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rdkennith · 7 hours

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[The fall of 2 heroes] - P3

Drawing this long manga series to improve my art only.

Flowey appears next page.

#digital art #my art #mha #my hero academia #art #bnha #eraserhead #aizawa shouta #mha hizashi #mha present mic #erasermic #undertale au #undertale crossover #undertale

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nzmpo · 17 hours

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mermaid!aizawa 🫧🪸 alt versions on twitter

#digital art #bnha fanart #mha fanart #aizawa #aizawa shouta #aizawa shouta fanart #commissions open #nzmpoart #my hero academia #my hero academy fanart

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habken · 4 months

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holiday baking !!

#bnha #mha #midoriya izuku #bakugou katsuki #bkdk #dkbk #aizawa shouta #eri #eraserhead #all might #erasermight #bakudeku #habs art #doodles #this is so late lol

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bogglle · 6 months

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some dadmic because it's amazing

Also bonus shinsou:

#erasermic #bnha #boku no hero academia #aizawa shouta #shouta aizawa #hizashi yamada #shinsou hitoshi #bnha eri #mha #my hero academia

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tazngg · 6 months

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aizawa's typical night patrol shift

#aizawa shouta #sero hanta #denki kaminari #bnha #mha #dadzawa

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tojisun · 4 months

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the first time it happened, he’s rendered speechless.

big man, known for his indisputable strength, and yet there he is – bundled in the softest blanket you own, tucked in the sofa while you warmed up some soup that frankly got his stomach grumbling.

he is still overwhelmed, slow blinks and quiet rasps of breath replacing his usually sharp focus. the clamour on the coffee table would have usually yanked him out of the fog, and yet there he remains, drowsy as he turns his attention to you.

he tips his head up just enough to watch you place a bowl of soup in front of him, your furrowed eyes shifting towards him in to check if he is still awake, and he doesn’t know what it was that you saw to have the worry fizzle into something tender. replaced with something so soft it almost made him ache.

a pretty smile graces your lips, and his lungs burn. he tries swallowing the lump lodged in his throat as he ducks his head down to avoid your eyes, unusual shyness thrumming underneath his skin, because this can’t be real.

you can’t be real.

“c’mere, baby,” you whisper, falling beside him with a tiny hum, shorter arms reaching towards his bulk to pull him towards you.

his eyes flutter close at the first brush of your fingers through his hair; the tips of your nails – pink acrylics, he catalogues – scratching his scalp just as gently.

he ignores the way his lips wobbled when he feels you press a kiss on the side of his temple. it was a quick brush, just another reminder of your softness, but it was enough for his senses to pick up on your scent. he doesn’t know what it is exactly but it is something so familiar. something that feels like home.

“y’r okay,” you tell him. he breathes in deeply, holding it, before exhaling with a tremor. your arms tighten around him. “y’r okay,” you repeat.

he remembers the tiny box hidden in his drawer, stuffed underneath his clothes, and promises, soon.