#white haired izuku au

[cyber-phobia]

For White-haired izuku au, did Yagi suggest izuku to go bald?

he would never! he gave him an ugly hat.

[imagination-mess]

White-haired Izuku Midoriya

This is a rambling post of an idea.

This is AU of AFO living a double life and is Izuku’s biological Father. Tenko is his older brother from adoption. This is different from canon. His behavior is different from canon and career path. AFO is hiding in plain sight as a government official.  

In an alternative universe, there exists a white-haired Izuku who isn’t a pro hero but an inventor and a quirk researcher. The white hair comes from receiving a quirk from his father at the age of 20 because Izuku is always looking into what he isn’t supposed to be. He needed to be able to defend himself because Izuku was a man that society shouldn’t make an enemy of. He knows way too much for his own good and has connections on both sides, villains and heroes. 

He could have worked at a top facility to create costumes and support items for heroes but didn’t want to work underneath someone and control what he could or could not do. Most of all he wanted to choose who he wanted to work with. He has a small shop in the city already earning a reputation that he can work with any sort of quirk and will create a costume or support item that will best fit the user. 

Izuku was known as the younger brother of the controversial Pro-Hero Dust when his costume kept getting destroyed over and over again. Everyone knew the destined inventor of Tenko wasn’t putting everything into Tenko’s costume. Most of it was unthreading of his costume and getting ripped apart more often compared to others who have the same designer. So Izuku took it upon his own hands to create an even better one for Tenko at the age of 15. Ever since Tenko and close friends of his older brother were commissioned by him when he opened his own shop and rejected the job offers. He would be booked out for months and was particularly picky with his clients because he doesn’t tolerate bullshit.  

Once he graduated from high school, he went to a university that is famous for its Quirkology major that isn’t as popular because of the complexities. It was a hard major to even understand. He had the thick skin to deal with the knowledge of all and obnoxious professors. He became well-known in that area of the field because his research was published by the university later in his career.

At the age of 24, he was well known within the heroes community, scientist, and researcher field. His shop thrived even when he had the shop closed when he was out doing things related to the scientific side of his career. Izuku’s prices for his service were high because he provides the highest quality to work with for their costumes or support equipment depending on their abilities. 

During this time, he met his future spouse who was hiding in plain sight similar to his father but wanted by the heroes commission. The reason she rejected working with the Heroes Commission when she was younger was because of her abilities. The no to her costs her a lot. Izuku wasn’t oblivious that the hero's commission wasn’t as good as they tried to seem. 

Their first interaction was funny because Izuku was practicing his new abilities and trying to learn new moves deep in the forest. In an attempt to scare him off like everyone else, he came back and camped in the forest because he wanted to know what was causing this phenomenon. Was he scared? Yes at first. He came prepared when he came back with weapons. 

The rest was history. Izuku helped them understand more about their quirk and learn how to control it better. Izuku helped them through his father's connections creating a fake alias to be able to be in public.

Izuku hired him as an employee who became the destined person to collect the information needed from the client of the shop. Izuku has a very specific way of collecting information and using it to determine what would be the best way to fix or update their costume or support equipment. The progress takes about 2-4 hours depending on the client's abilities and issues they are having with their costume. He is very thorough in collecting information. The hours are split a week apart to let the client think about his questions for a bit. He is the best inventor for a reason. 

Later on in the years, when Tenko got engaged. It was a shocker to the family that the older son was even dating in the first place, and Izuku got beat up for his comments when he met Tenko’s fiance. 

“I thought you were going to die alone.” 

“How much money did he pay you? You can tell me.”

To be Continued....

if anyone wants to hear more of this idea, feel free to send an ask or dm.

[icraveangst]

Giving izuku trauma because why not?

Lmao, he looks like a dog with rabies in the last panel(?)

[povertygoblin]

Safe in Fathers Arms

[amaranthdahlia]

au where izuku has a bunny quirk and katsuki is absolutely smitten

[connisk]

(Fanfic that I really like by @kitsunefyuu )(strongly recommend)

Something about this mental image of AFO dressing izuku in fancy clothes, like very dear doll, just stuck with me. And I felt like drawing a few of the more feminine outfits since every one of them has some kind of meaning to the story.

The first more feminine outfit was the one izuku chose specifically when he tried to convince his father to let him go to UA.

"Dad, I want to go back to a real school and make actual friends," Izuku spoke bluntly. Trying his damn hardest to keep himself calm as he asks, and had even prepared himself with his dads favorite outfit. It was a traditional green Hanfu dress with flowers. More than aware it is for women, but it isn't as if it matters in a home where the only company he's allowed is his father.

Absolutely creepy, but in sweet way. As he doesn't care about what he supposed to be wearing and enjoys everything, but at the same time trying to persuade his father to what he wants with it.

The second outfit I drew was the black dress he wore when he accidentally met his childhood friend. And it escalated quickly to the worst

Maybe Izuku was desperate for some kind of recognition. To gather a fraction of the past that his father took him away from after all these years. That he dug far back to that nickname he hated even if didn’t want to say that name as Kacchan was about to leave, “How about Deku?”

Now that seemed to trigger something and a curiously amused expression showed on Bakugou’s face. The recognition sparked in his eyes as a loud hum escaped him.

“Oh yeah! Deku must explain why you look like a weird doll,” Katsuki said with amusement.

Izuku felt a stab in his chest at the other words.

This happened right after izuku ran away from his dinner with his father. Naturally he was wearing a dress. I can't find the exact quote but I remember it being described as dress with a ribbon. Maybe it was just my imagination, but izuku wearing a dress and looks like a doll, Plus kachan recognizing him by his old nickname just felt very symbolic. Like Deku will never be more than just a doll for others.

The last image, and the one I liked the most was izuku wearing his school uniform.

"Dad! Can you grab me my uniform!?"

(...)

Izuku doesn't even check what the man brought feeling pretty good right now. Though clearly, he was going to end up late so he just throws it on.

(...)

"Sorry he's just- Well he's excited I have a friend," Izuku noted only to realize Shoto was looking at him up and down. "What? Is something wrong?" Ugh, did he not put on enough makeup? Did he put the uniform on and mess up his hair? Izuku felt nervous at his friend's suddenly very critical gaze wondering if he needs to run back home to fix up-

"You look nice,"

(...)

Though when he arrived at the school Izuku felt like he was getting a LOT more looks than normal. To the point if he was honest he kind of felt almost anxious about it as while attention can be nice it felt more like they were weirded out. Wondering why that is the case, he worked hard on his appearance! Even Shoto said he looked nice, did he miss something? "Hey do I look weird?" Izuku questioned wondering why people were staring knowing his friend would be honest. Shoto glanced around a bit then back at him in confusion before a light bulb seemed to register. Those eyes light up as he finally decides to answer the question.

"Probably because you're wearing the girl uniform?" Shoto questioned. As if he hadn't just revealed the most horrifying thing Izuku could have done. The innocent way his best friend didn't even think to point out the uniform was for a girl.

The betrayal izuku felt. For his father it was simply a joke. For izuku it was world shattering. How he took izuku's trust and played with it.

Shoto, with his pure heart didn't question it.

I reason chose to give izuku white hair even when he supposed to still have his green is because he's under his father's manipulation. From the moment his mother died his father was everything to him and he was everything for hisashi.

And still, he plays with izuku's life like he's some kind of doll. Just because he doesn't see a problem with it. But for izuku it affects everything.

[tunafishprincess]

New Kamino’s Ward Chapter is up!

[kairokas]

I am, very late.

I don't know how many weeks this had to stay unfinished in my wips folder but I'm just gonna say, i started when the second chapter was released.

Ah yes! This is for Foxfire written by the amazing @gentrychild! Thank you, for all your awesome fics!

[atriumdraws]

A ‘World heros mission’ prompt! And another excuse to draw izuku in fancy outfits heheheh

[cyber-phobia]

The 2020 era will come back for real w/ me I was here silently looking (w/out an acct) in 2020 and now I have returned with thoughts about all of your aus the todofam au where Izuku pretends to be a todoroki to mess with endeavor is my absolute favorite. Is it okay if I write it up as a full story (w/ credit to you and links to the origional posts)? No pressure <3 I love all of your work <3

Yeah go for it! It's also one of my favorites so I'd love to see where you take it.

[ghoulysaphomet]

Fic art for 'It's better when you're with me (but that's better left unsaid) which you can read here

[usagi-s2]

Dad for one fic rec!

Fearful and Therefore Powerless by TrenchcoatRats

summary: All for one tries to clone his brother for 100 years after he died. Eventually his goal changes into making a son as his memories grow foggy. (This actually reminds me of the book unwind by Neil Shusterman)

[povertygoblin]

💜🖤 Just a sketchy little doodle for my “Crown of Thorns” Au! 🤍💚

[insertdragonpun]

Uncle might and his little monkey from one of my AUs :)

Basically Inko was a Shimura and ended up dying when Izuku was 3ish

So Yagi is invited to her memorial and meets baby Izuku. Afterwards, he asks Hisashi if he could be an uncle to him since he was never able to be the brother Inko needed ( like she called him big brother Toshi before Nana gave her and her brother up)

So in the couple of weeks before the Midoriyas move (there is a reason and that reason is Endeavor) Yagi helps watch over little Izuku while Hisashi works on the paper work and takes a moment to grieve his wife without having to be strong for his son.

Also this Izuku has a deep love for bees. (there is a reason and that reason is Yagi)

Have a bonus Katsuki from the same AU!

I will forever think that this child wears hero merch like crazy but he just has a more subtle way of doing so.

[riahlynn101]

"Rose-Tinted Nostalgia.”

Summary: The memories and times of one, Yoichi Shigaraki.

Trigger warning: Implied/referenced sexual activity, terrorist attacks, and childhood trauma.

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The loud wailing of a crying baby startles Yoichi awake. He jolts upright in bed, clutching the blankets to his chest. His heart hammers against the confines of his ribcage. Bright green eyes flit over to the empty space in the bed. The comforter is rumpled like someone threw it off in a hurry. 

A familiar voice, crackling over the thrift-store-bought baby monitor, helps ease some of his panic. With a fond smile, Yoichi reaches for the monitor to listen in closer. 

“You’re okay. Shhhh…nothing’s going to hurt you, not as long as I’m around,” his soon-to-be-husband quietly reassures Izuku. The three-month-old could be very fussy when he wanted to be.

Yoichi lays back down. The monitor remains close by, providing white noise. A static to match the fuzzy feeling buzzing around in his head.

He closes his eyes. For the first time in a long time, Yoichi is safe, content, and happy with nothing to regret. 

-x-x-x-

Yoichi is many things: pathetic, weak, frail, oblivious - all of which are things his older brother “lovingly” reminds him of, constantly - but Yoichi Shigaraki is not a quitter!

Which is not a good thing, at least according to his mom (who treats him as if he’s made of glass). He disagrees, but only quietly because no one talks back to mom and gets away unscathed. 

“Betcha can’t climb that tree ‘cause you’re scared! ” His obnoxious neighbor, a girl named Asa, taunts. Her hair is plaited into two, dark braids. Her button nose is covered in freckles, spreading across her cheeks. 

Yoichi can’t stand her. She’s mean and rude and….she’s the only one who Hisashi can’t scare off. If anything, Asa takes it as a challenge. His older brother’s threats seem to grow in severity everytime they cross paths. But he has yet to act on any of them, key word being: yet . 

“Heh, just watch,” he tells her, shouldering off his backpack and letting it drop to the grass. Yoichi glances up, suddenly unsure of his ability to climb a tree. It’s a large cherry blossom tree, planted just outside the playground limits. Sometimes, when the grownups are distracted, kids like to try to sneak away and see how high they can climb before they’re caught. The record, as boasted by Itsuki (another boy in their year), is ten feet. 

“Watching,” Asa says.

Yoichi nods, mutely. Today is the day he proves he’s more than his sickness, more than the fragile body he was born into. 

“Well,” she urges, impatiently tapping her foot, “get on with it.”

He doesn’t respond to her. Instead, he hoists himself up onto the first branch, bracing his feet against the tree trunk. The short use of strength leaves Yoichi feeling a little breathless. He ignores it in favor of moving higher, intent on proving something to his classmates. 

He climbs higher and higher and-

“Alright, Ichi-Chan, you can come down now!” Asa calls up to him. 

He rests, leaning his weight against the next branch up. “And, what? Let you best me and beat my record?” 

“Ichi-Chan, it’s not safe to be that high up. Please, come down.” 

He laughs off her concern. The branches creak under his weight, but Yoichi pays it little mind. He starts to pull himself up to the next level, when the unthinkable happens.

With a loud crack and an even louder thud, the branch he had been standing on breaks and falls out from under him. 

Yoichi’s left dangling from the tree branch, stuck between deciding to risk falling on the branch below or pulling himself up (a near impossible task even with the extra support underneath him). 

“Yoichi!” Asa screams. “I’ll go get your brother! Just hang on!” He watches her run away. Tears stream down his face. He wriggles, feet a good distance away from the nearest branch. 

“No!” He begs. “Don’t leave me!”

But she’s already gone. 

He struggles to take in enough air, chest heaving as his sobs intensify. Yoichi’s arms are starting to sting and the earlier adrenaline and dopamine rush has turned into a heart pounding terror. Worse yet, is his sweaty palms, which makes gripping onto his only lifeline that much harder. 

Yoichi tightens his hold, digging his nails into the wood. It helps little. The dried wood burns his skin as it slides out of his grip. He sucks in a breath. And that’s when it happens. His grip loosens, and in just the small millisecond it takes to readjust his hold, Yoichi’s falling. 

His stomach feels light, like gravity has no effect on it. The thinner branches - the ones that jut out from the strong, sturdy ones - scratch up Yoichi’s back, snapping in half from the sudden weight. 

He lands on his back, winded. 

“Little brother!” 

Weakly, desperately, Yoichi wheezes. 

“Oh, no! Yoichi?” Hisashi drops to his knees beside him, eyes wide. “Where’s your inhaler?”  

He somehow manages to get out a pathetic-sounding, “in my bag.”

Hisashi scrambles to search through the backpack - still laying in the grass where Yoichi dropped it. “C’mon! C’mon!” 

Yoichi listens to his frantic older brother. His chest burns and the littlest movement causes pain to spike up his arms and legs. Did he break them? He hopes not, but it wouldn’t be the first time. 

From his place on the ground, Yoichi can see the blue sky. Sometimes he and Hisashi watch the clouds together and tell each other what the fluffy shapes remind them of. It’s rare they get to do that anymore, especially after-

“Here it is!” His older brother carefully supports his head and guides the inhaler to his mouth.

A quick shake followed by one puff. Yoichi coughs, chest still tight but some of the burning is quickly going away. Hisashi gives him one more puff from the inhaler after his coughing fit calms down some.

His older brother pats his arms and legs, gingerly poking and prodding at the limbs to check for broken bones. Yoichi hardly reacts, besides occasionally wincing when his brother pokes a little harder. 

“Probably just a couple of cuts and bruises. But we can double check at home.”

Yoichi sighs in relief. He lives to cause trouble another day!

Someone behind them sniffles. “I-I’m really, really sorry, Ichi-Chan,” Asa cries. 

Hisashi shifts, turning back. “Go away! You’ve done enough!”

He tugs on his brother’s shirt, urging him to leave her alone. “Onii-Chan, it isn’t her fault. I wanted to climb the tree. It’s my fault. She told me not to.”

Hisashi scoffs. “Yeah, right,” he says under his breath. “Well, we need to go home anyway. So, find someone else to bother.”

Yoichi is pulled to his feet. His brother wraps an arm around him, making sure to keep him close. 

Despite his brother trying to block his way, Yoichi manages to wave goodbye to their neighbor, mouthing a quick, ‘thank you.’

-x-x-x-

Everyone’s dancing and drinking and having the time of their lives - a party to celebrate the first (of hopefully, many) laws in favor of meta-users - and all Yoichi can do is stare down at the table in front of him. 

It’s been a month since his release from the vault and adjusting to the outside world remains a work-in-progress. 

“Penny for your thoughts?” A woman asks.

He looks up. “Asa?” He asks, thoroughly confused. Hisashi had told Yoichi he had disposed of her long ago. What that exactly entails, Yoichi never asked (or wanted to know).

She still has her dark hair and freckles, but she’s grow-up a lot. Everything from her height to the way she carries herself to the way she speaks, hits Yoichi like a slap in the face (a reminder that they aren’t children anymore, and Hisashi took most of his teen years away).

“In the flesh,” she says, smiling brightly. “May I sit here?”

“Yeah, sure.”

She sits down, leaning into his space. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Yoichi knows she’s flirting with him. He isn’t attracted to her, at least not in the same way he is to Nisuke. But he can admit, smiling and nodding along to her story, it wouldn’t hurt to indulge himself just this once. 

-x-x-x-

They’re hiding in the cellar. Mommy is holding him, and his big brother close to her chest, hushing them. The basement is dark and reeks of mildew.

From their place under the stairs, Yoichi can hear daddy’s muffled voice pleading with their neighbors.

An hour earlier, Hisashi had been teaching him how to play “Hot Cross Buns” on the piano in their living room. Mommy was making lunch, buzzing around the kitchen in her yellow summer dress with the flower designs on the sleeves. And then daddy had burst into the house, slamming the front door shut behind him.

Hisashi played a high note, startling from the sudden noise. “C’mon, ‘Ichi,” he had said, helping Yoichi down from the bench. 

From there, he, his brother, and mommy were herded into the cellar. He catches a word here and there - “down the street…kill….need to hide…” - but it isn’t enough to help him understand why mommy, daddy, and Hisashi look so terrified.

Before the door closes behind them, Yoichi turns back. He sees daddy - the strongest, most bravest man he’s ever known - standing at the top, tears streaming down his face. 

The door is shut quickly and firmly. 

Now, sitting here, in the pitch black with only mommy’s shushing and Hisashi’s hiccuping breaths, Yoichi is starting to worry about daddy. 

“Mommy? Why isn’t-”

“Shush,” she tells him, running her thin fingers through his medium-length hair. 

“But mo-”

Bang! Bang!

Before he can ask mommy what just happened, her hand is clasped firmly over his mouth. She stiffens, holding them closer. The footsteps and angry voices have quieted down, walking further away from the basement.

The next time he sees daddy, he’s being lowered into the ground.

-x-x-x-

His son is small. Smaller than Yoichi pictured in his head. In the moments between the baby being swaddled and the various tests the nurse (they could only spare a single nurse and a midwife. Many of the base’s residents were injured in an attack, so it’s all the manpower they could lend them) conducts to make sure the baby’s healthy, Yoichi counts ten perfect, little fingers and ten perfect, little toes. 

Asa clears her throat, obviously trying to get his attention. 

He looks up at her. 

“There’s no easy way to say this so I may as well rip the Band-Aid off. I don’t want the baby. I don’t want anything to do with him, and I don’t want to be a part of his life and upbringing.”

Yoichi blinks. He gazes down at the slumbering (is he sleeping or is he awake? He can’t really tell) newborn. The omission isn’t that big of a surprise. Asa’s brought up signing away her rights before, but it still stings in a way it absolutely shouldn’t because the only feeling he holds for her is fleeting childhood nostalgia. 

“Why?” He asks her, if only to have something to tell their son when he gets older. 

“Perhaps it’s selfish of me, but I’ve never wanted to be a mother. I have things I want to do, people I want to meet, and having a baby was never in that plan. Besides,” she smiles at him, tone light, “he’s in good hands.”

“I will protect him until the day I die and then even past that,” he declares, stroking the baby-soft hair on his son’s head. 

Asa giggles. “Not exactly what I meant, Ichi-Chan.”

He looks at her, confused. 

“Well, yes, I know he’ll be safe with you. You are his father, but I am referring to Nisuke. Oh, don’t give that look. I know you two are dating. I’m not dense.”

Yoichi’s face burns. “Uh, oh, sorry. It’s not-”

“No, don’t apologize. I want you to be happy. I want the baby, you, and Nisuke to be happy. Together. After everything you’ve gone through, it’s the least you deserve. And it’s not like I’m going to be off wallowing in self-despair. I’m studying to become a doctor, which - if this whole experience should have taught you anything - we really need right now. Don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine.”

Yoichi nods. 

“Good. Now to the more pressing issue: what are you going to name the baby?”

He thinks of his brother, of all people, right then. How, despite his illness and his unruly behavior in his preteen years, Hisashi never stopped loving him. The gentle way he wiped away Yoichi’s tears after each nightmare. The countless hours of his brother reading Captain Hero aloud to distract from the screaming and bloodshed just outside their window. All the sacrifices his big brother made to keep Yoichi alive and well (and then his sanity took a swan dive, and Hisashi turned into the very monster he wanted to protect Yoichi from). 

A single name pops in his head. One he’s been deliberating on for literal months now. 

When he doesn’t answer, Asa scoffs. “Well, you need to decide-”

“Izuku,” he says, steadfast in his decision. “His name will be Izuku.”

-x-x-x-

In spite of his nerves, Yoichi is the one to ask Nisuke on a date first. 

They have a picnic on the roof of the base. Far from any prying eyes. The sun has started to set, and the sky is painted with all shades of pinks, oranges, and purples. The September air is chilly, and even with a long-sleeve shirt and jacket, Yoichi finds himself shivering. 

Nisuke chuckles, shrugging off his jacket. He carefully drapes the coat over Yoichi’s shoulders. 

The action renders him speechless. All he can do is grasp at the material and mutter a breathy, “thank you.” 

“Don’t mention it.” 

It doesn’t take long for Nisuke to get cold. He tries to hide it with funny quips, but at one point he’s shivering worse than Yoichi. 

“Here.” He makes to give the coat back. A hand, covered in scars and rough with age, grabs his wrist. Yoichi looks at him, puzzled. “Wha-”

His lips are warm, Yoichi notes, dreamily. 

It was their first kiss, but it would most certainly not be their last. 

-x-x-x-

Hisashi holds his hand. The doctor is cleaning Yoichi’s arm for another shot. He hates getting shots, and they never seem to end. 

His older brother squeezes his hand, giving him a soft, reassuring smile. “Almost done,” he murmurs. This used to be dad’s job, but he isn’t here anymore. 

The doctor delivers the vaccine, holding a piece of cotton over the affected area. 

“Ow!” He complains, reaching up to rub at the spot the doctor pricked him at. 

“‘Ichi,” Hisashi says, grabbing his other hand as well, “don’t.”

“But it hurts,” he pouts, sticking out his bottom lip.

“If you don’t rub at it, I’ll buy you one of those penny comics they have at the corner store.”

From the corner of the room, their mom makes a noise of discontent. “Hisashi-”

His older brother just glares at their mom, which shuts her up pretty quick.

He thinks it over. “Deal!” 

That night, Hisashi reads Captain Hero: Volume One aloud to him. It’s the first time he’s ever done so, and it’s the first time Yoichi finds himself wondering if he, as weak as he is, could ever hope to be a hero. 

-x-x-x-

They get married on a Monday in December. No one else attends the ceremony save for Sanshirou - who is their witness and babysitter for the night - Izuku, and an officiant. 

Neither of them have enough money for a tux - borrowed or otherwise - so they’re both dressed rather casually. Yoichi in a long-sleeve shirt with the ironic labeling of “t-shirt” across the front of it and the nicest pair of pants he could find in his pathetically small wardrobe. Nisuke is dressed in a warm flannel button-up shirt and jeans.

The officiant had given them both a once over when they arrived. Clearly a little taken back by their lack of event-appropriate clothing, but held his tongue nonetheless. 

“Do you, Nisuke Harada, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, in good times and woe, for richer or poorer keeping yourself unto him for as long as you both shall live? If so, answer I do.”

“I do,” Nisuke says, voice shaking a little with the weight of their future resting on his shoulders.

“And do you, Yoichi Shigaraki, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, in good times and woe, for richer or poorer keeping yourself unto him for as long as you both shall live? If so, answer I do.”

“I do,” he answers, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. He has to stop himself from giggling - excitement bubbling underneath his skin. It’s all he can do to force himself to stand still and not jump for joy. 

Behind them in the pews, Izuku squeals happily. 

The officiant smiles at them. “Then, by the power vested in me by the city of Musutafu, and agreed upon by both parties and that adorable baby in the front pew, you may kiss your husband.”

Unlike their first kiss, Yoichi is ready. But the way Nisuke presses his lips against his, firmly and gently, still manages to take his breath away. 

-x-x-x-

Izuku giggles, bouncing on his heels. “Look! Look!” He squeals, thrusting a crayoned-drawing towards Yoichi’s chest. 

Nisuke chuckles, watching from the sink in the kitchen. Dishes are a chore no one likes, so they take turns washing them after every meal. This morning it’s Nisuke’s turn. 

“Let me see,” Yoichi says, gently taking the paper from his son’s outstretched hands. 

On the pink construction paper are three blobs. One with hair just above the shoulders, one with spiky hair, and one shorter than the others with curly hair. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what his son is trying to depict. 

“Is this-”

“Mhm!” Izuku excitedly points at the drawing. “That’s you, that one’s papa, and this one’s me!” He looks up at Yoichi, eyes shining. “Do you like it?” 

A soft smile graces his features. Yoichi gives a curt nod. “I love it, Izu. Can I hang it on the fridge?” 

Izuku seems to consider this for a moment, cocking his head to the side. His white curls flopping over his left eye with the sudden movement. He grins, nodding empathically. “Yes, please.” Izuku moves closer, throwing his tiny arms around Yoichi. “I love you, daddy,” he says, genuine in a way only a small child can be. 

“I love you too, Izu.”

-x-x-x-

Izuku is two-months-old when he gets confirmation Asa has passed away. They’re living in an apartment in the city of Musutafu, and have long since cut contact with nearly everyone at the base (besides Sanshirou). 

A car accident. Black ice and a lack of any guard rails sent her vehicle careening over the edge into the river below. 

Though Yoichi doesn’t break down at the news, Nisuke hugs him close and comforts him anyways, probably sensing the conflicting emotions warring in his head. 

That night, Yoichi watches his son while he sleeps. Tiny hands furled up into even tinier fists. “I’ll protect you,” he promises, stroking his son’s hair. Peppering the dark strands are bits of white. If this keeps up, he muses, Izuku will have the same color hair as him and-

He cringes back. He hasn’t thought of Hisashi in months, not since his son’s birth. 

Hopefully hair color is all Izuku and Hisashi will share. 

-x-x-x-

He thinks of all these moments - all blurring together in a blend of beautiful, rose-tinted nostalgia - as he lays dying. The spike attack had been meant for his husband - and even though it hurts (badly) - Yoichi doesn’t regret pushing him out of the way. 

Hisashi stands in the middle of all the chaos. Tears are streaming down his face. He’s quiet for once, staring down at Yoichi. He falls to his knees next to Yoichi’s limp form. 

“Little bro-ther,” he chokes on a sob. “I-I…it wasn’t meant for you. Why..?” The tears are falling faster now.

Yoichi forces one trembling, blood soaked hand up to his older brother’s face. As gingerly as his brother used to after a bad dream or a horrifying ordeal, he touches Hisashi’s face. His brother has a look of absolute shock. “It’ll be okay,” he says, a small smile on his face. “I’ll be able to see my son again.”

Hisashi’s face crumples. He pulls back, taking Yoichi’s hand into his own. Giving it a small squeeze, he takes a deep breath. “About that,” he starts, noticeably not meeting Yoichi’s eyes, “Izuku…he…I…”

With all the grace of an elephant in a fine china shop, Nisuke stumbles over. His arm extended as if in the process of activating “gear shift.” Yoichi wants to scream at his husband to wait, that he needs to hear what Hisashi’s trying to say. But he can hardly talk without blood spilling from his mouth, and his chest burns with the slightest movement. 

He watches helplessly, vision steadily getting blurrier and blurrier, as Nisuke gets closer and Hisashi continues to flounder with his words. 

Yoichi wants so badly to reach out again. To scream at his brother and demand answers. But his body - weak as it’s always been - refuses to listen.

His vision goes dark and he can’t feel anymore, but Yoichi can still hear. Though, admitly, the sound is muffled and it’s hard to fully understand anything. 

“Izuku is alive,” his brother says, voice strained. 

Even as the last of his senses leave him, Yoichi finds himself hoping and praying that his son isn’t under the care of Hisashi. Loved as Yoichi was (and will, undoubtedly, continue to be), his brother’s love can be as wonderful as it can be horribly suffocating. It’s a fate near as frightening as death itself but less avoidable. 

A little selfishlessly, as well, he finds himself just a tiny bit upset; he'll have to wait to see Izuku again. It’s a terrible, awful thought to have as a parent. He should be happy, drifting off to nothingness or an afterlife with the knowledge that his baby lives on. But he can’t.

The last few months following the bombing near Izuku’s daycare, have been nothing short of hell.  

Every night, he dreamt of holding Izuku in his arms. And every morning, he awoke into the same nightmare. 

The grief was bottomless. 

And it’s not like it just affected Yoichi. Nisuke also had trouble getting out of bed and continuing his leadership duties. 

So, yes, maybe it is a nasty thing to think, but Yoichi is way past caring. 

As he’s pulled under, the inky blackness swallowing everything he ever was and ever will be, Yoichi hopes beyond all reason that his son isn’t suffering (wherever he is). That, if Izuku has to live under Hisashi’s roof, he’s safe and happy. 

That’s all he’s ever wanted for Izuku, even if they never see each other ever again and all of the memories they shared together are forever erased from his son’s still too-young mind, for Izuku to be as carefree as any child should. 

Goodnight, Izu, daddy’s sorry he couldn’t save you, like your papa saved me. I love you, wherever you are. Maybe one day we’ll be a family again, but until that time -

don’t forget I’m always watching over you. No matter what, I will protect you.

[hitoshiyoshi]

what friends are for | midoriya izuku

synopsis ↬ your friend and coworker, Izuku, always protects you from creepy guys on the train... doesn't he deserve to be repaid?

warnings ↬ modern au, izuku feels shy and guilty, izuku busts way too fast,, ch*kan, public s-x, exh-bitionism, the reader is wearing a skirt, p*ssy job, non-penetrative s*x, c*m in panties, let me know if i've missed anything

pairings ↬ coworker!agedup!midoriya izuku x fem!reader

word count ↬ 2.4k

Tired feet shuffled inside the train car, soon packed to the brim with passengers ready to go home. Luckily you managed to enter before a swarm of people filled the space, taking all of the available seats and leaving most to stand in the walkways. The dark sky signaled nighttime; only the white overhead lights of the train car made everything visible. Finding a small space in the corner, you quickly took refuge and held onto the steel bar. You rubbed your arms together, trying to make some heat with the cold air. A finger lightly tapped on your shoulder, startling you.

Turning around, you see your friend and coworker, Izuku, standing behind you. He offers his scarf, outstretching his hand in your direction, and you happily accept. He whispers something about you “looking a little cold” as you wrap the fabric around your neck. Unfortunately, you haven’t worn a jacket or sweater today. You thought your office blazer could comfort you from the cold, but alas, you were wrong. Your pencil skirt barely gives you enough room to move; it was the only attire you could find after ruining your usual work clothes yesterday.

You move into your typical position: facing the wall directly in the corner, away from the rest of the passengers with Izuku directly behind you. It was the same stance you two took for the past few weeks. After a mishap with some creepy guy getting too close to you during a trip home, Izuku came in to save you. Scaring the man away and capturing a picture of him to report to the police.

Ever since that night, he promised to help you. This wasn’t his usual route home. It actually cost him more money and lengthened his travel time. If it meant protecting you, he didn’t mind. Izuku was grateful for you anyways. You were always kind to him at work, showing him the ropes on his first day and coming to his rescue whenever he missed an important deadline. He owed you more, but for now, you were satisfied.

When he was your shield, no one dared to bother you. You trusted him not to hurt you.

Your trip home went just like normal. For a few minutes, at least.

The train came to a sharp halt at the next station, much harder than before. Izuku didn’t prepare for the harsh movement of the train, he lost his footing and collided with your back. The motion of his body pressed you further against the metal walls of the train car. You peeked behind him, he soon uttered a soft “sorry…” and asked if you were alright.

“I’m fine, just a little startled is all,” You examined the area of the car with Izuku soon following suit. “Is there any way you can make some space? I’m kinda cramped here.”

“I don’t think I can,” Unfortunately the tiny amount of room created by his actions was soon filled by people coming in from the station. Bodies bounced into each other as the train began moving again. “We’ll have to endure it until the next stop…”

Nodding along to his words, you succumbed to your predicament. The station after this wouldn’t arrive for a long time; another ten to fifteen minutes before you could have some relief. It wasn’t too bad, you felt safe with Izuku closer to you.

However, the fluffy green-haired man behind you only felt a sense of dread with the closeness of your bodies. He eagerly wished for the next station to arrive soon. You molded perfectly to him, fitting like a jigsaw puzzle piece. This time was worse than all the others; your plush ass nuzzled against his lower half, deepening with every sway of the train. He wasn’t sure how you hadn’t noticed, you always seemed quite happy with his presence. It was a terrible feeling.

Izuku couldn’t stop himself from feeling guilty.

He promised to keep you safe during these times. But with the sprouting girth in his clothed pants, he was no better than the scums who violated you with their sickly hands. He tried to cool off most days, trying to think of pure thoughts like assignments for work or dinner with his family. Izuku was scared of the small part of him that desperately wanted to caress your inner thighs and slip inside the warmth under your skirt. Your skirt. Why on all days did you wear such a stunning thing? It hugged every dip and curve of your legs just right. Any weird person could easily touch you if they wanted to.

With the next shift of the train, you felt it. Hardened and nestled into your bum, begging for contact with your skin. You blinked a few times, trying to process if it was indeed what you thought. Of course, it couldn’t be… Izuku wouldn’t dare do such a thing. His clenched fist is seen in your peripheral vision, and you notice his arm straining to keep to his side.

“Izu, everything okay?” You ask while peeping behind to check on him again.

His face flushed pink with embarrassment, not daring to stare up at you. Izuku’s head was transfixed with the ground… and his protruding member. Finally, you noticed the tent in his pants roughly digging into your backside. His face showed signs of humiliation yet his hips bucked with greed. Of course, you didn’t want to believe it. But with each of his harsh movements and his prodding tip over your cotton skirt, it was obvious. You felt your cheeks begin to burn with his sudden touches, only glancing behind you for a few seconds before quickly turning to face to the wall.

“S- Should I move?” You ask, knowing that there was no available space.

“No, sorry… Let’s just stay like this,” Izuku’s hands move to wrap around your waist and soon press his chest further into your back. Any more movements would’ve only worsened his problem.

Yet, as he nuzzled closer into your neck, he didn’t seem bothered as the seconds passed. Izuku’s palm would graze over your hips, sometimes dipping lower past the hem of your skirt and wanting to slip inside. His conscience held him back from committing an act that he would soon regret as if he wasn’t already doing so. Perhaps the only thing he found hard to fathom was your surprisingly calm demeanor, letting his wandering hands have their way with you. He couldn’t hear your rapidly beating heart over the bustling sound of the train.

Growing curiosity spurred his fingers to travel underneath your clothing and caress along your inner thighs. He let out a soft gasp in your ear at the undeniable heat that began to pool between your legs. Touching the fabric that was coated with your slick and pressing his fingertips along your clit. A feeling of uncertainty caused his hand to retreat backward to his side.

“S-Shit… Sorry, didn’t mean to-” His frantic voice seemed cute, still afraid that he’d somehow broken your trust. Until your hand reached for his own, placing it back on your skirt.

“It’s alright, Izu,” You gently spun your body around to face him, and his eyes widened at your action.

Your touching chests only seemed to make his cheeks redder. He found it difficult to face you but your closeness made it impossible to avoid. Raising his briefcase to block the eyes of onlookers, you watched as Izuku seemed to gulp nervously with his internal battle of guilt. The other passengers nearby seemed too lost in their own worlds to care about the scenes that would soon take place.

“I can help with your problem,” You say while guiding his hands to lift your skirt upwards, stopping once your panties and thighs are exposed to the chilly air. “Just promise to help me after…”

He swiftly nods in agreement, and soon his remorse dissipates. Your fingers tug at his zipper, smirking at the damp spot sullying the tip of his tent in his grey briefs. Your fingers dance around the veins of his girthy shaft before tugging the fabric and exposing his stiff shaft to the air. Patches of his dark green hair peak out as you graze along his skin. Izuku shutters and shifts in a strange manner, gritting his teeth as your soft touch seems to coax him to an impending release. Watching him swell in shyness was only pleasing for a few slow seconds.

You soon release him and stare as he whines, missing your soothing touch. Luckily, those around you stayed with their backs turned, and with Izuku’s cover, you have enough space to lift your skirt. Lifting the material well past your thighs and bum under his lingering gaze. You hooked your fingers over the lace material of your panties and lowered them just until there was enough space. Your fingers returned to his cock, pumping around his length – feeling him stiffen in your palms – before pressing your bodies closer as his tip prodded at your swollen clit. Mixing your juices on your bud before nestling his cock between your folds and lace underwear.

Izuku’s free hand wrapped around your lower back, just over your bum, and pulled you closer until there were no inches between you two. Resting your head on his shoulder, you heard his breath hitch as he tried to swallow his soft moans. It was all too much, he thought. The same reason he tried not to succumb to his lustful desires. Your clear slick coats his still sprouting cock as his hips begin to rut against your body. Moving tender and loving before being overcome with a newfound sense of vigor.

The force of his sloppy thrusts soon matched every sway and rustling motion of the train. His grip on the soft flesh on your back tightened withstinging pain, trying to clutch and hold onto anything. Panting and whimpering expletives in a hushed voice, “fu- fuck… i- i can’t… you’re so… good,” right in your ear. Izuku’s dreamt of this since the first day he laid eyes on you; the feeling of your heat against his hardened cock. Soon, he recognizes that perhaps he’s just as sick and twisted as those creepy passengers. With every roll of his hips, your bud surges with pleasure. Wanting to feel his thick girth fill your soaking walls until he paints your insides white.

Your wish was not too far from his own, he wasn’t sure how he would sleep tonight. Chasing after his release, Izuku fails to notice his voice becoming louder. A few passengers peak behind, yet the lower half of their view is blocked, thankfully. You capture his lips in a deep kiss that he eagerly reciprocates. Nipping into your lower lip as you moan quietly in his mouth. You soon garner the attention of one woman nearby who stares away in disgust but doesn’t complain. Yet, you could care less about her disapproving thoughts.

Blood rushed to his red cheeks as you felt his chest tighten in your close embrace. As he suckled on your now plump lips, you felt his cock twitch. Holding your body close, his thrusts became rushed and desperate while his muscles tensed. Soon, his hips slowed and came to a sudden halt. Izuku pulled back, breaking your kiss and moving his hand away from you to hold the base of his cock. Emptying his warm seed over the hood of your clit, overflowing after being suppressed for far too long. As more milky essence gushed, he swirled the tip of his shaft over your bud – adding pressure to your heat that yearned for a release.

Giving no time to calm from his high, Izuku helps tidy your clothes. A surge of joy fills him as he watches his cum drip onto your panties, a messy sign of his territory. Once he’s finished, he quickly fixes himself with your aid. A cold and slow trickle of his essence runs down your leg. He fetches a paper napkin and cleans you up as if nothing happened; he’s always overprepared.

The next station soon approaches allowing most of the passengers to depart and finally giving you some room to breathe. A pair of seats are empty and Izuku happily escorts you to them before they are stolen. Your routine continues; you usually sit next to each other and discuss work or any lingering thoughts for the day. Except for tonight, you rest your head on his shoulder. Too tired and distracted from the feeling of your cum-stained panties pressing against your heat.

When your stop finally comes, you raise to your feet and attempt to leave. You tell Izuku ‘goodbye’ and wish him well for the rest of his ride home. Until you feel his hand grasp yours…

“Wait..!” He says before standing. His grip is nearly as strong as before.

“What is it?” You ask, gaining the attention of a couple seated happily nearby.

“I never fixed your problem,” He starts, blushing shyly and shifting uncomfortably in his tight slacks. “My place is only a few stops away… and we have time.”

The train begins to depart from your station, and the doors lock and trap you inside. It wouldn’t hurt to stay a little while longer…

Izuku leads you to some seats right at the back of the train car, this time making you sit on his lap. The rest of the passengers are some distance away, only a few. The couple peeks at you two but turns their heads away once realizing your bodies are too far. He takes the chance to raise the hem of your skirt again. He knows this route well, people barely board the train at this hour — he has you all to himself.

Izuku slips his fingers inside your panties, instantly feeling his sticky cum from earlier. Still warm from the heat erupting between your legs. The pads of his fingers massage circles around your needy clit. With each flutter of his fingers against your core, your walls spasm, and Izuku’s soft chuckle resounds in your ear. Lubricating your folds with his cum before dipping around your opening and coating his fingers in slick.

The sudden feeling of his digits slipping inside your dripping wetness causes a moan to slip past your lips — loud enough for some passengers to hear. Izuku’s hand instinctively covers your mouth and quells more from coming out. He holds you still as the seconds pass and he believes he’s in the clear. No one disturbs you two, lacking the courage to do so.

“Careful now, can’t help if you make too much noise,” He removes his hand from your mouth, choosing to settle near your waist. “Let me repay you… after all, it’s what friends are for,”

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