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set-forth-a-dream · 1 year

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A Cat & Glasses (An EraserMic One Shot)

((Aizawa isn't a UA teacher yet. Mic is a teacher and on his own. but the two have some unspoken thing going on. IDK I was doing dishes and had a scene pop into my head and then I had work to do that I didn't want to do so instead of doing it I wrote this! ENJOY!!))

Shota wakes up to the sound of meowing that's growing increasingly urgent. It had been a long night and he had no intention of waking up at 8 o clock on the dot. However, that's exactly what the red numbers on the clock read in his still-dark room. Luckily he kept his room- or rather the whole apartment in a minimalistic style. Meaning, aside from the meowing cat's toys strung about here and there sometimes, he knew precisely where everything of his was because he had very little to own in the first place.

He got up from his futon keeping the blankets turned down letting the bed await his return. Walking across the floor with his eyes closed he made it to the cat's food cabinet and took up a can of her food. But something wasn't right. He dragged his heavy eyelids open to look down by his feet and then around the rest of the floor. Sushi, his little orange cat hadn't been begging at his ankles like she usually did when she woke him up for breakfast. Instead, she was waiting at the front door. He called her name while tapping on the can. She kept her spot at the door and just looked back at him.

Shota decided to be as persistent as her silent request to go outside. He found her treats, in her favorite chicken and liver flavor with the crunchy outside and soft insides. He looked at her waiting for her reaction as he gave the box a shake. Sushi's tail flicked side to side and her eyes widened while one of her ears twitched to acknowledge the sound of her treats letting out a loud 'meow!' but she insisted there was business at the door. He let out a sigh placing the treats back. Nothing was out there, he was sure of it. She's just being weird and he'd rather be back asleep. But as he walked away her urgent meows wouldn't stop. Fine, he'll check it out! He spun on his heels stomping up to the door and gently moved the cat away as he cracked it open just enough to squint in the morning's sunrise. Aside from the stinging sunlight, there was nothing outside that should have the cat so upset.

"There's nothing out here." He assured her. But before he could close the door she hopped over his foot he used to attempt to keep her from escaping and darted down the two flights of stairs of the apartment. "Sushi!? Hey! HEY SUSHI! Nooo!!" Shota tried not to yell at the cat running down the sidewalk now and away from him, not wanting to attract any attention from his neighbors. He smacked the door closed behind him as he ran out after his cat. Just what had gotten into her this morning!? The only outside she seemed to enjoy was the small outside balcony to the apartment. The fact he was barefoot and in his light pink boxers and black tanktop as he ran down the sidewalk hadn't crossed his mind while his crazy orange cat flew across the street and made a getaway while climbing up a tree.

The shower knobs made a squeak as the water turned off a voice reverberating through the acoustics of the bathroom. Hizashai had been awake since midnight. His late-night radio hosting kept him awake from the crack of dawn till just after his lessons at UA. Luckily he could get to his teaching job a little after 10 in the morning. In the meantime, he made sure he'd look fresh and his best for the day! He twisted a purple towel over his long golden wet hair and another towel to dry the rest of himself off. He'd just wiggled on his underwear when he heard a meow coming from a window in his bedroom. Hizashi's large green eyes drifted up to see a familiar orange cat peeking at the glass. A smile slid across his face as he walked across the floor and popped open the window to let the cat in.

"Hey Sushi, long time no see." He pet down her back as she arched to his touch. "How's Sho? Taking care of him for me?" She purred licking the water he missed from his ankles before rubbing herself against him. "Wait, how in the world did you get your funky little but over here?" He asked as she began to leap onto his dresser. "You'll get cat hair on my stuff you orange furball. Where's your daddy?" Hizashi followed her to make sure she wouldn't knock over his expensive decorations. She looked back at him, her pale daisy-colored eyes had a mischievous glint and it seemed her whiskers indicated a smile. He squinted his eyes at her watching closely, "What do you think you're doing?" Her answer came as a trill from her throat before she found his red-framed glasses; the ones he wore when out of uniform, and darted back for the window escaping outside.

"Huh!?" He tried grabbing for her as she escaped but she'd just lept out of his reach. "Sushi! Give those back! You don't even need glasses!" He called to her from the window. "Sushi, drop it!" But she carefully made her way out of the tree and back to the ground. Hizashi let out a frustrated groan while pulling on a fancy black and red robe and his house slippers as he jogged down the stairs and to his front door where he caught the cat almost waiting for him to show. "I don't have time for this!" He told her sternly, "I have work in two hours!" She just twitched her tail and waited. He pouted letting the mustache not yet tamed in place tickle his nose to his protruding lips. He took one step out of the door and her tail began to flick more. One more step and she bound down the sidewalk one more. "Unbelievable." He grumbled tying his robe tightly as he marched down the street, "Robbed! By a cat! Sushi!!! Get back here!! Oh, you just wait till Shota finds out about this!"

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Shota franticly looked around for the cat. After following her in the trees he'd lost track of the little orange ninja. But he wasn't in unfamiliar territory. His high school friend lived around here. Maybe Hizashi had become more than just a friend after his graduation. He didn't know what exactly they'd become, they never said anything. Things just happened. They were always together, they leaned on each other. Then one of them leaned too close and Shota forgot which of them exactly made the first move but they had lived together for a while. They woke up together and had breakfast and coffee. They went to work and would come home to each other. They slept together and did it all over again the next day. Then as slowly and as carefully but just as suddenly as it happened they were just friends again. Distant support. Idol texting here and there. Hizashi left him in his empty apartment and started his own life. Or that's what Shota assumed. And he was okay with that. Whatever they had didn't turn sour or ugly. And it was a cherished time he looked back on fondly.

Speaking of Hizashi, he thought he heard his voice calling Sushi's name. He looked down from the branch he'd stopped on to survey his surroundings. Sure enough, the orange cat was running in his direction, and Hizashi in a fancy black and red robe with a purple towel still twirled around his head chasing after her. Shota dropped to his feet crunching on some acorns that littered the floor below. His nerves screamed at him something equivalent to stepping on legos. But even off balance and holding back from swearing his pain away he snatched Sushi up. He must have scared her because she answered with a quick "Reeerr!" But he started Hizashi even more. His hair was blown back by his scream. His ears were ringing but it had been nothing detrimental to his actual hearing.

"You scared me!" Hizashi dropped his defensive fists and clutched his chest. "What're you doing dropping out of trees like that?!"

"Following my cat," Shota answered holding Sushi up in his arms that had seemed to accept her capture. "What are you doing out here dressed like-" His eyes looked the tall blonde up and down, "that?" Hizashi looked down at himself and back at Shota in his boxers, barefoot, and in a black tank top.

"Chasing your cat who stole my glasses." He answered. Shota looked down seeing the red frames still clutched in the small jaws of the cat as she purred in his arms.

"Oh." He coaxed her to let go of them and handed them over. "Sorry about that. I don't know what came over her this morning." He watched as Sushi's eyes dilated into big sparkling pools of black when she saw Hizashi get closer to take back his glasses. "I... think she misses you."

"Aw" Hizashi cooed scrubbing the lenses to his glasses before slipping them on his face, "Just the cat misses me huh?"

Shota looked up seeing the chartreuse eyes behind a clear window framed by red wire forgetting just how pretty and rare of a sight that was for anyone. It was once something he saw every day. "What do you mean 'just the cat'?" He narrowed his eyes only to get a smile and shrug from Hizashi brushing it off like he hadn't said a word. He motioned for him to follow him.

"Come on man, you're in your boxers. Let me lend you some clothes and feed you." He began walking back to his house while Shota hesitantly followed after him holding the mischievous cat in his arms. Hizashi's house was spacious. And it had so much... stuff. Mostly music and nostalgic memorabilia, with expensive-looking abstract art on the walls framed by different color LED light strips. Every room looked like a furniture showroom and he noticed soundproofing on the walls. It was so 'him'. Full of color, life, ideas, and personality. He wasn't afraid to have things, and get attached to excess items that had no logical reason to have aside from taking up space. And with the extra soundproofing on the walls, he didn't have to worry about being too loud when he sang random songs while cleaning, cooking, showering, and getting ready for work. Shota began to believe Hizashi left because he was being held back from being his full person while he stayed in a mostly empty, small, apartment with him. They were just too different to be together. At least like they were before.

Sushi chowed down on some canned shredded chicken while Hizashi made a quick breakfast of eggs, toast, and bacon for himself and Shota. They talked about their work; Hizashi tried to convince him to be a teacher at UA with Kayama. Shota's late-night hero patrolling was enough to make the rent, sustain his jelly pack diet, and keep Sushi fed. Any extra money he made went into savings and some charity associations. Hizashi sounded like a mother, the way he doted on the kids he taught English to. Shota couldn't imagine himself as a teacher. Or going back to UA. Even though he heard the repeated words 'You're great with kids!' from everyone. One of the last things Shirakumo told him. Returning to UA would just open a barely closed wound, if not poke at a still tender bruise.

"Well, I gotta go!" Hizashi traded the red frames for his yellow shades. His hair was swooped back in one tall spike like a cockatoo bird and his leather jacket zipped up to his chunky directional speaker. "Stay as long as ya want. Food is in the fridge if you get hungry, no scary movies by yourself, and don't answer the door to strangers!" He teased taking up some jingling keys. Shota rolled his eyes as he watched the front door close. Only after Hizashi left did he weight in his chest with all the questions he wanted to ask him. But who knows how that could turn out. Maybe they'd end up fighting, or he'd say something that hurt him. Hizashi seemed happy enough and if he was happy with the way things were there was no reason to change things. He decided it was the least he could do for his friend that stayed with him after everything that happened. He ended up falling asleep on the plush couch in the living room with Sushi curled up and purring on his chest.

The End.

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bowloficecubes · 1 year

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Siren, Pt.8.

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note: I realize that this fic sucks balls, but it’s mostly self indulgent to me, just to write it, not to read it.

“Silver is his color, and gold is mine, so it made sense to switch them”

Bakugo is certain he recognizes the voice, but cannot pinpoint the owner.

His body feels oddly cool, an unusual thing for him considering his quirk makes him warmer than most. It's a comfortable temperature, ideal even. He hated overheating when sleeping(Which happens almost every night).

Oddly- he feels well rested, he doesn’t want to open his eyes yet, This is the best sleep he got in a long while. He could feel the warm brightness behind his eyelids, easily deducing that it was morning and probably time to wake up.

But the bliss of the comfort was too hard to leave, even with the yet-to-be-identified voice.

“Oh, I think he woke up, good morning Kats,” said a voice softly.

“How could you tell?”

“Heartbeat, it became faster. Did you know Bakugo has the fastest heartbeat in class? And the fastest I ever heard of a person our age. I assume it's due to his body temperature maintenance.”

Memories of last night’s events flood his vision, most notably:

1- The panic attack he had outside the operating room

2- How dizzy the blood loss made him

3- The comfort he felt at 3 am when they heard the faint gasp

And

4- his private conversation with Akito.

“I hope you slept well, you alright?” a soft voice brought him back to reality.

He reluctantly opens his eyes, knowing he’ll miss this luxury.

“Hello lil listener, How didya sleep?” asked a man with emerald eyes and impossibly golden hair that was messily tucked into a loose bun. He had his arms casually wrapped around his homeroom teacher’s neck, the latter seemed unfazed.

It took Katsuki a moment to connect the dots, what had he called him again?

Little listener ...

Wait

“Mic sensei?”

“Ding ding '' he finger gunned him, a silver ring reflecting some of the sun rays into his photosensitive eyes (as he just woke up and his pupils were still dilated) causing him to squint.

He pushes himself up, propping his hands against the mattress, “Ouch, ouch”

He flinches and quickly removes his hands.

“Ah, it’s alright, didn’t mean to overreact”

Overreact? Overreact his ass, he just applied significant pressure to your bruised abdomen, after all.

“Oh shit, sorry ‘kito”

“Good timing, Bakugo, your parents will arrive in around an hour”

“HAH ?” He took a look at the clock on the wall, a few minutes till 12 pm.

“You called the old hag?”

“Dude, even I wasn’t this rude to my mom,” said Akito next to him in a half-whisper.

“We obviously called all of your guardians, Todorki’s sister drove him home and offered Jirou a ride to the dorms, and Shoji; I think he’s with Eri in the cafeteria,” said Aizawa sensei, voice absolutely exhausted.

“Well, we better leave them to freshen up. We’ll be down the hall if you need anything, ya dig?”.

The two nodded at their abnormally normal teacher, and the door slowly slipped shut.

“Um, I hope I didn’t bother you in your sleep?”

“Shut up, m’sorry for sleeping on you, especially when you’re injured. Must’ve dozed off a”

“It’s nothing! P-please don’t worry about it, I really needed the comfort” they whispered the last sentence.

The last part confused Katsuki, but he decided not to question it further.

“You sleep like the dead. Literally. Your body is very cold or the temperature of the room was off.”

Akito looked puzzled for a moment, then a look of realization washed over their face.

“Oh, I am cold-blooded, so that’s why, was it that cold?”

“HAAH?” this is genuinely pushing his mental capacities so early in the fucking morning.

Akito just shrugged, knowing how odd it might’ve sounded

“So you just have a different internal temperature?”

“Drastically different, while, if you want to compare me to a fish, fish kind of just become the temperature of their surroundings. Considering my mutation, it would be expected of me to have the same ability, but since I need very different conditions for all metabolic reactions, my body simply remains at a constant cold temperature. My enzymes are technically also mutated to function optimally at these conditions, although temperature is the most fundamental prerequisite of proper metabolisis. Isn’t it kinda awesome? I’m actually curious as to how your metabolic reactions differ since the average person’s enzymes would denature at your temperature. But I also wonder what components go into the production of your Nitroglycerin; my best guess is that your secretory glands kind of merge into your lymphatic nodes, and utilize your lymph and the salts from your sweat, perhaps?”

Bakugo was silent, mouth slightly ajar.

“Oh sorry, I was rambling, it's too early, too” “The nerd would cry happy tears if he heard you, you guys should hang out more.” “Midoriya-kun? Oh no, I doubt my guesses are of any use to his hero analysis.” “No trust me, you will make his day- school year. Although his are more from the hero fundamentals POV, and you’re more medical, Wait … I’m actually worried what would happen if your mixed analysis were to ever be leaked, especially if it was about, All might or something.”

“How the fuck do you know all that?”

“Know what? I asked questions, I didn’t state anything.”

“Those weren’t simple questions, those were very well-educated predictions, and quite accurate too. I don’t know too much about the enzymes and lymph and shit, but yes my temperature causes increased sweat production, which is the base of my nitroglycerin.”

He slipped out the bed as Akito kept murmuring about some scanning, X-rays, reverse lymph drainage? Whatever the fuck that was. He knew Akito was just thinking out loud, he’d seen Deki do it enough times to know it wouldn’t be rude to grab his bag and close the little bathroom’s door.

He quickly showered and brushed his teeth, conscious enough not to use the towels in the bathroom to keep it clean for the actual patient. He opted for an excessive amount of toilet paper to pat his body dry, and an extra shirt he packed to absorb as much water from his hair as possible, which wasn’t as effective as he’d liked. He got dressed in a black shirt with a small skull print and dark jeans.

He spared a glance to the mirror just to ensure his hair wasn’t too weird, but he got surprised at how different his face was.

His skin was almost the color of his hair, the slight red around his eyes and on his cheeks and nose absent, and his under eyes were accentuated.

He knew it was the result of the rapid blood loss, but it still creeped him.

After tidying up the bathroom, he cracked the door open, not enough to see out. “Can I come in?” he asked. Akito, after all, might be changing or something. He realized how slim the chances are that they can move on their legs already, but it was still wrong to just walk in, the last thing he’d want to do is make them uncomfortable.

Shoji, surprisingly, was the one to answer, “yeah, all good”.

Bakugo’s eyes fell on a food tray on the bedside table, alongside a little paper bag. “Good morning Bakugo, I hope you feel better?”. He just shrugged, returning a quick ‘mornin’ ‘. “Mezo got us breakfast. I wish they had more iron-rich food for you,” said Akito in the voice he was more used to, the calm, monotone voice.

“ I need to shower.”

Shoji’s eyes widened a little, “Hey I’m sure it’ll be ok to wait a bit, maybe tomorrow? At least your flesh would be a bit more … uh, dry?”

“Dude, I smell like a moist, musty salt-covered dog. Plus, I’m covered in dry blood.”

“ Couldn’t have said it better myself” murmured the other, Shoji stared at him angrily as Akito said, “see?”.

“There’s a little foldable plastic chair in the shower, it’s mounted in the wall” added the blond after a short silence.

“That’ll help I guess, but how do we keep the wounds dry?”

“Tie a garbage bag around my legs or something, I don’t care, I just need to shower before I lose it.”

He sighed, his mask moving a bit, “I wish Momo was here”

Shoji went on his hunt while Bakugo helped Akito brush their teeth by getting them a water cup to rinse and spit the toothpaste in. He considered lifting them to the bathroom and placing them on the chair Aizawa was sitting on, in front of the sink, but he didn't dare ask, he knew Akito would never allow anyone but Shoji to touch them that much.

He placed the food tray on the bed after Akito scooted to the side a bit, making eating easier since obviously can’t place it on their lap. He then had a look at the bag Shoji got him.

A banana, muffin, and can of coffee from the vending machine.

He turned back to them, noticing their slightly downturned lips as they only picked up the sealed jello, ignoring the rest of the food.

“What's Wrong?” he couldn’t help but ask.

“I only like very few foods warm, and oatmeal is definitely not one of them. I actually dislike it regardless, the texture gets me” then they added “I like jello though. :) “

“I think Shoji packed some food, let me go check.”

He remembered there being some bags, and he remembered Shoji going through one of the common kitchen’s fridges before they left, placing some items in one of the plastic bags.

The first contained some various types of earplugs, a clear spray bottle with water that was just the tiniest bit foggy, and a black pouch.

He opened it, not realizing that this is definitely an intrusion of privacy, after all, this wasn’t packed with Siren’s toiletries, and it definitely didn’t belong to any of the others.

It was… makeup? But not quite. He’d seen his mother’s vanity, he’d seen the MUAs backstage at his parents' fashion shows, and he’d seen Mina’s in her room a couple of times, usually placed around her tall mirror.

There wasn’t a brand name in sight, mostly loose pigments in tiny jars, a slim, opaque bottle filled with a dense fluid, and the only familiar items; loose powder in a cylindrical container and a few sponges and a puff.

But there had also been a paint spatula and a metal tray…

He soon realized he definitely shouldn’t have opened it, he closed quickly and snuck a quick glance at Siren, who was thankfully unaware of what just happened. He looked through the other bag.

“There’s uh... What the fuck? Mints, gum? Oh hey, this looks like fresh juice!” He opened an unlabeled glass bottle and smelled it, expecting to smell pineapple or something.

“WHAT THE FUCK! IS THIS POISON?!”

“Oh wonderful, he got me my drink!” it’s almost as if they completely didn’t hear Katsuki.

Bakugo looked both angry and dumbfounded at the casual voice.

“You should take a sip, it’s really good”

He hesitated, “ is this like, alcohol or something?”

“No… kats why would Mezo get me alcohol to the hospital??”

“Aha, so you DO drink?”

“No comment.”

“Bitch what”

Akito simply shrugs “now is not the time, see if you can find some digestive biscuits, I need a bit more in my system before I can drink it, also are you tasting it or not?”

“I guess I will” he muttered, glancing worriedly at the yellow juice, still, he trusts them.

He lightly touched the rim of the bottle to his lips, visibly hesitant, then he closed his eyes and took a gulp.

His adam’s apple bobbed up and down as he swallowed quickly and finally opened his eyes.

“Why didn’t you tell me it wasn’t sweetened?” he calmly, uncharacteristically asked, calm before the storm.

“Why would it be? It’s not a sweet drink.”

“No, I’m actually worried right now, how do you drink this? Or even ‘like’ it?”

“I guess your first few tries will be odd, but it gets good, and it’s also insanely good for your health!”

“What even is this? It’s burning me” then his eyes widened “IT IS FUCKING ALCOHOL! HE BROUGHT ALCOHOL!!”

“ No no trust me” they waved their arms in front of them, trying to reassure the boy. “Ginger naturally stings”

“How do you even make this, anyway?”

“I boil ginger and lemon. A shitton. Then I blend it and when it cools down, I strain it.”

“ So it's just… ginger and lemon? You never thought of even adding honey?”

“I don’t like how people only like sweet drinks. Drinks don’t necessarily have to always be sweet, food has different tastes,

Also, alcohol doesn’t burn like that, it's way more intense and burns your throat and esophagus”

“So you DO drink”

“Hey, it’s rude to point! And yeah whatever maybe”

“ …. How often?” “dude, can you please find the fucking biscuits?”

He quickly rummaged through till he found the box, “digestive light, 30% less fat” he slowly turned to face them, eyes filled with rage.

“Is all you eat fucking depressing? What the fuck is this? I thought you’d have the chocolate-covered ones” As he was swinging the box in frustration, two arms slid the room’s door open.

Shoji stepped in, plastic laundry bags, a roll of tape, and a pair of scissors in his other arm’s hands. His eyes slightly widened at the sight of Bakugo holding the biscuits, almost threateningly, and Akito’s lightly irritated face.

“Thank fuck, tell me, do they always eat such shit?” the masked boy relaxed and approached Siren, he realized he’d been worried over nothing.

“Got you some scissors, thought it’d be more practical to cut the hospital gown off rather than take it off. There are new ones under the sink but I’ll open one and hang it by the shower door unless you’d prefer to wear your normal clothes? I got you the black skirt and some zip-ups and button-ups, U know it’s not ideal but we can’t risk further agitating your wounds. After you’re done showering I guess you could wet the rag and wipe your legs? You be the judge of what to do. But just make sure that the water is turned off. If you need me at any moment I’ll be right here; although I’d rather not see you butt naked. Obviously don’t lock the door, no one will come in anyway,”

That was surely a mouthful, but he was practical.

“Yes, mom,” replied Akito with a sarcastic undertone.

“I hope you slip and break your hip in the shower” “I love you too, sugar booger” “Kill yourself” “Yes sir!”

Akito slid their legs down, sitting on the edge of the bed. They slid their gown up, revealing a gruesome sight that extended across both of their thighs.

Bakugo was surprised at how collected Shoji looked, he, personally, felt tears pricking his eyes at the sight. Shoji immediately got to work, excessively delicate when taping the edges to ensure absolutely no water gets in. Akito maintained an unfazed demeanor, although some eyebrow twitches managed to escape.

Bakugo went into the bathroom and pulled the chair down to prepare it. He hung a towel on the other knob of the shower door; an easy-each place even when sitting down. He brought the scissors and hung them on the loofa’s hook. He quickly asked Shoji about where he placed toiletries and received indirect permission to go through the mini suitcase to retrieve the products and set them up in the shower.

He thought about opening the shower to give the water a chance to warm up, but his earlier conversation with the Siren made him highly doubt he could guess what temperature they liked their shower to be.

He returned to the room, Shoji checking to ensure he secured the tape well.

“Are you going to wear the gown or normal clothes?” he asked, he hated the thought of sitting down while Shoji was busy being actually useful.

“I guess I’ll wear the outfit, could you set it up for me, please? It’s a long black skirt and see if he packed the light blue button-up shirt”

He nodded and quickly found the items since he had spotted them earlier while looking for the shower supplies. He folded the clothes and neatly placed them on the closed toilet seat.

During the wait for them to get ready, he couldn’t help but think about the skirt situation, well, more like Siren’s identity and preferences… Not that he cared of course!!! But since they're officially friends now, it’d be rude not to know, wouldn’t it? Like he obviously wouldn’t pressure them into telling him but imagine if they thought he knew all this time and then he realizes how horrible of a friend he has been and-

“Do you want to hang onto me? Or should I lift you up?”

“Uppies! I don’t trust my arms too much, a little numb”

Bakugo snapped out of his trance and couldn't help but let out a little laugh, it wasn’t mocking, just because of how adorable the tone had been.

Shoji rolled his eyes, but he couldn’t hide the fond look in them.

He slowly lifted them from under their arms with utmost ease, more like a doll rather than a grown-ass person.

Soon, he closed the door after himself. They both heard the shower turning on soon enough.

Shoji let out a breath and quickly got to work; stripping the sheets and replacing them with crisp white ones he found in the cupboard, he opened the windows to let some fresh air in and even burned some weird stick he pulled out of his bag. “Incense” he explained, although Bakugo had only seen it in funerals; apparently certain types were great for cleansing rooms of foul energies. Bakugo wasn’t too sure he understood, but the smell of burnt basil did soothe him, maybe he’d ask Shoji where he can get some for himself, this would definitely help his sleepless nights.

As he was tidying up the room, he looked at the barely touched food and sighed in concern, turning around to finally answer the question Bakugo had asked earlier.

“I do realize how absurd their eating habits are, but don’t worry, I always made sure they eat well, like balanced food groups and stuff. ‘Kito prefers to drink rather than eat, but their drinks aren't necessarily sweet; actually, you should try some of their comfort drinks, they’re usually spicy and iced”

“And could this ‘comforting drink’, by any chance, be alcohol?” he asked, suggestively.

Shoji immediately stiffened, covering his face with his hands, “ Uh, yeah about that, we both had guilty, not-so-legal pleasures, but again, I ensure that they’re responsible with them, and vice versa”

“So they have more? What else? ' he asked worriedly.

“DUDE DON’T TELL HIM, HE ALMOST KEBABED ME AT THE FIRST ONE” came a voice from the shower.

Right. Sirens have insane hearing.

“Alright, if not them then what about you?”

“What about me?” Shoji was obviously trying to avoid the question.

“ YOU SAID ‘VICE VERSA’, ELABORATE”

“OH! Um, it’s not drinking, so don’t worry, I only have a drink once in a while” he shot him a shaky thumbs-up.

“Ok but that doesn’t answer the question”

“TELL HIM YOU SECRET-BUSTING WHORE!”

“YOU TOLD HIM YOURSELF, I DIDN’T RAT SHIT OUT” he screamed back.

“Actually, I guessed. So? What’s your answer?”

His face was now weird, shy? “Um… motorcycle racing?”

“ILLEGAL car racing. He’s unlicensed and he drove a modded bike”

“SHUT UP” “SUCK MY COCK, IT’S TRUE”

“You're insufferable”

“Love you too <3”

Meanwhile, Bakugo was still processing the information.

“Weren’t you like... Um,” he didn’t know how to verbalize his confusion.

“Poor? Dirt poor, it obviously wasn’t my bike. I worked at an auto shop when Siren was out diving, and the owner, he used to race cars, allowed me his 'little bike' as long as I take care of it and ‘uphold its legacy’” he air quoted the last part.

“Can you show me?” Katsuki was curious, rightfully so, he only saw car races in movies, and the few F1 races, but never bikes.

“OH, I DO! Mei show him my phone!!”

He cringed, then asked, “Where is it?” “It’s in my costume case, probably dead, I barely touched it during the mission.”

He moved reluctantly, opening the scratched metal case to retrieve the phone.

“2%, where’s your charger?”

“Dunno, probably in my chamber, I left most of my shit there”

He moved to his own bag, pulling out a wire and plugging it in.

A few seconds later, Shoji opened the phone, in a suspiciously swift movement, it took less than a second, did it not have a password? “What’s wrong?” Oh, Shoji noticed the double take Katsuki did. “You unlocked it with your fingerprint?” “Yeah, faster than a password, we both have our fingerprints on each other's phones’”

* They really really trust each other * he thought.

“Where’s the one against Koko?” he asked Siren while scrolling through their gallery.

“But that one isn’t as funnnnn, show him the one against Alegria!! It’s in my favorites, please”

He groaned, he didn’t hate that one, in fact, it was one of his best races, but didn’t want to seem like a show-off to Bakugo.

“Hey I’m done, help me?”

He stood up and handed Katsuki the phone, the video already opened. He headed towards the door.

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articpenguin24 · 1 year

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Being Shigaraki’s spy was hard. She hated it. Every single second of it.

But was it all worth it to end up being Eraserhead's pet cat? Maybe.

#aizawa sensei #fanfiction #mha aizawa #my hero academy fanfiction #eraserhead #shota aizawa #slow burn #aizawa shouta #eventual smut #cats #bnha aizawa #soft aizawa

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passerine-writes · 22 days

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Silent Sparks - Volt 106

Warnings: Talk of past abuse, mentions of past miscarriages Word count: 2340

Notes: Italics - Tsukare signing Bold italics - Family member/friend signing 'Italics with apostrophes' - Thoughts

Masterlist

Volt 105 | Volt 107

"Hey babe?" I called over the couch after band practice. Denki walked back over towards me and leaned over the back of the couch. "Do you want to come to the store with me? I just started craving something and I don't know what but I'm determined to find it. And after the doctors appointment I had earlier, I need a snack."

"Hell yeah, let's go!" He cheered, the both of us rushing to get a hoodie and our shoes on, along with grabbing our wallets and keys before rushing out the door. I shot my Dad a quick text to let him know we were running to the corner store a little ways down the road.

Denki and I talked the whole way there, enjoyed each others warmth in the cool autumn weather and managed to find our snacks. So the day was a success outside of band practice. Dancing went fine, at this point it was more going through the motions and timing my exit to join the band, but I still couldn't get the right notes down, despite me practicing in my free time to try and nail it.

"I just hope this music block ends before the festival, I don't wanna let anyone down." I told Denki and he gave me a kiss on the cheek.

"I'm sure it'll happen, and you won't let anyone down. You can't help it if you're having a block. You didn't go bippity boppity block the beats." He said and I couldn't stop my laughter until it died in my throat without any warning.

"Onryo? Is that you?" A woman asked, my hand gripped tighter around Denki's and he looked at me confused.

"Who's that?" He asked and I took a deep breath, ignoring my heart that was beating its way into my throat.

"Mrs. Toyama." I mumbled, trying to control my facial expressions.

The shock, the fear, the appreciation of her trying to protect me, the concern of who was surely lurking nearby. The memories and the residual panic of a five year old boy still living inside of me and starting to make its appearance.

"Onryo. Oh, honey, it's so good to see you again. You're all grown up. I- I saw you on the news, I saw you and I thought there's no way but it was you. You're even taller than me now." She said, her eyes watering as she spoke.

"'Ryo?" Denki asked softly, mostly out of confusion but I could also see the look of concern laying underneath.

"Mrs. Toyama and her husband fostered me at one point when I was five..." I mumbled, trying to steady my emotions.

"So, who's this?" She asked cheerfully, her hand gesturing towards Denki.

"Kaminari Denki. I'm his boyfriend." He said, clearly trying to be neutral in how he spoke.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Kaminari." She said, a kind smile on her face like normal.

"Amaterasu, there you are. I've been looking everywhere for you." I heard him before I saw him. The man I saw in a flashback merely two weeks ago, now standing in front of me. "Onryo." He said pointedly, not asking but confirming his thoughts.

"Rokuro." I mumbled and he paused.

"You can talk now." He breathed out.

"I could always talk, I just couldn't control my quirk. But if memory serves me right, you didn't want to hear anything from me." I got out, my voice strained and weak.

"I don't know what you're talking about, you must have us mixed up with some of your other foster parents." I moved my hand out of Denki's, not wanting to concern him as my hands started to shake.

"Don't play that game with me. We all know what you did. We know what you did to me. And I know what you did to her." Venom was laced through my words and he took a step forward, so I matched his move.

"You don't get to play pretend hero and then come here and threaten me. Have you forgotten who you're talking to?" He asked loudly, his voice raising and gaining the attention of people on the street.

"I didn't forget. I remember every day and I carry those scars with me everywhere I go. I'm just not scared of you anymore. You don't have any power over me anymore. I'm not a scared little five year old that you can beat into behaving." He was seething as I spoke. Denki stood beside me and I saw his hand reach for mine.

"Onryo." My boyfriend said softly and I took a deep breath.

"Back off blondie, we both know you won't do anything." Rokuro snapped at him.

"You don't have the right to talk to him." I bit back and the man shook his head.

"It's been eleven or so years, and yet you're still just a dumb fucking kid. I was right though, I don't want to hear you and nobody else does either." My chest constricted and I swallowed the lump in my throat.

"You're wrong." I said firmly and he let out a fake breath disguising a laugh. "You were wrong then and you're still wrong all these years later. I may be a kid, but even at five years old I was more of a man than you could ever fathom being. Because never in my lifetime, would I ever think it's justified and condonable to lay my hands on my partner or a child of mine or simply in my care. You're pathetic." I spat out and he came stomping towards me.

"Why you little-" He grumbled and stopped when he was inches away from me.

"You don't scare me anymore. You have no more power over me. You wanted me to take lashings like a man, then you can take the truth like one. Do yourself a favor and leave." I said callously.

"Is that a threat?" He asked and I shook my head.

"You would know if I was making a threat." I told him and he rolled his eyes. "I'd like to make one thing clear. If she ever decides to press charges, I will testify. If you ever lay a hand on her again, I will find out and I can assure you, you'll spend the rest of your miserable life behind bars. I'm showing you mercy, but even criminals have standards and morals, especially when it comes to a child being a victim. But even worse when you caused your wife's miscarriage." I spat out and he took a step back.

"You don't know what you're talking about."

"I do. Just because I didn't understand when I was a child, doesn't mean I forgot, or fail to understand what happened today. I remember every gruesome thing you did in those few weeks. Amaterasu has endured your violence for significantly longer."

"Are you happy? You finally got that chip off your shoulder?" He asked sarcastically.

"I am proud of myself. I don't care if you're proud of me or not. Your opinion hasn't mattered to me in ten years, and it doesn't matter now. The only thing you ever taught me, was the man I didn't want to become. So I'm proud of myself for getting to where I am today, and I'm sure as hell proud that I never turned out like you. Have a nice life." I told him and grabbed Denki's hand, he guided us up the street and back towards the school. He lead us to the dorms and up to his room and immediately pulled me in a hug.

"Are you okay?" He asked and I nodded once, the tears starting to well in my eyes as I clung onto him. "I'm proud of you. You did amazing." He said softly and my teary eyes quickly grew into tidal waves and broken sobs. Denki rubbed my back and held me close to him, whispering comforting words to me. "Do you want to go see your parents? I think it might be good if they know what happened." He suggested delicately and I nodded. His hands moved up to my shoulders, past my neck and up to my face, his slightly calloused palms cupped my face as he wiped away the stray tears. "Let's get over there."

"But our snacks." I said in a warbled voice. He reached over and grabbed them, waiting for me to start walking. Once we stepped out of the elevator, Hitoshi was up and running towards us.

"Just come with us." Denki said and Hitoshi struggled to get his shoes on while he was walking.

The moment we walked in the door, Dad was already up to meet us half way. He pulled me into a hug and I sobbed into his chest.

"What happened?" He asked calmly.

"What's going on, little listener?" I heard Pops ask.

"We ran into some of his old foster parents." Denki said, loosely explaining it.

"Hitoshi, Kaminari, do you want to come get some reinforcements with me?" Pops asked them and I assumed they agreed.

"It'll be okay." Dad told me softly.

"I thought I forgave him but I don't. I can't forgive him, Dad." I told him through stuttered breaths.

"You don't have to forgive him. You aren't expected to and you don't have to by any means. As long as you've forgiven yourself for whatever you felt you had to, then you'll be okay." He said, which only spurred another round of tears and sobs. "Take deep breaths before you have an asthma attack." He told me, enunciating his breathing slightly. I did my best to follow his breathing and after a few attempts it started to work. "Do you want to tell us what happened?" He asked and I took a step back, wiping my eyes and face harshly. We slowly moved further into the living room and sat down. Denki sat next to me on the floor, he set our snacks from earlier in front of us and passed me my coffee. Dad and Pops sat on the couch and Hitoshi sat in front of them on the floor.

"It was Mr. and Mrs. Toyama. Uh, Amaterasu and Rokuro, they fostered me for a few weeks, maybe a month when I was five. Amaterasu was always kind, Rokuro was a monster." I said weakly, my stomach churning.

"You've never talked about them, little listener." Pops said softly and I nodded.

"He's the one that I had a flashback of." I admitted. I explained the interaction today, Denki helping out and filling in for the moments I started shutting down and getting overwhelmed. "I wanted to punch him when I saw him." My voice was hoarse and strained as I spoke. "He had me convinced that nobody would ever want to hear me. He drilled it into my head. But I just wanted to protect Amaterasu. He was the second or third one to grab a belt."

"'Ryo, I think you should tell them about the other thing..." Denki said softly.

All I could hear were her screams and cries.

All I could see was the blood.

I could feel the fear flooding me.

I should've moved in front of her.

I should've taken it again.

"Onryo." Dad said, snapping my mind back to the present.

"Sorry." I whispered, biding my time by taking a sip of coffee.

"I think we need to know what he did." Dad said softly and I nodded.

"She was pregnant." I said and my words got stuck in my throat. "He was mad about the dishes being done wrong and flew off the handle. He kicked her in the stomach, more than once and he left. She.. lost the baby." I mumbled and the room grew tense. "They didn't think they could have biological kids, it's why they fostered me. I guess they already got their license and Amaterasu, she wanted a big family, it was one of the dreams she talked about a few times. It was more that she wanted to foster and adopt me than it was they both wanted to. She was a few months along. I should've taken it. I did my best to make sure that he just left her alone but I couldn't move. I was in so much pain, and I was so scared. She told the EMT's that she tripped going up the stairs and fell all the way down. I should've done more." I whispered, the guilt eating away at me.

"That's not your fault. You were five." Denki told me and I shook my head, dismissing how he was trying to help. "Onryo, it's not your fault. None of that was."

"Kaminari is right." Dad said and I looked at him through my teary eyes. "You did everything you could have done. It was never your fault. I promise you that."

"Is it bad that I hate him?" I asked weakly and Dad shook his head.

"I hate him too and I haven't even met the dickwad." Toshi said and I let out a broken laugh.

"As parents, we'll never encourage you to hate someone or something, but we understand why you do. It would only be a bad thing if it was unwarranted. This isn't unwarranted or out of nowhere." I nodded slightly and he moved from where he sat to crouch in front of me. "You need to try and forgive yourself before anything else. You are not at fault for any of her pain or grief from him. You deserve to heal. You deserve to be happy. You deserve to be safe." He told me and I wiped away the tears that started falling once again. "It wasn't your fault. It was his, never was it yours." He reiterated and I leaned forward, hugging him tightly. "It'll be okay, one day."

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skel-el-ton · 2 years

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/39568791/chapters/103695909?view_adult=true

Word Count: 30,000+

Chapters: 10/?

Summary:

The engaged couple of Yamada Hizashi and Aizawa Shouta lead busy lives as they balance their work as heroes and teachers. They find peace in one another in the dull moments, and patch each other up when the demands of their jobs gets too high. It's a simple existence they've built in a quirked world, but not one that's strength can't be tested. What happens when heroes unexplainably begin to disappear across Japan, and how will the couple cope with the challenges the new threat brings?

Sneak Peek!!!:

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry that you had to go through that. And I’m sorry I was out of reach. That’s my fault, not yours,” he said. Hizashi’s hand returned to rubbing slow circles over his back.

They remained like that for a while, silently soothing each other through proximity. Shouta counted Hizashi’s heartbeat in groups of 100 until he would start over again, and Hizashi twirled his fingers in Shouta’s hair enough to create a bunch of small segments of lightly twisted hair at the back of his head. Their worries bled through the silent room like a bad case of tinnitus, unavoidable and always ringing, but the men relaxed in one another’s arms as if they didn’t have a worry in the world. It was a rare comfort to come by, the one that they shared.

“Are you really going to go in at 8?” Shouta asked, breaking the silence. He felt the muscles underneath of him tighten again.

“Yes. I have to. As much as I’d rather stay here with you in my arms, where I know that you’re safe, the world needs heroes right now,” Hizashi said. Shouta mumbled into his shirt in response.

“What, love?” Hizashi asked. He pulled Shouta away from where he’d borrowed into his chest just in time for the other man to let out a yawn.

“I said that it’s illogical. You can’t help anybody if there’s nothing to fight, and you haven’t slept all night. You’d be useless,” his voice was sleepy and had begun to slur. He was going into hour 24 without sleep, and while that wasn’t an unusual length of time for the night-time hero, he also hadn’t gotten much sleep for several days previous and the exhaustion was beginning to wear on him.

“You wound me, Shouta. Useless, really?” He joked, his voice aghast. His body was active as he played into the banter, but Shouta didn’t move from where he was curled across his chest.

“Entirely useless. You would be far more useful here, in our bed,” he curled his arm and legs around the man tighter, as if to emphasize his point.

“And why do you say that sleepyhead?” Hizashi asked, and he began to pet the hair on Shouta’s head. Shouta could hear the fond smile in his voice.

“We both need sleep, and I sleep better with you here,” Shouta reasoned.

Hizashi laughed. “We both know that’s a lie. I may sleep better with you here, but you sleep like a log no matter who you’re with or where you are. I think your little theory is biased” he said. While Shouta suffered the more traumatic experiences between the two, Hizashi had never seen the man lose a wink of sleep because of it.

“I’m not… biased. I need you safe,” Shouta said, and finally, the truth to his hesitance was revealed. Hizashi shifted to sit himself up from where he was laying on his back on the bed, and Shouta slowly moved to join him.

“Honey, we’re never safe. And half of the heroes that have gone missing were in their own homes when it happened,” he held both of his nimble hands in Shouta’s rough, calloused ones. “I’ll keep my phone on and message you regularly, but you know I have to go,” he said.

Shouta sighed and bumped his head into Hizashi’s shoulder, wrapping his arms around his waist. “If you don’t answer I’ll tear down the city to find you,” Shouta said. His tone was flat.

“Shouuu, that’s so dramatic,” Hizashi whined.

“I’ll kill people, ‘Zashi,” he mumbled, and Hizashi recognized the edge of dry humor in his tone.

“Aizawa Shouta! There will be no killing of any people today!” He giggled, and he wrapped his own arms around Shouta. Shouta warmed in his embrace.

“Then don’t go missing.”

#erasermic #erasermic fanfic #shouta aizawa #eraserhead #eraserhead x present mic #my hero academia #present mic #yamada hizashi #angst #fanfiction #hizashi yamada #hurt/comfort #shouta aizawa fluff #fluff #slow burn #established relationship

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