Heyy, i wanted to request a Eresermic im which Aizawa has a biological daughter, but she is being bullied and they noticed when she was already thinking in ending it all.

I understand if this is too dark, i just lived something similar and my parents blamed me, so some confort would be apreciared hahaha

Thankss, i love your writing 🩷

(Oh my gosh, this hits so close to home because this happened to me. My parents grew up in the era where if boys were mean to you it was because they like you. So when I begged them to do something about my bullies, they did nothing. Needless to say, my childlike innocence was the only reason why I’m alive. Although I may be doing better than I was back then, nothing can erase the trauma from the unintentional neglect from my parents. I hope you don’t mind, but I’ll be basing this somewhat off of my own experience and I’ll be putting it in the Pro Heroes x Inner Child Series)

Erasermic x Aizawa’s Bullied Daughter Reader

(TRIGGER WARNING: This story has mentions of bullying, harassment, allusions to suicide and suicidal thoughts, depression and other potentially triggering topics. Please be advised)

Since you basically have two dads, you refer to Hizashi as papa and Shouta as dad

Your quirk was called restraint. Basically if you called someone by their real, full name, you could temporarily restrain them as long as you focused on them

But just like your dad, you also had to be able to see your target

But unlike your classmates, you were a late bloomer. You developed your quirk at age 8, which led to you being bullied by your peers

You knew that your dad’s worked really hard and that their jobs were really stressful at times. So the last thing you wanted was to be another source of stress for them. Which is why you didn’t tell them about the bullying

You were 11 when you just couldn’t take it anymore. You tried to deal with the situation on your own, you tried to fight your bullies who even started making fun of your dad’s being a couple

You tried not to let anyone’s words affect you but after so many years, you started to believe them too. And you began to bully yourself

You would tell yourself that your dad’s already had enough stress on their plates and that you were just a burden on them. You had started to mentally and physically beat yourself up

The bullies had started to use their quirks on you, resulting in bruises which you would hide with makeup that your Aunt Nemuri had gotten you since you started to develop acne

Since your dads would get home late, you had plenty of time to get home and cover up any wounds

One day, you just had enough

You decided that you were better off dead. You decided that you would take your own life after you got home and would leave a note before leaving the house so your dads wouldn’t have to deal with the body

Unknown to you, Aizawa had gotten a call from one of your teachers who was concerned about you. She had seen you fighting and decided to give Aizawa a call since your grades and overall performance had declined significantly

Aizawa had informed Hizashi of the call and they decided to go home early and wait for you. They believed that you were going through puberty and the hormonal changes were effecting your performance and were the cause

Imagine their surprise when you get home, covered in bruises, a busted lip that was still bleeding and a completely dead look in your eyes

Seeing their precious baby in such a state they immediately started to worry and begged you to talk to them

They had prepared your favorite food for dinner and even got you your favorite dessert as a treat. Seeing how sweet they were, you broke down and confessed your pain and your plan

Hizashi was balling his eyes out and wrapped you in his arms while Aizawa had clenched fists with tears in his eyes.

Aizawa made the call to your school demanding a talk with the principal and the parents of your bullies. While Aizawa was setting that up, Hizashi had you sit on the couch while he tended to your wounds, disinfecting them, cleaning them and bandaging them

He told you that he loves you even though you’re not his biological kid, you’re HIS little listener, his favorite kid in the whole world. He then picked you up and smothered you in hugs and kisses

Aizawa came back into the room and brought the food

That night, you guys are on the couch as you snuggled together under a blanket and watch your favorite movie

The next day, Aizawa and Hizashi dropped you off at UA with Nemuri, while they had a talk with your teachers and bullies. They decided that homeschooling would be the best for you right now since they want to make sure you heal mentally, physically and emotionally from this before you go back

They had told Nedzu what happened and he agreed that for the meantime, until you were mentally stable again, the safest bet would be to have you do your homeschooling at UA where you’ll be surrounded by people who can help you and prevent you from doing anything detrimental to yourself

Needless to say, they love you and you are their whole world and you’re the reason why they fight to come home. You’re their motivation and the reason they fight to protect

(I hoped this helps you and that you guys enjoy this)

Yo! I have a doozy of a request >:)

Okay mha, aizawa, with an adult son/daughter (idk the gender neutral term. Child?? I think it's child?) Who is a hero overseas and one day DIES.

Aizawa hears it some how, goes into grieving, and then...

Reader just shows up... in his house... raiding his fridge (but make it funny)

It turns out reader had to fake their death to go undercover to kick some villans butt and they needed to lay low for a while so they came back home.

Comfort angst-turned Crack!

got it! i loved this concept, it's so amazing <3 <3 <3

i don't think i went crazy enough with the comedy because for some reason i felt like a more wholesome route would work better

safe and sound

aizawa x child!reader ; wc. 0.9k

cw: cursing, reader is presumed dead, it's a lil graphic, not proofread

There were times when Aizawa Shota regretted becoming a father. This was one of them. He knew that his profession put his child in danger of losing a parent at any moment, but he promised himself every day that he would return home safely for their sake. It was what kept him going. But what he had never expected was that he would be the one to lose someone so dear to his heart in a hero mission.

Aizawa was in the middle of a nap when Kaminari shouted the news. “OH MY GOD, THE X-TEAM VANISHED!”

Aizawa knew that team all too well: it was your team.

“Give me that,” He muttered, taking Kaminari’s phone from his hand and skimming through the article. 

X-Team… heroes sent abroad… villain ambush… notorious killers… location unknown… heroes vanished… presumed dead. He reread those last few words. “All heroes presumed dead.” It couldn’t be - it just couldn’t. You had to be alive… you had to.

In that moment, as he sobbed on the floor of his classroom, Aizawa Shota wished he had never encouraged you to be a hero, never let you join the agency known for taking on the most brutal internatonal missions, never taken in a child with such immense potential only for that potential to be cut short in such a terrible accident.

Weeks of searching were to no avail. Try as they might, international heroes could find nothing regarding the X-Team’s location, not a piece of clothing, or a message, or a villain that might spill. Until they found the bodies. Three of them, young adults, disfigured beyond identifiability. But one of them lined up with you - same height, build, gender, age… and clearly the victim of the villains you were chasing. For all Aizawa knew, it was you.

Aizawa Shota is a tired man. He always has been. But weeks of sleepless nights, long days of worrying, and the nightmares… it took a toll on him. He was barely functioning as a teacher and as a hero. Only pure exhaustion would make him sleep, and what little rest he got would never last. So it was no surprise when he, having not slept in days, hallucinated a person in his house.

Illuminated only by the light of the fridge (which, he noticed, had been largely emptied of its contents), the imaginary person turned to him and waved, mouth full of food.

“‘Ello!” They said, grinning. Aizawa knew that voice. That was your voice.

“Oh god… I’m losing it,” He muttered to himself, “I’m fucking hallucinating.”

“But you’re not though? Waittt are there two of me? Or a shadow demon in the corner? HI SHADOW DEMON!!” 

Perhaps it really was you - his child, the little creature he raised from nothing, his reason for living and the most amazing person in his life. 

“Ah, shit, you probably think I’m dead, don’t you? Long story short it was a whole scheme, our cover got blown so we had to hide for a while, the villains wanted to make it look like they killed us, we got in undercover with some reinforcements and they took forever to get to us, then all of a sudden we get out of our hidey hole and everyone thinks we’re dead? I dunno, it was pretty wild though. Sorry for spookin’ you… but we got the job done so it’s fine, right?”

Your father collapsed into your arms. Your very solid, very real, very alive arms. For weeks it had seemed hopeless, like he’d truly lost you. But all that time… all that time you were working diligently, making the best of your situation, the dedicated child he loved so much. Home at last, safe.

“Dad? Daaaaad. There’s really no need to cry, I’m fine! Yeah it was messy, but hey, it all turned out fine! It always does, doesn’t it?” Though you complained, you missed your father. Two months away from home, one of which was spent cut off from most of the world, took a toll on you too.

“Kiddo… you can’t just scare me like that,” Whatever strength he had left was put entirely into the rib-cracking embrace he gave you, tears soaking into your shirt, “I thought you were dead. I thought I lost you.”

“Hey dad, do you remember what you told me when I was little?” He nodded. “How I wasn’t allowed to worry about you when you went on missions because you’d always find a way back to me? Well, now that I’ve gone pro, I think it’s time that bargain went both ways. Because our silly little family - Auntie Kamaya, Uncle Yamada, those other kids you adopted from UA, you, and me - we’ll stick together.”

Aizawa let go of you, placing his hands firmly on your shoulders and looking into your eyes, “Yeah… I’ll try not to worry. Now I’m going to sleep… and you’d better have the fridge reorganized by the time I wake up.”

“Reorganized, restocked, and breakfast on the table. For all the stress I caused you,” You promised as he trudged to his room. Now, there was only one issue between you and seet, sweet sleep - how the hell were you going to get groceries to make breakfast if the whole country thought you were dead???

©king-of-dreamers 2022

Accidents Happen

tw: self harm and mentions of attempted suicide

Hitoshi heard whimpering coming from one of the spare bedroom at the end of the hall. He was on his way to the kitchen for a glass of water, because the air had grown fairly hot in the night.

He remembered when he felt like that. When the day felt so bad, and the nightmares felt so real that it made him sick. He quietly pushed open the door, careful not to make it creak, careful not to wake the two other adults just down the hall.

He smelled a smell that smelled all to family and brought back to not so distant painful memories. He felt bad for her. He had been in the girls' position not so long ago, and he remembered how each painful moment felt.

He kneeled on the side of her bed and debated waking her up. This was probably the most peaceful sleep she had in a long time, despite the fact that she was having a violent nightmare.

“Y/N.” he gently shook her awake, causing her to sit straight up in the bed, neck hairs standing up. “Hey, it’s okay, you’re okay.”

“Hitoshi?” she quietly questioned, wiping the sweat off her brow. She caught the look on his face and assumed the worst. She tried to get out of bed, but her legs felt stuck to the uncomfortable plastic-like sheets. “Did something happen? Do I have to go back?”

“No..no nothing like that-”

“Is it Eri, is she okay?” she pleaded.

“She’s fine.” he urged. “It’s okay, everything is okay, I swear.” he whispered. 

He watched her face settle into a mix of stress and content, and watched her muscles grow loose. Her eyes fell on the spiderman comforter, and she wiggled her nose trying to ignore the presentiant smell. Then she looked at him, waiting for him to speak, he didn’t know what to say, so thought about what Aizawa said to him, not so many months ago.

“ I have to tell you something, and I don’t want you to be embarrased, or worried, or feel bad about it, okay?” he watched her nod sligtly. “ I think you may have had an accident.”

“ Accident?” her eyebrows moved together and her mouth formed into a line confused, before her eyes widened in realization and she grabbed the egde of the comfoter and through it off the bed, landing on the floor right next to Shinso, who payed it no mind. “ Oh god.” Her hand flew to her mouth, as she tried to come up with a reasonable excuse, only for her mind to draw a blank. “ Oh my god. I’m so sorry-”

“There’s no reason to be sorry. It was a accident.”

“ I wet the bed.” she muttered to herself. Like she was still trying to get herself to believe it. 

She had been through so much, and yet she was still behaving like a child, not only that but she had managed to embarrass herself into a person that she desperately wanted to be her friend.

“ I wet the bed.” she repeated. 

“ It’s okay, it was an accident.” Hitoshi muttered, he saw her trying hard to cry.

“I’m sorry-”

“Please don’t apologize.” he said, he really wanted to stroke her hair and rub her back, but was afraid to touch her without asking. “ It was accident. Accidents happen some time, things like this happen some time.”

“ I wet the bed.” she said again, her eyes widened as tears fell freely down her face, “ I’ll clean it up, I swear. I will-”

“ It’s okay, it’s okay, don’t worry. That doesn’t matter.” He spoke, his voice was calm. He knew the melting pot of emotions that she had to be feeling. It was clear that she was upset, but even then she was worried about fixing the mess that she made.

“ I’ll clean it up I promise, and I can sleep on the couch-”

“ Don’t worry about that right now. How about you go to the bathroom and clean up a little, and I’ll take care of this-”

“ You don’t have to-”

“ I insisit.”

“ You can’t tell him, you can’t-”

“ I won’t, I promise. Now go shower, I’ll be here when you get back.”

20 minutes later, she came back with a fresh pair of pajamas, and a hanful of dirty ones. Hitoshi had given her a pair, and they were much to big, the t shirt stopping mid thigh, and the boxer shorts hanging of her hips. The socks were mismatched in a unironic way. It would have been an unusally funny sight, if it weren’t for the fact that it was clear that she had been crying in the shower.

“ I didn’t know where to-”

“ It’s okay, I’ll take them on my way out.” he whispered. “ I gave you an extra blanket, in case you got cold.”He was always cold when he first moved in. The doctors guessed it was the years of malnutrition and about every diffancy known to man. “ Bed’s all yours.” he motioned to the bed. 

“ You won’t tell him-”

“ No.” he spoke plainly. Like he was talking to a mirror. He would know exactly what she felt like, he was in her position not more than a year ago. “ Are you sure you don’t want to talk to him-”

“ Yes.” she said quickly. “ Please.”

“ Is there a reason?”

“ I don’t want him to get rid of me, if I’m too much trouble he’ll get rid of me.” she spoke, it was a manic mutter. His face softened, he knew that desperation, that need to be perfect that want to stay safe, she wanted to be safe. That need to not be too much, to not be sent away.

Hitoshi carefully walked towards her, and pointed, before asking if he could have a seat. Y/N hesitated before nodding softly and looking away. She was tired, that itself was clear, the prominent eyebags gave her away.

“ He won’t get rid of you, I promise.”

“ How do you know, when you’re so...” she searched her mind for the word. Settled on one, opened her mouth to speak, decided it was offensive and didn’t say anything else.

“ It’s okay, You can say it.”

“ Good. You’re so good.”

“When Aizawa had first taken me in I was.... I was alot like you.”

“ Broken?”

Hitoshi shook his head and extended his hand to the bedside tissue, so he could wipe the tears out of her face.

“ I was fine, but one night after Mr. Mic took me out to the store I saw my mothers husband. At the time I was fine. I was a bit scared, yeah, but I thought I was fine. But Aizawa ended up having to wake me up. Turns out I wet the bed. Right through the streets all over the matress.”

“ I hardly even know him and I really don’t want to disappoint him.”

“ I think he’ll be more happy that you reached out to him. He really just wants to help, y’know?”

“ I don’t want him to send me away.”

“ He won’t. I know he doesn’t seem like it, but he is very forgiving and kind. He just wants to help, y’know.” he spoke. Y/N seemed to burry herself in a bundle of inescapble slelf pity. “The first night I got her, I drunk all his alcohol threw up over his balcony before taking a knife from his kitchen and trying to kill myself.” he said like it was the most normal thing in the world.

Y/N wanted to laugh, he always seemed so put together and calm. There is no way a boy like him, used to be so broken. So unfixable.

“ Yeah right.”

“See.” he pulled up the hem of his sleves and saw a long scar running along his wrist. Y/N’ s mouth fell open and she chewed on her bottom lip.

“But you seem so... okay.”

“ It took some time to get there, but I’m getting to be okay.” he shrugged. “ You’ll get there to.” he added. “ You’re doing better than I was, you haven’t thrown up over the balcony yet so.”

“ When did it stop?” she asked, looking up at staring at the wall. “ The bed wetting?”

“ I don’t remeber the day-”

“Why did it stop.”

“ I don’t know, they just did. It still happens sometimes, maybe once a month or so.” he whispered. “ Talking to him helped. He’s really good about that stuff. I know he doesn’t seem like it but he’s comforting in a weird way. He always knew how to make me feel better.”

“ I can’t-”

“ He won’t get rid of you.”

“ Becase it’s embarrasing, I’m ebarrased. I feel so pathetic, like a baby.”

“ I get it. Boy do I get it, but not talking about it, it only hurts you.”

“ Eri has never wet the bed-”

“ It’s a trauma response, a normal truma response that alot of people have.An that doesn’t make you any more pathetic, or give you any reason to be embarrased.”

“ I would be really embarrased if I threw up over the balcony.” she shrugged and glanced up to look for his approval to he smiling and bitting back a laugh.

“ Really funny.” he laughed. “ You’re really funny.”

Y/N wore a ghost of her smile as Hitoshi waved her goodbye and started to leave. He picked up the pile of laundry and made it halfway before she called out to him.

“ I’ll think about it. Talking to him I  mean.”

He nodded, that’s all he could ask of her was to think about getting help. Forcing her to talk would have been bad, so she planned on not going back to sleep, and thinking about it.

“ If you need anything, I’m just down the hall.”

And with that, he closed the door behind him, leaving Y/N with a half smile, and thoughts of getting help.

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Aizawa X Sick! Child Reader (GN)

Welcome! (Introduction / Request Rules)

SUMMARY: Aizawa is trying to get child reader to eat their dinner, but they wind up sick and Aizawa overreacts.

W.C: 1,713

PAIRING: Father/ Caretaker Aizawa x Child Reader (Platonic)

WARNINGS: None, maybe if you don't like fluff, or the idea of being sick (it isn't really that bad)

A/N: My first write! Please go easy on me- but then again if you see any mistakes then please let me know! I'm completely open to any constructive criticism and feedback!

"Just eat it, kid. It's good for you",

Aizawa sighed tiredly, trying his hardest to resist the urge to just throw in the towel and go to sleep.

"...", You didn't respond back, opting to just sit there silently and glare at the man before you.

You were 6 years old, and both you and Aizawa were sitting at the dining table, the chair dwarfing your little body so much so that you had to sit on a phone book that Aizawa found in the closet, the hard surface irritating you further.

The gentle hum of the TV playing some random show quietly in the background accompanied Aizawa's tapping foot, a representation of his internal restlessness combined with him trying his hardest to remain adamant about getting you to eat.

He was trying to get you to eat your dinner, but for whatever reason you decided that you would revolt, testing both his patience and his will to live.

He sighed once again at your silence, rubbing his temple as a headache was starting to form, helping to making the already testy situation even more tedious.

Aizawa knew that you had trouble with eating sometimes, but he thought that you would have trusted him- if not completely, at least a little bit by now.

He looked over at you sitting in your chair, glaring at him across the table, your head barely making its way over the table- so small, yet so stubborn. Like a Chihuahua. He chuckled a bit at the thought, the lack of sleep finally getting to him.

This in turn made you glare your eyes at him even more, trying your best to show the man in front of you how angry you were without having to tell him verbally, hoping that your body language would suffice.

He breathed out of his nose a bit, before leaning back in his chair, pondering what his next move should be that would somehow get you to eat without being too upset. At this point though, he wouldn't care how upset you would be at him, he just needed you to eat.

He tried thinking of different things that he could do or say that would convince you, using the style of thinking that he normally reserved for coming up with techniques for combat during his work as an underground hero.

You hadn't eaten a bite of food for awhile now, so he knew you should be hungry, he just didn't know why you refused to eat- in fact no one did. It was causing everyone to become worried for your health, and he knew that if you didn't eat tonight then he would take you to recovery girl.

"..mk'.." you quietly muttered, finally breaking the unbearable silence that had laid itself over the atmosphere after Aizawa's last words were spoken and he went to piece together a plan.

Aizawa's head shot up, surprised to finally hear you speak in who knows how long.

"Hm? What is it?"he asked gently, wondering if you would even speak again, based on how rare it was for you to speak, really only speaking in response to begin asked questions. He also didn't want to scare away any possibility of finally getting through to you.

"p-please.. don't.. ma..ke.. me", you softly muttered, voice timid and shaking a bit, a stark contrast to your earlier glare, which was everything but.

You breathed in a shaky breath before speaking again.

"M-my stomach.. it h-hurts", You responded back, voice trailing off at the end, arms wrapping around your mid-section, looking down at the ground with a fallen look.

Aizawa sat there for a second, confused at your response, but glad that you responded at all. His heart broke a bit when he realized that you had a stomach ache of some kind. The very man that constantly put his students through hell was now a father that was worried sick about his kid's stomach hurting.

Now... What was the cause of your stomach aching? And why would it cause you to refuse to eat? Aizawa racked his brain for answers, every thought in his head now running rapidly, fully awake all of a sudden.

He tried thinking of different things and scenarios that could have happened. Did you perhaps eat something spicy, or bitter? No.. that wouldn't cause you to refuse to eat.. Maybe you got into something? That would explain the refusing to eat, but it didn't make sense to Aizawa, because he was absolutely positive that he had locked up everything known to exist that could even cause you a little harm.

So what was it?

His thinking was interrupted by you suddenly hunching over in your spot, and hopping down out of your chair to run to the bathroom to throw up. Now, Aizawa was worried, because you hadn't eaten, so why would you have to throw up?

He decided that whatever it was wouldn't wait on him to find out, so he put you in his car, and decided drove you over to U.A- since it was closer, and since he also knew that recovery girl was still there, considering she said that she would be staying late to work on getting a new student enrolled to be her intern.

As he was driving, he looked over at you through the rearview mirror, where you were sitting in the back seat. You looked exhausted, and you were resting your head on the door (since your head barely reached the area around the door and the window), holding your stomach, trying your best not to throw up. You didn't look at all what you normally looked like, seeing as normally you were a little chaotic ball of energy. This didn't sit right with Aizawa, so he stepped on the gas and hurried you to U.A, all the different horrible scenarios running through his head, and fear running through his veins.

°°°°°°°°°°°°°

"They have the stomach flu."

He looked at recovery girl with a confused look (or- at least as confused as you get when it came to Aizawa), wondering if she overlooked something, or made an error of sorts.

She probably knew what he was thinking, because she sighed tiredly before turning and grabbing her clipboard with the symptoms for the stomach flu on it off of the exam table in front of the bed that you were laying on.

"Look. I want you to think of all the things that they've been experiencing, and compare it to the symptoms on this paper".

He shook his head a bit, both adults too tired for all this excitement this late at night (mainly it being recovery girl that's too tired of his overreactions).

Nevertheless, he still looked at the paper still in search of answers, just anything that he could do to ease your pain.

_______________________________________

| VIRAL GASTROENTERITIS |

(STOMACH FLU)

Viral gastroenteritis is an intestinal infection that includes signs and symptoms such as watery diarrhea, stomach cramps, nausea or vomiting, and sometimes fever.

SYMPTOMS

✓ Nausea, vomiting or both

✓ Stomach cramps and pain

× Occasional muscle aches or headache

✓ Dehydration

✓ Irritability

× Low-grade fever

| _____________________________________ |

She took the clipboard back from him and tapped it a couple times with her pen.

"See that?", Recovery Girl asked Aizawa- who was slightly relieved that it wasn't as bad as he thought.

"You were overreacting, Shota. It's not that bad, and by the looks of it, the worst part of it has already passed by now", Recovery Girl informed him.

He sighed did what felt like the hundredth time this day and covered the bottom half of his face with his hand, resting his cheek on his palm. All the energy and adrenaline that had been pumping its way through his system previously now long gone, with a new profound tiredness taking its place.

Recovery Girl chuckled before putting a hand on his shoulder, "They'll be fine. No one's perfect at parenting, but I say that you're doing a pretty good job at it."

Aizawa chuckled a bit at her condescending tone before looking at the spot where you were currently asleep on one of the medical beds where Recovery Girl normally helps to heal students during the day. You were on your side, and were snoring softly, still wrapped up in one of his sweaters that he had given you and thrown on you before he rushed you out the door late at night.

Over the next few days he did as Recovery Girl informed him to, helping you when it came to eating, and making sure that you had plenty of liquids in order to avoid dehydration. Of course, you weren't that willing at first, but eventually you gave in, which made Aizawa glad that he didn't have to put up with anymore stare-offs or grumpy pouts.

Surely enough, over the short time span your condition quickly went back up bit by bit, eventually making its way back to normal once again. And along with your condition, your mood went up as well. Since you weren't in any pain anymore it greatly helped you get back on your feet and become the little ball of chaos that Aizawa once knew you as.

The raven-haired man looked at you from where he sat on the couch with a warm cup of coffee in his hand- it having cooled down due to him taking only a sip or two every now and then- where you were gleefully coloring in one of your coloring books on the living room floor, quietly humming a little cheerful tune that you had picked up from one of the shows that you seen on TV, happily going along your day as if you were never sick to begin with.

Aizawa looked at you again before taking another sip from his now-lukewarm-coffee, glad that you were ok. He wasn't sure how you were able to get the stomach flu (you know kids, touching every surface they see then putting their hands in their mouth- not saying that that's you, but you get the idea), but he knew now that he'll definitely be a lot more careful when it came to your health from now on.

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A/N:

Thank you all so much for reading! This is my first time posting something on Tumblr, so please don't be afraid to tell me if you see any errors or just have some constructive criticism or feedback you'd like me to know (*´∇｀*)

年2022 / 月08 / 日22

*This is completely ok for anyone to repost or read outloud for a video (like the ones found on YouTube, because I like listening to those sometimes). But if you do, just please let me know beforehand!

boyfriends who bend you over the nearest table the second they stumble home after a long, stressful day of work. he starts out fucking you rough to take his mind off of his shitty day, but after an hour he slows down, thrusts growing lazier and sloppier as he releases whatever's left of his tension. after all, what better way to relax than with a glass of wine and your pussy?

gojo, TOJI, geto, dazai, CHUUYA, kunikida, LEVI, reiner, childe, DILUC, zhongli, kaeya, hawks, AIZAWA

…where the heart is.

he’s home. it was a weary, tiring, almost obnoxious trip, but he’s home.

he’s never been one to feel negatively about being away. maybe because there used to be a lack of something tethering him to a “home”. home used to be tangible-a building, cold and empty. it was his building of course, with his furniture and his food and remnants of him only. that was home, in all of its unwelcoming glory.

only later did home become something else. an idea, a feeling, an emotion, all manifested into the form of a human being named you.

only when you started leaving traces of you in his house, whether it be an empty coffee mug in the sink or a pair of fluffy socks in one of his drawers, did home start changing. suddenly the cold walls and unwelcoming atmosphere of his home started becoming less significant. he started focusing on other things, like the image of you working at his dining table or the feeling of you resting against him under the covers.

suddenly when he heard the word home, he only thought of you.

so now, when he’s finally home, tired and upset at how long he’s been away, he can only think of you. he realizes that this might be a little crazy, delusional even. you may not even feel the same way, but he doesn’t care. home isn’t home without you.

there’s a newfound energy in him when he pushes open the door, and he’s shameless enough to admit that his eyes immediately dart around for you. he finds you there, in your spot on the couch, and can’t help the fond smile that graces his lips as he watches your jaw drop.

it takes all but a second for you to stand up and run, clumsily tripping over your own feet before you’re throwing yourself at him. your arms tighten around his neck, legs wrapping around his waist, eager to be as close to him as possible because god, it felt like an eternity since he left.

it’s a wake up call, feeling like a slap in the face when he realizes that someone was capable of missing him so desperately.

and then the feeling of longing returns tenfold and he’s gripping you tighter. he pulls you into him, effectively destroying any space between you as he tangles his fingers in your hair and presses his face into your neck. nothing else is more important than being close to you, holding you, touching you, breathing you in.

“welcome back.” you say, voice a little shaky with some obscure pent up emotion. he understands it because it’s the same emotion he’s been feeling since he left you.

“i’m home.” he answers. and he’s here to stay.

GOJO SATORU, kuroo tetsuro, eren jaeger, KAVEH, nanami kento, kaeya alberich, takami keigo, DILUC RAGNVINDR, jing yuan, alhaitham, childe, xiao, bokuto koutaro, aizawa shota, wanderer, thoma, fushiguro megumi, tomioka giyu, and any of your favs i missed!

a/n: yes i was thinking of satoru the entire time i was writing this….

mrrps n chirps

Shinsou and Aizawa with a child with a Cat quirk owns my heart.

For example, imagine the reader is Just a lil' baby and whenever they need her attention, they Just call out her name, and in return. she, on instinct, will mrrp in response and whips her head around to see what happened an hopefully get/earn some head Pats. (like a cat!)

unless you're shinsou Since HE has been ABUSING his Mrrp powers.

he will Just randomly Call out your name to annoy you and now, you Just ignore him.

and now, he could be PLEADING for help as he is eaten by feral dogs but you won't budge. if anything you'll attempt to play with the dogs as he is eaten.

AND IT'S THE COMPLETE OPPOSITE WITH AIZAWA.

Conversations with aizawa go something like it is:

Aizawa:"(y/n), baby, honey, have you Seen Shinsou?"

baby (y/n): "mrrp."

Aizawa : "oh, I did not Know that!"

baby (y/n) : "mrrrp"

Aizawa: "well okay, it's been nice talking to you but I need to go find your brother BUT I WILL tuck you in tonight K? K.''

and when your excited and do that Iil' chirp IT'S OVER THEIR HEARTS ARE MELTING oh would you look at that it's now a puddle.

and they do anything for it!

plushies? done. Snacks? done. ALL the CUDDLES in the WORLD?!?! DONE. Just please chirp, they are addicted to it like it's the worlds strongest drug!

and if you ever cuddle up to them while they are grading or studying and start purring it's practically a dream come true! that's it. this is their life now.

Because everything is right now, all is good in the world and there is no-where else they'd rather be. maybe that's because they can finally relax now, Knowing you, their top priority, is safe in their arms, purring.

Dadzawa and baby overhaul 2

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐Aizawa and Yamada were thankful it wasn't a school day, Yamada taking an emergency day so the family could get things for little (name).

"Now, what are our thoughts on this?" Yamada asked as they casted their laptop to the livingroom tv, a rainy Sunday meaning they couldn't go out shopping so it was at home shopping.

"I like the one with sheep!" Eri said excited as they looked at sleeper onsies as (name) snuggled in Aizawas arms, little pacifier in his mouth as he lazily watched the screen, enjoying the moving pictures.

(Name) was extremely attached to Aizawa, Eri mentioning how he was only really handled for feedings or changings so he was desperate for contact.

"How about we order some lunch? Then we can move onto furniture" Aizawa said as (name) stretched his little arms up, clearly content in his new dad's arms as the family discussed what they should get for lunch, (name) now sitting up and and bouncing slightly as they spoke.

"What do you think (name)? Western or Japanese food?" Yamada asked the babe, getting close and (name) obviously not understanding what's going on just raised his little arms and reached out to the blond, wanting to be held by him "oh so sweet, western it is!"

The family ordered (fast food) and in the bag Sanza brought was some baby food "let's see..." Shinso said reading the labels and looking a little disgusted at the combinations before spotting a bottle of custard "hey (name)" shinso said cheekily to the baby as everyone ate, (name) sitting his little bum on the carpeted floor.

Aizawa and Yamada were already recording as Shinso got on his stomach and put a baby spoonful to the boys mouth, (name) taking a bite before a shocked expression washed over his face, the boy bouncing slightly and smacking his lips "was that good?" Yamada asked as (name) reached out for the spoon.

"Well at least we know he likes sweets" Shinso said as he let Eri feed the boy a spoonful.

(Name) got five spoonfuls in before he looked like a drunk man on the floor, starfished on the carpet as his dad's took photos.

The day continued, the family ordering baby supplies there were coming the next day and they had called the local furniture store about the possibility of them delivering a baby crib same day, thankfully they didn't have many deliveries so it would be able to come within the next few hours.

(Name) took a nap on the couch as Aizawa and Yamada finished grading papers, the family doing their own thing.

Eri was also taking a small post meal nap as Shinso worked on a project.

"Oh Sho, look" Yamada points to their cats who finally graced them with their presence, the two cats taking note of the tiny baby and the fatter male cat lovingly named "cat" in English flopped beside him and joined in the nap.

The other one went to go eat before sitting on the arm of the couch and watching the tiny baby, leaning over to sniff him.

The two watched as the cats accepted the baby who was fast asleep, kicking his little legs every so often.

When the crib came, the two adults thought it would be best to put it in their room for fast access to the baby if need be, sho laying on the bed with little (name) laying in his chest as Yamada put together the crib.

(Name) stared at Aizawa who stared back, the babe wide eyed before reaching over with his chubby ravioli hands and grabbing Aizawas nose.

Yamazawa family were happy (name) acclimated so well, the boy fitting in like the last piece of the puzzle.

The end of the small vacation would be in a few days and Aizawa already emailed Nedzu about the newest edition.

"ABABABA!" (Name) yelled out at 6am on the dot to his new parents, the little babe making angry baby sounds for food "yeah yeah, I'm coming" Yamada mumbled as he stumbled shirtless to the crib and lifted the boy who snuggled into the warmth of his skin "a hug and a bottle should do you good" he mumbled sleepily as the two went to the kitchen to prepare the little listener a nice meal and some coffee brewing.

"There we go, look at you go" the blond watched tiredly as the babe drank his bottle with only a little assistance from the hero "still can't believe such a little bundle of happiness came from someone so terrible" Yamada mumbled as the babe looked at him with wonder "Eri is really excited to be your big sister, Shinso is even happy about it... You really fit in well"

When (name) finished his bottle, the others trudged out and Aizawa began breakfast as Shinso got himself and his sister some orange juice, the only one happy and awake was little (name) who babbled happily.

The morning was sleepy and calm as Aizawa let the baby try a little miso soup and was pleased at the babes happy reaction.

"His stuffs here" Aizawa said as Shinso took the tiny babe who gently smacked at his face as the adults brought in all the packages "look (name), all for you buddy!" Yamada said sweetly as little Eri helped bring in the obvious clothing packages "there.." "uh dad" Shinso looked at (name) in slight horror as the babe began grunting and looking focused and then a foul smell radiated off the baby.

Freshly changed (name) giggled at Yamadas grossed out face as he threw out the soiled diaper "yeah yeah, very funny" he said teasingly as they opened the packages to figure out what was what, the cats keeping the babe company as they folded all the adorable little clothes for him, the tiny socks and little shirts.

"So when are you guys gonna tell Aunt Nem and Uncle Oboro?" Shinso asked curiously as they cleared out the office that wasn't used much, the heros tending to work in the dining room or keep anything not meant for young eyes at the office.

"When we have him settled, were going to have to bring him tomorrow so they will probably meet him then" Aizawa said simply as he put (name) in a precious kitten onsie and a little cat themed pacifier "look (name)! Toys for you!" Yamada said bringing some freshly cleaned blocks for the babe, a few sound toys to urge him to learn speech.

For now they would just spend time with the tiniest member of the family, putting him in a rolling baby chair as they set stuff up for him.

hi there! hope youre doing well, if u dont mind (and if u even do these types of things) can u do some hcs w dad! aizawa, mom! mirko and dad! hawks with a child reader whos obsessed w watching things burn, and just fire in general?

Child who loves fire and burning!

with Eraserhead, Mirko and Hawks

Note: I hope these are okay, I tried to make it as in character as possible but didn’t have many ideas

Eraserhead (Shota Aizawa)

• Give this man a break

• Their entire childhood is him putting out fires

• Kid can’t be left alone with present mic because he probably lets the child light things

• Every time anyone’s birthday comes around, Shota lets his child light the candles

• Makes the mistake of bringing his kid to work one day, the kid finds out about todoroki’s quirk and stays by his side all day

• Honestly as annoying as the habits might be, Aizawa loves watching his little one get super sleepy and point in the general direction of a fire mumbling how pretty it is as he picks them up

Hawks (Keigo Takami)

• Highkey encourages his lil arsonist

• Endeavour’s biggest fan 2.0

• Has definitely accidentally set some of their own feathers alight before

• Honestly, he would probably light the fire with his child so there’s multiple fires

• Has to call into work because there was a fire incident and they BOTH need to grow back their feathers

• This child has the biggest candle collection ever

Mirko (Rumi Usagiyama)

• You can’t tell me that Mirko’s child wouldn’t want to burn the world

• I mean their mum is a badass are we surprised?

• Mirko actually found the little fires funny at first

• Until there was a massive blaze and the fire was hot enough to be blue

• That triggered something in mama and she’s putting it out immediately and holding her baby tight

• Rabbits and Fire don’t mix even without that trauma

• An electric fireplace has been bought so you can watch the flames without triggering anything bad

© property of nightmareupondaydream; all written content is mine and no one else's unless stated otherwise; do not steal, plagiarise, modify or translate to any other platform.

helloo, i stumbled upon ur mha x scp au and AHDSIHDSGISDGJ UR WRITING??? IS SO GOOD?? (also im new here hi, can i be 🎭 anon) more mha x scp au pls /nf tho

hii 🎭 anon :) i get a lot of requests for this au haha, sure!

previous part here

AU where MC is transported into the MHA universe with a SCP-summoning quirk. essentially a MHA and SCP crossover. you can read the rest of the parts under the tag #pp mha au

(note: i have never watched or read mha in my life and all of my knowledge is from fanfics and lazily googled questions! sorry in advance for any mischaracterizations or anything that just... doesn't make any sense? lol)

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You lean forward, nearly falling off of your chair in the process. Squinting your eyes into narrow lines, you focus on one, crucial objective:

Trying to figure out what the hell is sitting right in front of you.

He looks like a cat, sort of. He reminds you of Josie, or, well, 529, with his feline-esque features and all.

Oh, you really should summon Josie here again sometime. It's been quite a while since you last have. That cat makes a good cuddle buddy. Even if she's missing the entire other half of her body.

You hum in thought, continuing to careen forward from your chair. No! This thing across from you is nothing like Josie. His ears look more like a bear, like 1048. Or could he be a dog? No, no... You've got it! He's definitely a rat!

Leaning back, you return to a proper sitting position and internally applaud yourself for finding the solution to your own ridiculous question. A rat, you think to yourself, face smug. Reminds me of a certain mask that drips black snot.

Wait a minute. The satisfied expression you adorn falters as you inspect the rat closer. What if it's not a rat, but a mouse?!

No, you're getting sidetracked! You take another bite of the banana you have graciously been given by your... captors? Do they count as captors if you willingly went with them?

The clearing of a throat. "Excuse me. If you could please answer the question..."

Oh, right. They're not really your 'captors,' just your interrogators, (that provide you with free food, might you add).

"What was the question again?" you ask, before not-so-elegantly stuffing the rest of the banana down your throat. You couldn't help but cave into your stomach's hunger; you haven't tasted this quality of fresh food in years! No more scavenging for meals or rummaging through garbage bins!

The man in uniform raises an inquiring eyebrow. You examine the badge attached to his right breast pocket: 'Detective Tsukauchi.'

He gestures to his side. "He asked you for your name."

Your eyes follow his hand's movements, and you find yourself gazing at the rat once more. "Oh, I wasn't paying attention." You admit shamelessly, grabbing another banana from the bowl placed before you. "I'm Y/N."

"Pleasure to meet you, Y/N." The rat smiles. You absentmindedly nod in response. "I'm Nezu, the principal of U.A. High. The man beside me is Detective Tsukauchi," you glance at the final stranger, "and this is Aizawa, a teacher at this school. He is also the one who found you. We would like to ask you some questions, as you are already aware."

"Sure," you comply, shoving another banana into your mouth. "I don't mind."

"How old are you?"

"Fifteen, I think."

"Who are your parents?"

You shrug, nonchalantly reaching for another banana. "Don't have any."

Nezu's grin widens slightly, and you watch him place a paw below his jaw. "Would you be comfortable telling us about what happened in that alley?"

Cocking your head to the side, you carefully peel off the banana's skin. "Which one?"

The detective speaks up. "The one you were found in."

Chewing another bite of your food, you tap a finger to your chin in thought. "Well, I was asleep until I heard a bunch of noise." Slowly, you turn to Nezu, replicating his ear-to-ear smile as you dramatically retell your experience.

"I looked up from my home, my beloved alleyway cardboard box, and saw two groups of people fighting. I decided to hide in my box until it was all over, but then one of them crashed into my home. They crumpled my box, and my hiding spot was revealed! The two groups started arguing about 'gang territory,' or whatever, and one of them decided to use me as a hostage and pointed a gun to my head."

You sink your teeth into your banana once more, oblivious to the horrified looks from every adult in the room.

"Oh, but it was fine," you casually continue, mouth half-full, "since, you know, I took care of it and all."

"When you say that you 'took care of it,'" the detective asks cautiously, "do you mean that you used your quirk?"

"My... quirk?" You scratch the back of your neck. "I guess it's my quirk? Don't know too much about 'quirks,' to be honest. I've never been to a doctor, or whatever specialist you go to for checking those out."

"Could you describe to us what it was that you exactly did?"

You gulp down the rest of your banana before replying. "You mean, in that alley? I summoned, or, like, conjured up one of those, uh." You pause, replacing 'SCPs' with another word to prevent further confusion. "Creatures? One of those creatures."

Tsukauchi looks you in the eye. "These creatures that you summon." You glance at the detective's hands, and you notice that they're trembling. "What do they do? What do they look like?"

"Usually I summon them to help and protect me." You explain with a shrug, "Oftentimes I encounter people who want to hurt me for some reason. There's a bunch of, er, 'creatures,' that I can summon, and they don't typically look like your perception of what's 'normal.'"

You continue, "There are endless possibilities, really. One looks like a teddy bear, just covered in human ears." Tsukauchi's eyes widen, as if his suspicions have been confirmed. "There's some that are long and bony. Some of them have these gigantic claws and razor-sharp mouths. Some of them are all gooey and acidic-"

"I believe that's enough." You turn to the side, taking a brief glimpse at Aizawa, who is standing beside you. Those were the only words he's spoken this entire time.

Turning back to the other two, you're about to grab another banana when you catch sight of the detective. You stare awkwardly, your hand paused mid-air. He seems to have completely spun on his heel to face away from you, hands clutching the wall as he gags and dry heaves. You scoot back in your chair uncomfortably.

"...And you do not have a home, correct?" Nezu stands up from his seat, approaching yours.

"Well, I did, but like I said, my cardboard box was destroyed because of those two rival gangs, or whoever they were."

"I see." He raises a paw so as to pet the top of your head. You clumsily bend down in your chair, allowing the two-foot-tall principal to reach your height. "We can arrange something for you. You may stay in a personal dorm here for free, if you would like." He smiles, "So long as you attend this school, the police force has also gladly agreed to erase your criminal record!"

You gawk at him. "C-criminal record?" Well, you guess you usually do end up leaving a mess of dead bodies behind, but it's always in self-defense!

"You should know it is illegal to use your quirk unlicensed and in public, Y/N."

Surveying the room, you dart your eyes from person to person. In the corner of the room, the detective, who is on the verge of vomiting up his insides. The man beside you, Aizawa, who refuses to look at you. The one standing in front of you, Nezu, who is blackmailing you, but is also offering you free shelter and free food...

You huff, grabbing Nezu's paw and shaking it wildly. "It's a deal, then."

I found this post you made and idk how old it is but it was about writing stories to heal inner child to give readers someone who stepped up for them as a kid since they didn’t have someone… idk if ur still taking requests for that, but if you are, any chance you could write smthing related to saving a kid from sex trafficking? Specifically where it was perpetuated by the parents if that makes sense?? Idk. I want Aizawa to come get me outta there lol(I’m okay now). Maybe he was undercover or smthing for a bigger operation and came in contact with.. that. Thanks for reading my whole request ^^;;

Aizawa x SA Victim Child Reader

TRIGGER WARNING: please be aware that the following content contains allusions to rape, the sexual exploitation and abuse of minors as well as unwanted sexual advances. Please be warned

Aizawa goes undercover disguised as a potential buyer for an illegal quirk boosting drug that the reader’s parents are selling and finds readers parents offering reader to buyers as well.

Reader is 12 and still hasn’t developed a quirk yet. They are a late bloomer and their parents decided that their kid needed to ‘help out the family’ since they haven’t developed a quirk

Reader is forced to take lessons on ‘dancing’ in order to entertain the clients. The reader’s parents have made them believe that they are not worth saving and that heroes will treat them like a villain because what they’re doing is wrong and because their parents are ‘evil’

Aizawa was back in his underground days and came upon the house acting as a corrupt hero. He had found an actual corrupt hero who used the drugs and knew about the kid. Aizawa followed the hero and was talking to the parents when they offered the reader to him.

Aizawa, not believing this, actually went to the room and paid the parents before going in alone.

The reader’s parents don’t really care how long people are along with the reader, as long as they pay them good money. The father’s quirk allows him to distort electrical circuits and signals rendering any device that investigators might use to capture evidence of their deeds, to be useless.

Once alone with the reader, Aizawa was revolted by the way the reader was sexualized by their own parents. He talked to the reader and it took some convincing but he eventually gave the reader a phone that they could use to gather evidence from the inside.

After Aizawa left, because there wasn’t anything he could do at that exact moment that wouldn’t make things worse for the reader, he informed the police as well as the other heroes he was working with about the situation and within the next three days, they had all the information they needed in order to get a search warrant and arrest the parents

Aizawa was the one who was in charge of the kid. It was during the raid that the reader’s quirk finally manifested.

Their quirk allows them to build up and store massive amounts of electrical energy and basically turn their body into electrical energy as well as manipulate it. The reader can travel through electrical circuits like landline phones and computers. They can create a force field of electrical energy that fries anything within it as well as control electricity and shape it.

The reader was being ‘used’ by a rather violent man who was being far rougher than anyone had ever been before. It was during all the stress and anxiety that the reader finally had enough. When Aizawa busted the door down he saw the man had been electrocuted to death and had electrical burns all over him.

Aizawa realizes the severity of the situation and instead of using his quirk he decided to have the reader try to control their ability themselves. Aizawa gently removed his goggles and slowly approached the hyperventilating child. He gently talked to them, speaking in a soft voice, he told them that it was over. That their parents have been arrested and that they will never have to deal with this kind of treatment ever again.

The reader obviously wasn’t comfortable with touching others and Aizawa understood that. Aizawa had given the reader the space they needed and made sure to always be within the reader’s sight and also made sure that anyone who had to be near the reader, followed the reader’s directions.

If they didn’t want to be touched, Aizawa made sure they wouldn’t be. If the reader was uncomfortable, Aizawa made sure that whatever was causing it was dealt with. For the first time ever, the reader actually saw and believed that someone was willing to protect them and after a few months the reader was finally comfortable with sleeping in the same room as Aizawa.

The doctors and nurses were worried about the reader since they refused to be touched and would use their quirk to defend themselves. It was only after Aizawa was able to gain the reader’s trust that the doctors had Aizawa be their proxy and do the tests needed. With every test that Aizawa had to do, he would explain in detail what he would be doing, why he was doing it and made sure that the reader felt comfortable and safe, making sure that they understood that they had to give consent before anything would be done.

Eventually a therapist and counselor where provided to the reader to help them deal with the trauma from their experiences. The reader wouldn’t really talk to anyone besides Aizawa

Seeing this the courts as well as the reader’s doctors suggested that Aizawa become the reader’s legal guardian

Aizawa adopted the reader and had Hizashi introduce himself to the reader. After that, the two of them decided to take the reader shopping since this was more of Hizashi’s area of expertise rather than Aizawa’s. They bought clothes for the reader, toys, books, electronics, snacks, toiletries, bedding, furniture, etc.

Once they got to Aizawa’s house, they helped the reader get everything inside and showed the reader their own rood with an attached bathroom. The reader even had a lock on their door that they could control from their side. Aizawa even helped the reader instal one of those chain locks on their door

It took a lot of time but eventually the reader began to trust Hizashi too. Eventually one day the reader had fallen asleep on the couch next to Aizawa. Aizawa was so touched and smiled softly. He made himself, as well as the reader, a promise, he would do whatever it took to keep them safe and make sure that they were happy and felt loved and cared for

(I hope this helps you and that you enjoyed this. I hope that your inner child finds some peace with this and that this helps them heal.)

silly/ goofy/ maybe a chaotic reader x f/o

"I'm sure the constant paperwork I've been doing gave you the illusion of a serious businesswoman." overdramatically you held your hand out, closing it into a fist and shaking it, to mock some sort of superior presence. "Don't forget the chaos I rain upon mere mortals such as yourself."

"Sure."

Accidents Happen P2

 A small quiet knock fell on the door, disrupting Aizawa, who had busied himself for the night. His glasses balancing on the tip of his nose, and his hair thrown into a messy bun that was hanging on by a hair tie and half a hair.

He glanced up to the door, where a shy and pitiful Y/N waited at the door, All the confidence she had dissipated as soon as she saw him, and waves of embarrassment washed over her body and she suddenly, and she suddenly remembered she had every reason to be ashamed, and no reason to hold her head so high and to be proud.

“Is everything alright?” he asked, she slightly shook her head no, so slight that even Aizawa didn’t catch it. “Is there a reason that you’re not in bed?” he asked. “You said you were going to bed early.”

“I’ve had an accident.” She whispered.

“I’m sorry I didn’t quite catch that.” he said sweetly, shutting his laptop and turning to face her.

“I’ve had a accident.” She repeated. “I wet the bed.”

 She still hadn’t looked at him, if she did she would have saw the faint smile that brushed across his features and how his shoulders slumped forward slightly. Not out of disappointment, but out of hope. He was pleased that she had an accident, but pleased that she felt safe enough to come to him for help, and a small part of him wanted to jump for joy because she came to him for help. 

“Oh well, that’s okay.” he said, standing up slowly. “We will get you all cleaned up, and I will change your sheets.”

“ I’m sorry-”

“ There’s no need to be sorry honey, this is nothing a fresh pair of pajamas and a shower can’t fix.” he walked over to her patted the top of her head, hoping that it would put her on ease. “ I mean it, it’s no big deal.”

“ I’m really sorry, I can clean it up myself it’s just-” she tried to speak, but she was suddenly overcome with the overwhelming urge to cry.

“ It’s okay, I really don’t mind.” he knelt down so he could be on her level, squatting awkwardly, at his knees. 

Y/N didn’t look up from his black house shoes, with grey fuzzy lining. Upon closer inspection he was wearing cat socks, that would have seemed obnioxus but he wore them so much that the colors had faded, and the blues looked grey.

She tried to argue further, but Aizawa wouldn’t have any of that and instead ushered her down the hallway and into the spare closet, where he kept old clothes that shrunk in the wash, but Shinso wasn’t quite big enough for. He handed her plaid pajama bottoms and a t shirt with a bright yellow cat vane on it. It had been washed so many times the cat had half a face, and the only thing left of the tail was a forgotten imprint.

She followed him where he led her to the bathroom door and pushed it open. He watched her hesitate walking in the bathroom, the way her eyes glazed over at the thought of stepping on the cold tile. Her hand started to shiver when she reached for the doorknob, and that made his heart shatter into a million peices and fall all over the floor.

“ Hey Y/N, can I show you something?” he gently pushed her into the bathroom, wincing at the whimper that she made. He showed her the doorknob and fiddled with the locking mechanism. “ You see this?” he asked, squatting down to her level, to make sure that she saw it.

“ Yeah.” she whispered. “Yeah I see it.”

“ This is called a lock, you know what that is?” 

She violently shook her head before whimpering again.

“ That’s okay, it’s okay, I can just  explain it to you, yeah? You’re not in trouble.” his voice was sweet like a cherry pie, and warm like tea with a whole bunch of sugar.

Despite the fact that he was talle than her by at least a foot and a half, and had about 80 lbs on her, she had felt as safe as she ever had in a while. Same way she felt with Hitoshi. He was a safe person, or at least she though he was. but she shouldn’t trust her judgement. At least not recently, she thought she was past these “little accidents.” She had been through so much, but still wetting the bed like she was a child.

“ So if you twist this thing right here.” he says, twisting the locking mechanism.” It locks the door.” He grabs the door handle ant twists it. “ That basically means that nobody can open the door, unless you unlock it, and you don’t have to unless you want to. Do you understand?”

“ I think so.” she whispered.

“ Why don’t you try it for me? he asks gently.

She fiddled with the lock unlocking and locking it a few times, before looking up at Aizaw searching his face for approval, he nodded and smiled at her, before patting her on the back. 

“ Good job. So when you lock that door, it means your safe, and that means nobody can get inside.” he nods. “ So I’m going to let you shower, you can come find me whenever you’re done. Take as long as you need.”

She nodded sligtly before shutting the door behind her. Aizawa waited by the door waiting to hear the click, once he did he set to work. He went to his office and shut down his computer for the rest of the night, then he walk to his sons bedroom, and knocked on the door so quiet that it sounded like awhisper.

He heard a grunt, and he let himself it surprised at the fact that the door was unlocked. He stopped locking the door, and Aizawa bit back a gleeful smile. He tip toed into the room and gently shook Hitoshi awake.

“ Dad.” he whispered, voice groggy with sleep. He was still waking up so he wasn’t able to sensor himself, and he was too tired to even realize he said it. “Is there a reason you woke me up?”

“ Y/N’s in the bathroom taking a shower, I showed her how to lock a door, but if you have to pee, go to the one downstairs.”

“ Did she have another accident?” he asked. Another fruedian slip that he did catch, he sat straight up with wide eyes, rubbing the sleep out of them. “ You can’t tell her I told you that.”

“ I won’t. You stopped locking your door?” 

“ I don’t feel the need to anymore.” he said, like it was the most normal thing in the world.

“ Go back to bed kid.” he said ruffling Hiitoshis already messy purple hair, and pushung him back down.

“ You’re the one who woke me up.” he laughed. Aizawa had already made it to the door, when Hitoshi asked one final question. “ Do you need any help? With cleaning?”

“ No, I got it, but thankyou for offering.” he said. “ You’re a good kid, Hitoshi.” he spoke.

“ So I’ve heard.” he spoke, he flopped back on the bed like a fish on dry land, shutting his eyes and turning his brain to turn off. “ Leave the door open.” he called after her.

This was a smile that he couldn’t hide, and made no effort to. He didn’t care if the world saw the wide grin that he was holding, because his son just. asked him to leave the door open.

He made his way to the spare bedroom where Y/N was sleeping, with fresh sheets and a bottle of water for her nightstand, suspecting that she stopped drinking water in effort to stop her from having to use the bathroom.

He took off the damp bed sheets and left them in a pile on the floor and replaced the waterproof matress cover. Not before spraying down the matress with lysol spray, he went through the motions that felt all to familiar, and he hated the fact that he had to do this again. He never wanted to do this again, but he would, if it made her feel safe.

So young, and already been through so much. So young and already hit with the worst of the humankind had to offer. She was really a great kid, anyone who cared to show her the slightest bit of kindness would know that. Alot like Hitoshi who was loveable in the effortless way.

He had to do that alot with Hitoshi in the beginning, he often let go of his bladder in the middle of the night because the horrors of his past haunted his dreams. He too woke Aizawa in the middle of the night, using a pillow to cover his crotch, and Aizawa changed his sheets. He would do it 1,000 more times for the both of them.

He had just finished replacing the pillows when she walked in the room, holding a pile of dirty clothes and used towels, wearing the pajamas that Aizawa gave her. The shirt fell to her knees and the pants pooled at her ankles because she was lacking in the height department, she hardly made any noise and the only reason Aizawa heard her was because she said something.

“ I didn’t know where to put the dirty things.”

“ You can drop em’ on the floor, I’ll get them on the way out.”

She dropped them on the floor, and tip toed over to the bed. Aizawa went through the nightstand and pulled out a pair of old wool socks and put them on. He motioned for her to grab them and she did.

“ It gets cold.”

She nodded quietly, looking at the fresh sheets and made bed. She really didn’t want to ruin all the effort just because she couldn’t hold her bladder.

“ Thank you.” she whispered. “ For everything.”

“ Thank you for coming to me, I really appreciate it.” he offered. “ I noticed you didn’t drink all of today. Was that because you thought if you didn’t drink anything, you wouldn’t have any accidents?”

Y/N meekly nodded and sat down on the bed, and smoothed out the oversized pajamas on her leg.

“ The only thing that’s gonna get you is mildly dehydrated.” he laughed slightly. “ How was your shower?”

“Warm.”

“ Do you feel clean?”

She nodded.

“I’m glad that you’re shower was warm. Hitoshi uses up alot of hot water.” He had a very sweet laugh, sweet like sugar that melted on snow. A laugh that can light up an entire room and make grandma’s blush.

“ Can I sit?” he offered. She nodded, still not looking up. He sat down next to her, the bed squeaking as he eased onto the bedframe. “ When I was your age, something reaally bad happened to me, and I started wetting the bed. I was really embarrased too.”

“Were they because of nightmares?”

“ No.” he spoke plainly, as if he were talking to a wall. “ Sometime’s I would just wake up in a puddle of my own pee.I was really embarrased about it. I felt like a baby. My parents were really understanding about it though, whenever it happened they were really helpful. It helped to talk to someone about it.”

“ When did it stop?” she asked, the thought that had been bouncing around her skull. What she wanted to ask Hitoshi, and what she asked him.

“ After a few months, I ummm... I don’t know why, it just stopped. I tried to not drink any water, I ended up in the hospital because of mild dehydration. I tried to stay up all night, and I ended up passing out at the breakfast tables, my parnets were not amused about that.” he chuckled. “ I don’t remeber much about that time in my life, but I just remeber feeling very-”

“Embarassed.”

“ Yeah. Whenever me and Mic moved in together  I was afraid it would start happening again, so I would wait until he fell asleep and slept on the couch.”

“ Did he find out?”

“ Yup, he told me he didn’t care about my “issues”, and I started sleeping in the same bed. It happened, and he was nice about it, but I was still embarrassed. I know this is me calling the kettle black, but he told me I shouldn’t be embarrassed. He was right.”

“I feel embarrased.” her eyes welled with tears.

“ I get it.”

“ I feel like a baby, I mean Eri never wet the bed not once. I just-”

“ It’s not uncommon for kids who have been through something tramatic for them to start wetting the bed.”

“ I hate it. I hate it. I-”

“ I know,  I know.” he tried to comfort her, but she delved face first into hysterics.”

“ I the way I feel, I feel so gross. I’m disgusting-”

“ You’re not disgusting, it’s not gross. It’s just a bodily function that’s all-”

“ I’m a digsusting person-”

“ You took shower, we’ve changed your sheets. And I know that can’t help with everything, but you are clean. You’re not disgusting, I promise-”

“ I just... I feel so pathetic. Everybody has been putting so much effort into fixing me, and I... I still wet my pants like I’m some kid. I don’t even have nightmares I just wake up in a puddle of my own piss.”

“ I get it.”

“ I try so hard to hold it in, but then I just can’t, and I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t apologize.”

“ I wish I had nightmare’s. I wish I had them so I could have some sort of reason to be doing this-”she was digging a hole that she wouldn’t be able to get out of. 

“ It’s okay. I promise. I’m not mad at you, I won’t punish you.” he whispered. “You’re not in trouble.”

“ I’m tired.” she confessed. “ I’m so tired.”

“ Then sleep. You’re safe here I promise.”

“What happens if I have a accident?” she meekly ask.

“ Then we’ll clean it up, and you can go back to sleep.” he smiled. “ I’ll see you in the morning. I’m taking Hitoshi to the mocies if you want to come.”

And with that's he stood up, he flattened out the spot that he had been sitting at and started towards the door. Y/N letting her  body go limp on the bed, her mind ebbed and flowed until it fell onto one thought.

“ I know this door has a lock-”

“ Feel free to lock it if you feel the need-”

“ Do I have to?” she asked.

“ No.” Aizawa asked “ No you don’t.”

Aizawa didn’t fight back the smile, he just picked up the dirty clothes from the floor, and closed the door behind him.

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im upset with him but i present to you tomura and his baby napping.

babydaddy!tomura who takes naps with his baby. cooing to them in an uncharacteristically soft voice — hair pulled back into a low bun looking much more mature and having grown patient especially with the gift made by the two of you. his hand rests on his baby’s back — rolls of fat on their arms and legs, their chubby cheek pressed against his chest as they puff out small breaths. the smell of his baby’s bath wash —a soft lavender lulls him to sleep. the atmosphere of your apartment s’ serene as you walk in from work. the figures of the two people you love most laying lazily on the couch, the sight makes your heart squeeze and you’d do anything to make this moment last forever.

thinking about sleepy sex with him. the two of you can barely keep your eyes open as his thrusts grow lazier and lazier, lulling you to sleep too. after a long, hard couple of days, both of you wanted to fuck to release the tension but ended up fighting to stay awake instead. his clothes are half-on, half-off, and who knows where yours are — if you had to guess, they were probably strewn somewhere in the mess of linen sheets tangled between your legs. and the way he gives you those bedroom eyes filled with all the tenderness in the world just drives you feral, and god, if you weren't slipping away into unconsciousness, you would've been begging him for more.

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Bakugou x reader Butterfly Chapter V

Just a warning of a painfully bad fight scene, a good friend said that I could totally just skip it and go "Wow I can't believe we just witnessed such an awesome fight scene. Let's never talk about it again." which was extremely tempting, ngl, but voila, here we are, I hate it too, so don't worry.

Bakugou sat on the roof, his knees to his chest as he crossed his arms over them, glaring off into the distance. He looked down at his hand, the strip of photos from the photo booth you, him, and the Bakusquad in his hold. His eyes lingered on the picture of you smiling at him as you forced him to pull a face for the photo. Grumbling to himself, the boy put the photos back down and continued to look off into the distance. Hearing a sigh, the boy jolted his head behind him, but seeing Aizawa standing there, the boy went back to staring off to his staring. Aizawa walked over to the boy, standing beside him with his hands in his pockets, “So this is where you’ve been.” He said. Bakugou just hummed in response. Aizawa looked down at the boy, “You’ve been up here for a while.” He said. “Hoping to spot her coming?” Bakugou huffed and turned away from his teacher, “Something like that.” The boy looked down at the photos in his hand. “She was just here.” Aizawa sighed, “She’ll be back right here.” He said. Bakugou groaned, “You don’t know that. If her father has her, who knows what could be happening to her. And I’m just sitting here, doing nothing but wanting to see her turn the corner.” He said. The man stared off, “(Y/n)’s strong, we’ll get her back.” He said. Bakugou hummed, “She was right there, right next to me.” He glared at the ground. “Why didn’t she wake me up? Why the hell did I not feel her leave my side and be with her? I could be there for her.” Aizawa sighed, “This isn’t your fault.” Watching the boy just turn away from him again, the man put his hand atop the boy’s head. “We’ll get her back.” Bakugou looked up at the man, sighed, and nodded. Aizawa turned and looked off to behind the boy, “Stay here if you want, keep an eye out. But don’t forget to get some sleep. If things go bad, you’ll need your energy.” He said, taking his leave. After a while longer of being on the roof, Bakugou went back to his room, laying in his bed. He looked at his phone, going through the messages between the two of you. Looking at the group chat messages and seeing the group photos that you were in with him and the others. Growling in anger the boy shot back up, “For fucks sake, I can’t do this.” He said. Climbing back up to the roof, the boy dropped back down, “You stupid girl, I can’t do this. You’re an idiot for leaving on your own.” He grumbled as he hugged his knees. “Just hurry up and come back, you stupid butterfly girl.” The boy nearly jumped out of his skin feeling arms being wrapped around him. He looked to see pink arms being wrapped around him, turning his head, Mina was hugging him from behind. Soon other arms were wrapped around him, looking from the other side, he saw Kaminari’s hair in his vision. The boy struggled in their hold, “What’re you lot doing? Get off me!” he said. Kirishima walked around, putting his hand on Bakugou, “We’re here man, it’s okay.” He said. Sero smiled, coming up from behind Kirishima, “This isn’t on you.” He said. Mina lifted her head, tears in her eyes, “We miss her too.” She said, wiping at her arms. Bakugou sighed, “I don’t miss her.” He said. But he placed his hand on the girl’s arm, giving it a tight squeeze. Getting up, the boy looked at his friends, “How the hell did you guys know I was here? Why aren’t you all in bed? Do you know how late it is?” he asked. Kaminari screwed his face up, “We should be saying that to you! Mister goes to bed earlier than my grandad!” he said. Sero smiled, “Mister Aizawa told us.” He said. Bakugou grumbled, of course that old man did. Mina hugged Kirishima, “Let’s go, we can all stay together.” She said. As the others went on ahead, Bakugou turned to look one last time. His eye caught something moving, and he stopped completely. Kirishima looked, “What’s up man?” he asked. But Bakugou just stared wide-eyed, soon a glare showing, “We gotta go get Aizawa.” He said. “Now!” The others looked to where Bakugou was looking, panic in their eyes as they all rushed off. Getting the others and Aizawa, all of them rushed out to the front of the dorms. A man stood there, a smile on his face as he stood there casually. Bakugou glared, taking a step forward, but Aizawa threw out his arm to stop the boy. The man stepped forward, “Who the hell are you?” he asked. The stranger grinned, “I’m sure you’ve all heard all about me.” He said. He looked over to the glaring students. “I see you’ve all gotten attached to a particular caterpillar that you all looked after.” Aizawa glared, “State your business, now!” he yelled. The man grinned, “I see you got attached to my darling caterpillar, but you have to understand, she’s mine.” He said. Bakugou growled, “She’s not yours! You abused her and left her!” he yelled. Aizawa held the boy back, “What he said, you lost your rights to her. Where is she?” he asked. The man smiled, “Seems you all got too attached. She’s my Caterpillar, I raised her and her powers, so she belongs to me.” He waved his hand. “If she wanted to be here with you lot, why did she come back to me then?” Bakugou glared, “You tricked her! There’s no way she’d return to you of her own free will! She’s petrified of you!” he yelled. Your father grinned, “Is that so?” he turned, “Isn’t that right Aoi!” The man named Aoi turned the corner, a feral grin on his face, “That’s right sir.” Bakugou glared, “You’re the one that (Y/n) ran into!” he spat. Aoi shrugged, “Coincidences sure happen every day.” He said. Your father smiled, “Now, I’m sure you all missed my darling caterpillar, but you’ll all be happy to know that she’s doing just fine.” He said. Aizawa glared, “Enough of this! Where is she!?” he asked. Your father laughed, “Wanting me to bring the guest of honor so soon? Guess that’s okay, my dear Caterpillar! Come greet your friends!” he yelled out. The others watched as you walked around the corner, knee-high boots covering your legs, short shorts with belts and chains around your waist, and a sleeveless cropped turtleneck. You walked towards your father; your eyes closed. Stopping beside your father the man smiled, “My dear.” He said. Bakugou stepped past Aizawa, pushing past the man’s arm, “(Y/n)…” he mumbled. You opened your eyes, showing your glowing purple eyes, no emotion on your face. The boy shook his head, “(Y/n)?” he called to you. Your father put his hand on your shoulder, “She’s not your (Y/n) anymore, she’s becoming my butterfly, just like I promised her.” He said. Aizawa stood beside Bakugou, “(Y/n), come to us, we’ll stop him together.” He said. You tilted your head to the side, your father moving behind you, “Seems they want you back, but what do you think will happen to your family?” he said. You jerked your head back straight, lifting your hands, a purple mist flying from your palms and fingertips. Aizawa narrowed his eyes, “(Y/n), don’t do this.” He said. Bakugou grit his teeth, “He’s not your family, we are!” he called. You stepped forward, “My family is my blood.” You said. Your father smiled, “Protect your father, become a butterfly.” He grinned. “Protect your mother.” Hearing the mention of your mother, you stepped forward, “For my mother!” you called. You shot your power out, Aizawa pulled back Bakugou as the power hit, making the two and the students behind them hit the ground. Aizawa got up, “Enough! Don’t make us do this!” he called. Mina got her knees, “(Y/n)! We are your family, you know us!” she called. You titled your head, “Know you? I know no one but my family.” You said. Aoi smiled from behind your father, “She doesn’t know any of you anymore. She has one thing in mind, her family.” He said. Your father grinned widely, “Show them what you will do for your family!!” he called. You gritted your teeth and shot your hand out, Aizawa and some of the others dodged your attack, the others flying back to the ground. Aizawa shot off to the side, his eyes beginning to glow. You spun your hands together and shot an energy ball toward the man, hitting him. A bubble formed around the man, shock, and confusion as he floated in the bubble. With a click of your finger, the bubble dusted with a purple sheen, making it solid so that it wasn’t visible. Bakugou put his hand to the bubble, trying to blast it, but it had zero effect. Todoroki came around, “We don’t want to fight you, but we will if that is what it takes to stop you, (Y/n)!” he called. You crossed your arms in front of your face, the purple mist circling you, lifting you up into the air, “You attack,” you said, snapping your arms down and energy balls circling your palms appeared, “And I’ll defend!!” The others shot off, Bakugou, Todoroki, and Uraraka aiming for you, working together, while the others went for your father and Aoi. A battle erupted, and your father fought off the other students with ease, Aoi staying close behind him as he just stood and kept quiet. You picked off the students that came after you with ease as well. Their attacks were relentless, but you could tell that their attacks were pulled back. You growled, forming a long blade from your arm. You shot an energy ball at Uraraka, sending the girl to the ground with a hard thump, the energy turning into a sticky substance, keeping her on the ground as she cried out in pain. Attacking Todoroki and Bakugou, you dodged their coming attacks, slicing Todoroki’s cheek and then his arm, forming a bubble around him and sending it crashing to the ground, disbanding the bubble, it turned into a ring, wrapping tightly around the boy, restricting his arms to his body tightly and keeping him to the ground as if his body weighed more than he could lift. Bakugou burst at you, doing his best to dodge your attacks, but you sliced his arms and his chin. He growled, “Snap out of it!!” he said. Landing a shot on you, your arm darkened with a bruise. He reached out and grabbed your arms, pinning your hands together. “Stop it already!” You glared and growled in his face, head butting the boy, slipping a hand out of his hold, and punched him with force that sent him back to the ground. The boy looked shocked, his hand to his face in awe at your strength. You glared down at him, “Touch me again, and I’ll tear your hands off and shove them down your pathic throat!” you yelled. Bakugou glared and shot back off the ground and attacked you again. You struggled to get the boy away, forming a wall between the two of you. Hearing a groan, you looked to see your father being pushed back. You growled, “Enough!!” you called. Sending the students on the ground back, caging them in bubbles, rendering them powerless. Bakugou looked at your eyes, seeing a small waver in them. He pushed against the wall, “You don’t want to do this!” he called. “You just need to snap out of it!” You glared at him, “What the hell would you know? You’re nothing to me! Why would I choose to protect you, over my flesh and blood! The man who raised me and helped me become powerful!?” you yelled. Bakugou huffed, “You want to protect him!? You want to stand there and tell me you’d rather protect the man who abused you, beat you till you were unconscious, starved you, and kept you from everything outside your house walls!?” he yelled. You faltered back, and Bakugou kept pushing, the wall wavering. You shook your head, “He did it to protect me! To keep me strong! So I could become his butterfly!!” you yelled. Bakugou yelled out, blasting a hole in the wall. To your surprise, he took the opportunity to grab you by the shirt pulling you closer, “He did that for himself! He hurt you! He’s abusing your power, and he hurt your mother!!” he yelled. You gasped, images floating in your head. Little you cowering in a corner, your mother standing in front of you, being sent to the ground by your father, kicking her while she was on the ground. Then walking to you to drag you by your hair as your mother reached out weakly to you. You shook your head, “I’m his butterfly, he did it for me, for her… he didn’t mean it, it was to be strong, becoming strong means you have to go through pain.” You huffed, your breath becoming sharp and painful. Your father glared up at you, “Butterfly! Don’t let him clip your wings!” he yelled. “Do not fail me!!” You flinched at his words, you grabbed Bakugou's hand that had hold of you, the mist flowing around him, he winced at the pain that the mist brought to his hand and arm. But it was evident that you weren’t putting through your full power. Your father glared harder, “Don’t make me put you back!!” he yelled. You flinched, fear taking over, “I don’t want to go back, not the tank, not the hole…” you mumbled. Your father gritted his teeth, “Then kill that boy, and prove it to me!!” he yelled. You looked at Bakugou as he glared at his hand, but when he looked back at you his eyes softened a little, he wasn’t attacking you when he could be. Faltering your breath hitched, “Why won't you attack me with your full power!? Any of you!?” you called. “You think I’m so weak, that I’m not worth your efforts!?” you yelled. Bakugou glared, “I’m not him, none of us are, we actually care about you and your wellbeing! We’re not going to hurt you just to get our way!!” he called. “We just want you to come back!” You looked back to your father, at his glare he turned back to Aoi, who was slumped over his hand to his head, “Aoi! What’s wrong with her!?” he called. Aoi groaned, “She’s fighting back, she’s afraid.” He said. Your father seemed furious, “Afraid?” he glared up at you. “You’re afraid!? Fear is weakness!! I won’t let you be controlled by your weakness!! You will kill this boy and the rest of these pathetic whelps, or so help me, I’ll do you away like your mother!!” You jolted, a pain going through your head. The pain was intense, it took over your whole body. You grumbled to your knees as you and Bakugou were sent to the ground, your powers no longer keeping the wall up that kept the boy in the air, and the mist that kept you in the air. Hitting the ground hard, Bakugou groaned, but he was quick to get to his feet rushing over to you. You were curled in on your body, crying out in pain. A wall kept Bakugou from getting to you, the boy looked to your father who had his hand up, keeping the wall between the two of you. The man walked over to your body, kicking your face, “Enough! Get up!” he yelled. As you gasped for breath, the man continued his assaults on you, “On your feet! You’ve been through worse than this! Get up!” he yelled. Bakugou bashed against the wall, “Fuck off! Leave her alone!!” he yelled. The other students fought against the bubbles they were in, the walls faltering, but not too weak enough to break. Bakugou bashed against the wall harder, “(Y/n)!!” he called. Your father lifted you up by your hair, “On your feet, now!” he called. Following his orders, you stood to your feet, shaking from the pain as blood trickled down your head and lips. The man pushed you, and you fell to your knees, “You’re going to be punished for this!” he called. He snapped his fingers towards you, a loud sharp snapping sound echoing as you cried out. He did the same thing six times before he grabbed your ear, “You’re a pathetic butterfly, kill them, or I’ll kill your mother!!” he yelled. Panic took over your body, you turned to him, tears streaming down your face, “No, I just got her back! Don’t take her away from me! Not again!” you called. The man kicked you away from him, “Then do as I tell you!” he said. You got back to your feet, walking towards Bakugou. The wall was still between you, the boy could see your pupils again, your tears streaming down your face sending a cold feeling through his veins. The boy bashed against the wall again, “(Y/n), you okay?” he asked in a panic. You shivered, “Why do you care so much!?” you yelled. “Why would you not fight to kill me like I would to you?” you sobbed. The boy screwed his face as he bent to meet your eye level, “Because I care about you, butterfly! I wouldn’t put you through this shit, no matter what! This is not how you treat the people you care about!” he yelled. You shook your head, “I can’t lose my mother, not again.” You sobbed. The boy shook his head, “(Y/n), he already said it, she’s already gone. He took her from you long before all this. They’re screwing with your head, fight them.” He smoothed his hand against the wall. “Come back.” You raised your shaking hand, placing it where his was. Even though the wall was there, you could almost feel the warmth of his hand through it, you could feel all your memories and feelings return. It was painful, but it was welcomed. Aoi gasped as he shot to your dad, “I lost her!!” he yelled. You turned to your dad as he stood right in front of you, “Stop this, now.” You said. The man glared down at you, “You dare raise from your knees to me? I’ll snap your wings I gave you with a snap of my fingers.” He lowered his head. “Back to your knees or die.” He said. You glared back at him, “I’d rather die on my feet, than live on my knees.” You said. The man glared, “Pathetic.” He said. He raised his hand and pushed a blade into your side. Your eyes shot open wide, the pain felt just as cold as the blade that pierced your flesh, the warm blood that seeped past the blade felt hot. You gasped as your eyes watered, putting a hand to his should. You glared up at him, “This is for my mother.” You said. Purple glowed on your hand where you placed it on your father, a blade forming and piercing his shoulder. The man’s eyes shot wide, as he fell to his knees. You swung out your arm, putting the man in a bubble and forcing it to fly back, making Aoi collide and join in the bubble. The two were trapped. the wall between you and Bakugou fell, but as the boy rushed to your side, you put your hand up, stopping him from reaching out to you. You turned and released your new family from their cages, including Aizawa. Once they were released, others started rushing over, other heroes and sirens in the distance making their way over. You sighed as the heroes reprimanded the two villains from your bubble, “They couldn’t have come any sooner?” you laughed. Aizawa rushed over to you, “(Y/n)!” he called. You put your hand up to stop him, “I’m fine.” You said. You looked to your other classmates and friends, “I’m so sorry.” You said. Bakugou ignored your hand that stopped him from coming closer to you, putting his hand on your side that wasn’t injured, supporting you. You winced, your vision becoming spotty. You smiled through the pain, “I think I’m going to pass out.” You mumbled, your knees becoming weak in the boy's hold. Bakugou glared slightly, “You idiot, we’ll take care of you.” He said. You reached up and pinched his cheek weakly, “Baku…” but you didn’t finish as you lost consciousness.

Waking up in the hospital, the bright lights made your head throb as nausea overwhelmed you. Leaning up to swallow the feeling, you felt a sharp pain go through your side. About to fling your hand to your side, you felt a small tug. Looking to your side, you saw Bakugou, fast asleep on the edge of your bed, his hand gripping yours in his sleep. You smiled down at him, reaching over with your other free hand to play with his hair. Sighing in relief you looked to the window, Aizawa was asleep in the other free seat, sitting up in it, his arms crossed over his chest as his head hung low. You smiled widely, stretching your back and feeling it crack, you groaned out. Hearing your groan, Aizawa blinked his eyes open. Seeing you up, he stood from his chair and walked over, “How you feeling?” he asked. You smiled, but remembering the events from before, you looked down, your smile dropping, “I’m fine.” You said. The man reached over and rubbed the top of your head, “What’s on your mind?” he asked. You continued to look down, “I’m sorry, I hurt you.” You glanced over at Bakugou and put your fingers through his hair again. “All of you.” Aizawa sighed, “It wasn’t your fault.” He said. “Don’t think too much about it. No one blames you for it, no one.” He said. You smiled and looked back up at him, “Thank you.” You said. “But I’m still sorry, nothing’s going to change that.” The man rolled his eyes, “Right, you are forgiven. Even if there’s nothing to forgive.” He said. You grinned, but soon bit your lip, looking down, “What about…my father?” you asked. The boy next to you stirred, both you and Aizawa looked to Bakugou. Aizawa sighed, “We’ll talk about that later, I’ll leave you two to it.” He said. “I’ll let the others know that you are up and fine, so that they will finally get off my back.” And with that, the man left. You looked at the boy that was beside you, groaning in his slumber. You smiled and ruffled his hair more, making the boy blink his eyes open, once spotting you, his eyes softened with a sigh. You smiled, “Morning sunshine.” You said. Bakugou stared at you, “You’re still here.” He sighed. But soon he shot up out of his seat, pressing close to you, panic in his eyes. “Are you okay? Are you in pain? I’m going to get a doctor!” You smiled and put your hand up, “Hey, calm down! I’m fine!” you said, pulling the boy back down by his hand to sit back down. “If anything, I’m just feeling a little drained, that’s all.” The boy sat in his seat as you urged him, a sigh leaving him. You looked to him, rubbing the back of your neck, “I’m sorry, for all the trouble and worry and pain I put you through.” You said. Bakugou huffed, “It wasn’t your fault.” He said. He looked away, his eyes on your hand that was still in his. You leaned down to catch his eyes, “Hey, what’s up?” you asked. The boy looked at you and sighed, shaking his head, “Why didn’t you wake me up? Why’d you just leave like that?” he sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. “When I woke up, you were just gone. It scared the hell out of me.” You gripped his hand, “I’m sorry…it was something I felt I needed to do. I saw my mother, and my instincts just took over. I just ran to her.” You said. “But it…it wasn’t her.” Bakugou gripped your hand back, “I’m sorry. Just never do that again. Wake me up next time.” He said. You smiled at him, titling your head back, “You make it out like I’m going to be sleeping in your bed again.” You said. Bakugou’s ears turned red as his cheeks dusted pink, rubbing the back of his head, “Jesus, I mean like if you ever not want to be alone, just like it was that night.” He said through gritted teeth. You laughed, “Oh, sure, definitely.” You said mockingly. Bakugou gritted his teeth and leaned over to mess with your hair. You laughed and backed away, but the boy leaned up onto the bed to mess with you more. You cried out with laughter, reaching up to mess with his own hair. Soon you ended up dragging the boy onto the bed, the two of you just sitting and talking together. To be more comfortable, you released your legs from under the blankets and rested your thighs over Bakugou, legs on either side of his hips, his legs in the same way, but under your legs. You leaned forward, “I can only imagine what the others are like right now.” You said. Bakugou sighed, leaning his head back, “Probably either going out of their minds with worry, or they're planning a welcome back or a get better party.” He said. You laughed, “So true! Hopefully they’re a little less worried now though, Aizawa was just here and said he’d let them know that I was okay.” You said. The boy looked at you, “I was wondering where he went, he tried to get me to go back to the dorm, just like I tried to get him to go back. But he wouldn’t leave without seeing you wake up first.” He explained. You grinned, “Sounds like him, and you.” You laughed. You looked around, “Hold on, where’s my phone?” Bakugou reached back into his pocket, pulling out your phone, “Aizawa told me to give it back to you. You left it in my room when you left, and he had to go through it with the cops to see if there were any clues as to where you could’ve gone.” He said. You smiled and reached for it, “Understandable, thank you.” You said, but the boy pulled the phone back from your reach. You gaped at him, “Hey! Give it!” The boy grinned, “Nah, gonna need something in return.” He said. You raised your eyebrow at him, “It’s my phone, why should I give you anything in return for my property?” you asked. The boy shrugged, “I’m the one holding it, aren’t I?” he said. You pouted and rolled your eyes, “Fine, what do you want?” you asked. Bakugou looked to you, “Promise you won’t run off like that again. Not without me at least. I can’t protect you if you run off without me.” He said. Seeing the seriousness in his eyes, your pout dropped as you smiled at him, “I promise.” You said. The boy gave a half smile as he handed the phone back to you, “Good girl.” He said. You felt your stomach do flips as your cheeks warmed, “Whatever, Baku-babes.” You said, sticking your tongue out to him. Sending a message out to the 1-A dorm group chat that you were okay, you both laughed together at the responses that rushed in. You leaned towards Bakugou, resting your head on his shoulder, the boy went redgit at first, but soon caged you in his arms, “You all good?” he asked. You hummed against him, “Yeah, I’m just really happy.” You said. The boy’s returned hum vibrated through his chest, and you smiled at the feeling. You nuzzled into his neck, “I can’t believe I was so close to destroying all this.” You mumbled. The boy huffed, “Don’t flatter yourself, you could never destroy us.” He said. You pouted against him, “You calling me weak?” you huffed. Bakugou huffed a laugh, “Nah, you’re plenty strong. But your will is stronger. You would never let yourself become a puppet to destroy the people you care about.” He said. You soon smiled, bringing your arms up to bring the boy into a hug. He tightened his arms around you as well, hugging you back as the two of you just sat there for a while till the comfort eventually soothed you to sleep.

Being brought out of the hospital, it was just as Bakugou said, the others organized a small party for your return. You and Bakugou laughed together, having called the others on their actions. The party flew by, and you were comfortably waking up in your own bed, rushing downstairs, and going on your run with Bakugou as you always did. He took it easy on you as the wound on your side was still a little sore. But afterward, as the two of you were catching your breaths, you snuck up and wrapped your arms around Bakugou’s waist from behind, laughing. The boy stopped drinking his water, and looked down at you, putting his arm around your shoulder, “What’re you doing, butterfly girl?” he asked. You giggled and released him, “Common! Let’s go to the bubble tea place!” you called. Bakugou rolled his neck, “Why should I?” he asked. You pouted, “Common Baku-babes, you promised to treat me to bubble tea!” you said. The boy groaned, “You want to cash that in now?” he asked. Nodding you smiled, “Yes! I’m cashing that in now! Let’s go!” you said. Bakugou groaned, “Fine, whatever, even though you still don’t deserve it.” He said. You smiled and walked ahead of him to go inside, “I so do!” you called. Going upstairs to take a shower and get dressed you took a little extra time to try and pick an outfit. A knock on your door interrupted you and you turned to it, “Who is it?” you called. “It’s Mina and Jirou! Can we come in?” Mina’s cheery voice called through the door. You smiled, “Sure! Come in! I’m just in my underwear though if that doesn’t bother you guys!” you called back. Mina opened the door and shrugged, “Please, we get dressed in front of each other all the time, like we would care!” she said. You smiled at her, “Hey, it’s always good to give a head’s up just in case!” you said, reaching over to a dress and putting it to your body, looking in the mirror. Mina sat on your bed and Jirou sat in your desk chair, “You look happy.” Jirou said. You smiled at her through the mirror, “Why wouldn’t I be?” you asked. Pouting at the dress, you shook your head and through the dress back onto your bed. Lifting up two different skirts you hummed, “Can you guys help me choose an outfit? I don’t know why I’m struggling so badly right now.” You said. Mina grinned, “Ooo, got something special you’re going to?” she asked. You shrugged, “Just going to get bubble tea, Bakugou promised me he’d treat me, and I’m cashing that in today.” You said. Jirou smiled after sharing a look with Mina, “Wanting to look nice for him?” she asked. You blushed and pouted, “Not exactly, I just want to look nice, you know, just as a general thing.” You said. Mina grinned, laying on the bed and kicking her legs up, “Common! It’s so obvious! You have the biggest crush on the ticking time bomb!” she said. You groaned, “Is it really that obvious?” you asked. Jirou lifted her hand and pinched her fingers close together, “Just a bit.” She said. Mina squealed, “It’s super cute! Me and the boys are taking bets on who makes the first move!” she said. You gawked at her, “Hey!” you waved her off. “Just help me pick an outfit already! And yes, I am trying to look somewhat cute, so help would be greatly appreciated.” The girls helped you in picking an outfit and joined you in going downstairs, making jokes at you, and also encouraging you at the same time. They helped you choose a cute orange and black tartan skirt, black combat boots, and a black short-sleeved crop that had a low V-neck that hugged your body nicely. Jirou smiled, “Sure you won’t get cold without a jacket?” she asked. You waved her off, “I’m sure it’ll be fine, the weather is really nice, and we won't be gone out that long.” You said. Mina nudged you, “Or so you think~” she sang. You rolled your eyes and nudged her back jokingly. Meeting up with Bakugou, he was wearing black skinny jeans with rips in the knees and one small one across his thigh, black runners, a long white shirt, and a big buffy bomber jacket with small chains that hung off it. You smiled at the boy and skipped over to him, “Ready?” you asked. The boy looked you up and down, making you feel nervous under his eyes, “Yeah, you?” he asked. You nodded, “Yep, I’m just going to quickly let Aizawa know where we’re going.” You said. Bakugou nodded back, “Gotta let the father-figure know, huh?” he said. You smiled and nodded, “Yep!” you said and stuck your tongue out to him and skipped off. Going to Aizawa’s room, you happily walked in with his permission. The man looked up and down, “You look nice, going out?” he asked. You nodded, “Yep! Bakugou’s taking me out to get bubble tea, is that okay?” you asked. The man nodded, “Of course, especially if he’s with you.” He said. You titled your head, “What do you mean?” you asked. Aizawa gave a half smile, “I know that he’ll take care of you. You will with him too.” He said. You smiled, “Right!” you said, but your smile soon dropped as you inched closer to the man who was sitting at his desk. “I just wanted to quickly ask, I know it’s kinda silly, but, how’s my father? You know, since he’s been put away?” The man sighed and reached his hand out to you, guiding you to sit down on his bed, “He’s been asking you a lot. You are allowed to visit him, but I don’t have to if you don’t want to.” He said. You nodded, “Right, thank you.” You said. The man gave another sigh, “There’s something else you should know about, but I really don’t know if you’ll want to hear it now.” The man gave you a nervous look. “It could really bring you down.” You looked a little taken aback, but you took a breath and moved some hair behind your ear, “I’ll hear it, if I don’t hear it now, it’ll be nagging me all day.” You said. The man sighed and nodded, “Your father has given up some information, about your mother.” He said. You held your breath, “What information?” you asked. The man looked down, “He told us about…what happened with how she passed away. And where he…buried her.” He said. You closed your eyes, your emotions raging inside you, but you nodded, “Where?” you asked. The man looked at you, “We’ve recovered the body already, and we’re organizing to have a proper burial, if that’s what you want.” He said. You smiled and nodded, “Thank you, I’d love that.” you said. The man reached over and put his hand on your shoulder, “You okay? You can tell me.” He said. You smiled, “I’m okay, if anything, knowing actually makes me feel a lot better about it.” You said. The man nodded, “If you’re sure.” He said. You smiled widely and reached over, giving the man a hug, “Thank you.” You said. The man gave you a pat on the back, “Now, go have fun on your date.” He said separating from you. You flushed as you went to the door, pouting as you turned to the man, “It’s not a date! He owes me bubble tea, and he’s paying up!” you said. The man snorted and went back to his laptop, “Sure, have fun.” He said. You stuck your tongue out at him and left his room. Bakugou was leaning against the couch as you approached, looking at his phone. Seeing you approach he put his phone back in his pocket, “You get the okay to go?” he asked. You flipped your hair, “But of course! Who do you think I am?” you said. The boy rolled his eyes, “Common let’s get going.” He said. You smiled and followed after the boy, rolling your eyes at the others that pulled teasing faces and thumbs up at the two of you. Bakugou took you to a bubble tea place that you hadn’t been to, and you were over the moon. You both got different flavors and you were happily sipping your drink as the two of you sat together at a small grass spot. Bakugou nudged you, “Don’t drink too fast, you’ll make yourself sick.” He said. You stuck your tongue out, “Let me enjoy the good things about life!” you said. The boy scoffed, “Bubble tea?” he asked. You nodded, “Of course!” you looked at his and smiled. “Let me have a taste!” Bakugou looked to his and then yours, “Nothing's free.” He said, holding his hand out for yours. You happily handed yours to him as he handed yours to him. You both sipped each other’s drinks and you hummed happily, pacing your hand to your cheek in delight. Bakugou grinned, “Like it?” he asked. You nodded, “It’s so yummy!” you said. Hearing a small cry your head perked up, spotting a little girl who was by herself by a light pole, she looked around, lost as tears were in her eyes as she sobbed to herself. You got to your feet, rushing over the small girl, Bakugou following close behind. Leaning down to the little girl’s height you smiled at her, “Hey, you okay?” you asked. The little girl hid behind the poll and sniffled, “I can’t find where my mum went.” She sobbed quietly. You looked back up at Bakugou, and he sighed, getting down to the girl’s height as well, “Where did you see her last?” he asked. The small girl shrugged, “She was right beside me, and I walked on ahead because I wanted to chase the birds.” She wiped at her small nose. “But when I turned around, she was gone.” You smiled at her and reached to hold her small hands with your own, “We’ll help you.” You said. She sniffled again, “Aren’t heroes supposed to help?” she asked. Bakugou huffed a laugh, “You’re right about that, we’re heroes. We go to UA where we train to become heroes.” He said. The girl perked up, “Really?” she asked. You hummed, reaching out to wipe the small girl's tear stains away, “You got it, common, let’s go find her!” you said. The two of you and Bakugou brought the small girl along with the two of you, bringing her around to places she last saw her mum. Bakugou even got the small girl a small bubble tea to make her feel better. You ran around with the girl, waving to Bakugou to hurry up as the boy just smiled and shook his head. The boy even had the girl up on his shoulders, letting her tug his hair to hold her balance. When you both were in a crowded part of the town, you heard a small yell, “Airi!” You both turned seeing a woman with a hero beside her come running. The small girl on Bakugou’s shoulders started jumping, “Mummy!!” she yelled. Bakugou placed the small girl onto the ground, the both of you keeping your eyes on the girl as she ran to her mother. The woman hugged the small girl, stroking her hair and giving her kisses, “You silly girl! You are never letting go of my hand! Not till you’re at least 17!” she called. You smiled at them, the mother thanking the two of you repeatedly, along with the hero. Walking together, you and Bakugou left the two together, the boy nudged you as you kept your eyes on the ground, “What’s wrong?” he asked. You hummed, shrugging, “Nothing, I’m really happy we helped her find her mother. It felt really good.” You said. Bakugou held your hand, making you look to him, “Hey, I can tell something's bothering you.” He said. You smiled at him, “Let’s sit.” You said. You both sat back on the grass where you were before, you brought your knees together, hugging your knees. Bakugou reached over and held your hand again, bringing your knees down, “Tell me what’s wrong.” He said. You smiled, “You really know how to get me.” You said, giving his hand a small squeeze. The boy shifted closer to you, “Talk.” He said. You sighed, “Before we came out today, Aizawa told me that my father told them where he put my mother. And that they were going to organize a proper burial, which I was really happy about. I really was, but then when we helped that little girl find her mother, it felt amazing.” You looked down. “But it also hurt. Finding my mother, it’s amazing, but I’ll never get to hug her again, or have her stroke my hair and kiss my forehead.” Bakugou sighed, “I’m sorry.” He said. You nudged him, “It’s okay, it’s going to hurt. I am happy, genuinely, it’s so much better than not knowing where she was, and giving her the proper burial she deserves.” You said. Bakugou nodded, “You’re not going to be able to help the hurt.” He said. You nodded, “Exactly, but I know it’ll get better.” You smiled at him. “I’ve got you, right?” The boy’s eyes softened at you, “Of course.” He said. You chuckled, “And, you know, the others too.” You said. Bakugou scoffed, “Just not as good as me, as it should be.” He said. Laughing you leaned against him, “Shut up.” You laughed. The boy leaned his head against yours, nuzzling your hair a bit. You hummed, but a small stomach grumble made the both of you freeze. Bakugou growled, “You really know how to ruin the mood, don’t you?” he said. You hit his chest, “Hey! Give me a break! I can’t help it!” you said. “The stomach wants, what the stomach wants.” Bakugou raised an eyebrow, “Isn’t that saying meant for the heart?” he asked. You shrugged, “Same thing.” You said. The boy huffed, “It really isn’t.” he said. He got up and held his hand out to you. “Common.” He said. You raised your eyebrow this time, “Where?” you asked. Bakugou scrunched up his face, “To get food, dummy.” He said. A grin plastered on your face as you took his hand. Bakugou took you to get food, the two of you being probably the loudest people in the place, laughing together and sharing food and having fun. At one point, you were laughing so much to the point you couldn’t stop yourself; you thought you were going to get a stitch from laughing so much, especially seeing Bakugou do his best to hold back his laughter. On your way back to the dorms the sun was already setting, Bakugou had given you his jacket, you protested saying that he’d get cold but being the stubborn brat he was, he insisted. Walking up on a brick fence, you held your arms out to balance yourself, and Bakugou held his hand out for you to hold as extra balance. You excepted his hand as he kept you up. Reaching the end Bakugou jerked you off the wall, making you fall. He caught you in his arms and you squealed as he spun you around, the both of you laughing. You happily wrapped your arms around his neck. The boy kept you up in the air as he looked up at you, you smiling down at him. A few certain words were suddenly echoing in your head. Bringing one hand back from around his neck, you cupped his cheek, “Did you mean what you said?” you asked him. Bakugou raised his eyebrow, “I say a lot of things, gonna need to be more specific.” He laughed. You shook your head as you rolled your eyes, “When my father attacked, you said that you cared about me, do you?” you asked. Bakugou looked between your eyes, “Yeah, I do.” He said. “Why else would I be spending my free time, money, and jacket on you?” You smiled and looked down then back into his eyes, “When you say care about me, do you mean, like, more than like how the others do? I mean, as in, like, I don’t know.” You shook your head. Bakugou pounced you in his hold, “Hey,” he cut you off. “You’re rambling.” You looked down, “Right.” You chuckled. Bakugou titled his head to catch your eye, “I do.” He said. You looked him in the eyes, brows furrowed in confusion, “What?” you asked. He leaned into your hand, “Care about you, more than anyone.” He said. You grinned, “Yeah?” you asked. The boy rolled his eyes, “Yeah.” He confirmed. You giggled in his hold, but the boy shook you a little in his hold, “You gonna just make me be the only one to say it?” he asked. You shook your head with a grin, “You big dummy, of course I do.” You said. The boy grinned, and you giggled bringing your forehead down to his. You bit your lip as you looked down at him, the boy shaking his head as he leaned his head back, placing a kiss on your lips. You hummed into the kiss, catching you by surprise, but you more than happily kissed him back. The boy placed you on the brick wall, sitting you down on it as he kept his arms around you, kissing you more. You brought him in closer, hugging him tighter to you. When the two of you pulled apart, Bakugou put his forehead against yours, smiling down at you. You smiled back up at him, cupping his face, and gave him another quick kiss to his lips, the boy lifted you up and spun you around the both of you laughing. Hearing something in the distance, you both turned your heads in confusion, but you saw nothing and didn’t hear anything else. You both looked at each other and just shrugged hugging each other and heading back to the dorms, hand in hand. Walking into the front doors of the dorm you both smiled, separating from each other, not wanting the attention of you two being together to blow the others up. Looking around you titled your head, “Where’s Mina and the others?” you asked. Jirou twirled her ear jack around her finger, “They, ah, went out.” She said. As if on cue, the door swung open, and in came the others, laughing and grinning to themselves. You went over to them, “Hey, where’d you guys go?” you asked. Kirishima bit his lip, “Oh, you know, just out for a stroll.” He said. Bakugou looked over, “A stroll?” he asked, not believing them for a second. You looked over at Kaminari, “Why do you what twigs and leaves in your hair?” you asked. The boy smiled, eyes wide, “Whaaaat? There’re twigs in my hair?” he asked, fake shocked. You put your hands on your hips, “Spill, what did you guys do?” you asked. Sero wrapped his arm around Kaminari, “What’re you talking about? We just went for a stroll!” he said. Mina rubbed the back of her head, “Yep! A very casual walk!” she said. You and Bakugou watched them with disbelief on your faces. You shrugged, “You know what? I don’t even want to know.” You said. You pulled Bakugou by his arm, “Let’s go.” You said. Jirou typed away at her phone, “Told you you’d get cold.” She said as you went past her. You stuck your tongue out at her, looking to see the rest of the Bakusquad looking all excited after the two of you, to which you just squinted at them in a warning. Dragging Bakugou you went up to the roof again, the two of you sitting side by side, very closely together as you hugged his arm. You smiled up at him, “Sure you don’t want your jacket back?” you asked. The boy huffed, “Just keep it for now, idiot.” He said. You giggled, and looked up at the sky, “A little bird told me that you were up here for hours, looking for me, is that true?” you asked. Bakugou scoffed, “Multiple birds I bet.” He said, scowling. You laughed, “I mean, first it was one big, tired, dad bird, but then serval other birds also confirmed it.” You said. The boy grumbled, “Damn nuisances.” He muttered. You smiled, nuzzling into his arm, “Sorry.” You whispered. The boy leaned his head down, putting his face against your hair, “Stop apologizing already.” He said. You shrugged, “I will, maybe, eventually.” You said. Bakugou huffed a laugh, “Stubborn.” He said. Laughing you looked up at him, “Says you, I can name several times you have been stubborn.” you shrugged. “Guess I learn from the best.” He just shook his head, giving your head a small peck, “Whatever, Butterfly.” He said. You grinned up at him and he dipped his head down to kiss your lips. You hummed in the kiss, bringing your hand up to cup his face, rubbing your thumb over his cheek as he leaned his head against yours. You sighed happily, “You know that the others were totally up to something, right?” you asked. Bakugou scoffed, “When aren’t they?” he asked back. You chuckled, “You’re not wrong, but something is telling me that they were following us.” You said. The boy groaned, shaking his head against yours, “Don’t say it, those fuckers don’t know their place.” He said. You smiled, “And knowing Mina, she would’ve taken pictures.” You said. Your head perked up and pulled back from him. “Oh my god, do you think they caught us kissing?” The boy scrunched up his face as he groaned in realization, “For fucks sake, they’re not going to leave us the fuck alone over that.” He said. You grinned, kissing the boy's sour face, “You’re not wrong. But I feel like Kiri will at least be on our side to calm them down enough to let us come forth with it on our own.” You said. The boy looked up in thought, and nodded, “Not wrong.” He said. You grinned, leaning against the boy again. The cold air blew, and you felt a shiver go up your back, but you also felt Bakugou do a small shiver. You smiled, “I knew you were cold.” You said. The boy groaned, “Shut up, I’m more tired than anything.” He said. Leaning your head back, you placed your chin on his shoulder, “Want to go to sleep?” you asked. The boy looked down at you, “Maybe not yet.” He said. You grinned, “Who knew you could be a total cheese ball.” You laughed. The boy groaned, “Shut your face.” He said. You pulled him to stand up, “Common, go to bed if you’re tired, we had a long day after all.” You said. Bakugou looked down at you, his hand on your waist, “Fine.” He said. He continued to look down at you, not making a move to leave. You smiled, “What?” you asked. Bakugou continued to look at you, “You going to be okay?” he asked. You leaned your head against his chest, hugging him, “I’ll be okay.” You said. The boy hugged you back, “Alright.” He said. Giving him a kiss, you walked off to the side of the girls’ dorms, “Goodnight.” You said. The boy put his hands in his pockets, “Night.” He said, going his own way. Reaching the edge of the roof, you bit your lip and swung around, “Hey.” You called. The boy turned, “Yeah?” he asked. You smiled, swinging your arms behind your back, “Maybe I…don’t want to be alone tonight.” You said. The boy grinned, rolling his eyes, “Common.” He said, reaching his hand to you. You grinned, jogging over to the boy, and grabbing his hand as he took you to his room. Giving each other some privacy to change, Bakugou lent you some shorts that were way too long on you and a shirt that dwarfed your form. Bakugou lifted the blanket, “You’re against the wall this time.” He demanded. You grinned, getting into the bed, “I thought you liked the wall?” you asked. The boy rolled his eyes as he got into the bed with you, “I couldn’t give two shit’s anymore, plus if you decided to just leave randomly again, you’d have to get around me first. So, I’d definitely wake up before your stupid disappearing act.” He said. You rolled your eyes, laying in the bed, “You’re never going to let me live that down, are you?” you asked. The boy shook his head as he laid down beside you, bringing you closer to him, “Nah.” He said. You grinned, hugging him back, nuzzling your face against him, “Goodnight, Baku-Babes.” You whispered. The boy nuzzled your hair as he sighed, “Night, Butterfly.”