota had a feeling her hair was going to be a big knotted mess afterwards.

Kohaku looked slightly green as they came to a stop. Iida put her down, then gave her a small lecture on how his engines work. How she could incorporate them. But, honestly, she was a baby. So of course the whole thing was lost to her.

"You do know that's not how children work, right?" Uraraka asked.

Ashido crouched in front of her, conjuring a whole hand of grey mush. "How about you become a slime baby for Auntie Mina?"

"You sound stupid," Bakugo snapped. "Stop calling yourself that."

Ashido threw the slime at him. "Why don't you shut up?! Nobody asked you!"

It took a few people to cool him down. The sound as his hands began to pop got Kohaku's attention. She crawled right past Ashdio, who was still trying to coax out a slime baby. Kohaku sat staring up at Bakugo, watching as his hands crackled.

"What're you looking at?" he snapped, glaring at her.

Kohaku stood as the popping stopped, and pulled one of his hands into her own. She looked closely at his palm and then flipped his hand over. She seemed dissatisfied. Kohaku made a soft pa, pa, papa, pa.

Bakugo frowned. "What are you doing?"

"I think she wants you to use your quirk again," Sero pointed out. Kohaku continued to make the soft pa, papa, pa, pa, paap.

Bakugo sighed. But he did crouch to her height. "I need my hand back to make them pop."

Kohaku seemed to understand and immediately let go. Bakugo took a step away and lit his hands up for her. Kohaku squeezed in glee. She threw her hands up, making louder pa, papa, pa, pa!! She began running around again. Kohaku ran back through the terrain.

"Oh, way to go, Bakugo!" Mineta groaned. "You scared her. Now she's going to get out!"

"Shut it, extra," Bakugo snapped. "I didn't scare her."

"Not with his quirk, anyway," Kaminari snickered quietly. Bakugo turned to him, blazing.

Everyone went back up and over. Kohaku was nowhere in sight.

"Oh no, we lost her!" Ashido exclaimed. "I am not sitting through Miss. Midnight's class with you people!"

"She's not lost!" Midoriya exclaimed. "Look, over there!"

He pointed down by the far wall. Sure enough, Kohaku looked ready to go through it.

"We won't reach her in time," Todoroki said.

Midoriya launched off. "I got her."

Unfortunately he went right through. Smacking face first into the wall.

"Idiot, Deku!" Bakugo took off after. "I'm not going to fail babysitting because of you!"

He landed, popping his hands again. Kohaku turned to him. She crawled over Midoriya, going to sit and watch the show.

"Wow, Bakugo is surprisingly good with kids," Ashido said, faintly.

Everyone dropped down to sit by Kohaku. There wasn't much time left. They just had to keep her entertained for a little while longer.

"Hey, Todoroki! Why don't you make some snow?!" Hagakure cheered.

Kaminari looked incredibly confused. "What?"

"Do you really think that will work?" Kirishima asked.

Hagakure nodded, even though no one could see it. "Sure, nobody can resist playing in the snow!"

Todoroki touched his hand to the floor. It iced up. Then a large flow started, not quite freezing all the way. Bakugo was not pleased as it crashed over him, dousing his flames. Kohaku's head popped out of the snow. She giggled happily as she looked around.

"What the hell, Half and Half?!" Bakugo yelled, melting the slush around him.

Kohaku crawled through the snow. She started taking chunks in her hand and compressing them. Everyone was a little confused when it congealed into ice. Until Kohaku started to tremble again. She stretched and jellied and shook. Then, finally, took form. This time, she looked to be made of ice.

Shota snapped another picture. "Maybe we should let her see quirks in use more often."

"Aw, man, that's not fair!" Mineta whined.

"I mean, of course Todoroki would be good at this. He's good at everything." Hagakure shrugged.

For the first time, Kohaku seemed to notice her. Just a uniform with no body seeming to be attached. Kohaku wandered over to her. She put her hands on where Hagakure's face should be. She was definitely surprised there was something there.

The disturbed look on Kohaku's face faded quickly. She patted Hagakure's face a few more times. Then began to shake again. She flickered a few times.

"This is amazing," Uraraka said in awe. "How do you think she's catching on to quirks so fast?"

"Observation, I suppose," Iida noted. "Look!"

Finally, Kohaku managed to flicker all the way out. Just a t-shirt and pants. She giggled to herself. Hagakure picked her up and hugged her tightly.

"I feel so flattered," she cried.

Bakugo grumbled. "She probably would've picked up my quirk, if you extras hadn't distracted her! Then she'd a real power!"

"No offense, Bakugo. But the last thing Mr. Aizawa and nurse [Name] need is another one of you," Kaminari said.

Bakugo was ready to argue again. A few people scrambled to cool him down. Shota admired the scene as they fought. Kohaku was coming along quite well. Better than he'd expected. He and [Name] had been afraid to let Kohaku around people while using their quirks. But he was starting to see how it's be beneficial to her.

Sure, there were things she'd figured out on her own. But she was very smart for her age. And her abilities with her quirk, the control, the range - it would make her something of a prodigy. He would have just to make sure to lead her down a good path. But not feel like she was being forced to do anything she didn't want to.

Shota wondered if any of the other hero courses would mind the exercise. That way Kohaku could be exposed to more, so she could learn. He'd have to have his wife take her to sit with the class beforehand. So she knew them. Then he'd take on the day of exercise. Just in case her quirk needed erasing.

"Enough of this," Iida yelled, finally. "We've nearly completed the exercise. Just a few more minutes, then you can argue about this outside."

Bakugo huffed. Kohaku became visible again and wriggled out of Hagakure's grasp. She went back to Bakugo. Pa, pa, pa!

"Yeah, pa," he groaned. He lit his hands up. But everyone nearly ran as Kohaku became an inferno. The flames were wild. Blazing and licking at people. She tottered from side to side. Melting the snow Todoroki had created.

As she tried to run off, fire still uncontrollable, Shota thought it was time to step in. He leapt down and joined his students.

"That's enough, Kohaku," he scolded. His eyes glowed and his hair flowed around him. Her flames were immediately doused. She tried to flick them back on a few times. But nothing worked. She wailed as she realized she couldn't do it anymore. "If you can't use your quirk responsibly, then you aren't going to use it at all."

Shota picked Kohaku up. She must've been getting tired from using her quirk, and playing so much the last few hours. She was getting cranky. But Shota knew she'd zonk in the car seat on the way home.

"We're calling it early, Kohaku is tired," Shota said. He wanted to add and so am I, to the end of it but refrained. "I'm proud of how each and every one of you did today. Surprisingly, you all passed. Congratulations. You're better with children than I thought."

"So - no Midnight?!" Ashdio asked excitedly.

Shota shook his head. "No, you saved yourselves. Barely."

"Uh, should someone take Deku to Recovery Girl?" Asui asked, leaning over his slumped form by the wall. "I think he knocked himself out earlier."

"Asui, you and Uraraka take Midoriya to the nurse's office while I finish up here."

Uraraka went and lightened up Midoriya, then her and Asui made their way out the door.

"Todoroki, Kirishima, Hagakure, Bakugo - you all get extra credit. If you don't need, or want it, you're more than welcome to give it to someone else. Just let me know who."

"I know exactly what I'm using mine for!" Hagakure cheered.

"C'mon, man," Kaminari groaned, tugging at Bakugo's sleeve. "I know you have perfect grades! Give me your credit!"

Bakugo glared. "Get off me!"

Kirishima awkwardly went up to his teacher. He grinned shyly. "Hey, Mr. Aizawa, if you ever want a babysitter, I'd be more than happy to watch Kohaku. Whenever you need."

"I'm sure she'd like that. I'll keep that in mind," Shota noted. And he would. Kohaku really seemed to like him, and he and his wife hadn't gone on a date in ages.

"Mr. Aizawa, is that all for today's exercise?" Iida asked. "Are we free to go?"

"Yes. But first - I just wanted to say thanks to all of you," Shota started. "You all did well handling her. There doesn't seem to be a scratch on her. She's learned a lot, but still has a long way to go. I know she'll keep today with her, even when she's older." Shota checked the time. They really had made it to the end of the day without an incident. "You're all free to go."

"Hey, Mr. Aizawa," Ashido started as the group left the facility. "Why did you bring Kohaku today?"

"Because even nurses have sick days."

Kohaku slept on the way home, and while in the store. Shota couldn't wait to get home and tell his wife about his day. The one he'd planned all for her. He was sure she'd cry laughing so hard. It was all worth it if he could cheer her up, even a little bit.

The house was dark and quiet when they got in. He didn't bother flicking on any lights. Just in case it woke up Kohaku. Instead just setting down his things and going to look for his wife. She was curled up in their bed asleep in a mountain of tissues, some DVD rolling credits on her laptop. Shota laughed to himself.

He moved everything and laid Kohaku down next to her mother. His stories would have to wait. For the time being, it was family nap time. That was truly the perfect ending to the day.

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