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Mimic Chapter 36

Work Studies are around the corner and by teaming up with the Number One you could only begin to think about what will happen.

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Izuku Midoriya x Reader

Warnings: Fluff and cute shit at the beginning, injuries/violence, battles

Christmas break had arrived in U.A. and while the students celebrated the holiday the teachers were together in a conference room.

“So, what’s going on here?” Midnight asks looking through the packet of papers given to each teacher.

“Are we restarting the work studies, just like that?” Cementoss questions and their principal all nestled into Aizawa’s scarf responds,

“The agreements we had with all those agencies were made to see how things went. But this time, the public safety commission itself has requested that every hero source student participates in what they’re calling practical field testing.”

“A request?! Are they demanding that our kids head into the field?!” Vlad King says confused but appalled to have all students even first years be involved again was absurd.

“Sounds as if they’re worried about lack of personnel, even though our society’s already saturated with heroes.” Midnight says.

“With the goal of training the students to counteract the villain organizations that have sprouted and grown as of late… Something definitely happened because of Deika City.” Ectoplasm points out.

“It’s a fair bet the League’s involved. Why don’t these folks just come out and say it?” Snipe says.

“I suspect the commission has snigged out some great danger that lies ahead. This document is ambiguous by design, to keep anyone from knowing the truth, so just as Kayama says this work-study request sounds like a message.” Nezu says

“Especially since they can’t just come out and say they’re mobilizing our kids for war. That’d be too jarring.” Aizawa says looking at his coworkers. He didn’t want to think of the possibility of his students fighting in a fight they weren’t prepared for, a fight that could kill them.

“This is unprecedented…” Cementoss murmurs.

“Whatever the case, preparing for danger is a hero’s job. We need to contact the most accomplished heroes out there,” Nezu says and concludes the meeting, “Consider that your winter break homework, and be sure to inform your students once we’re done here…”

Now alone in his office Nezu speaks to All Might and Tsukauchi, “They’ve been in the dormitories for four months now…and we’ve seen no suspicious behavior from anyone.”

“In other words, none of the students are spying for the League of Villains,” Tsukauchi says.

“The next time the League makes a move, assuming we find no connection, then…” Nezu starts.

“The kids in U.A.’s hero course…all have heroic hearts.” All Might defends his students. He knows none of them would ever do anything, they all wanted to be heroes.

“Yes, I know.” Nezu says, “Are you coming back to school today?” He directs his attention to the former Number One Hero.

All Might shakes his head, “We’re too busy, I’m afraid. Unless…Did something happen to Midoriya and Shimura?!”

Nezu laughs shaking his mouse head, “Oh dear. Have you forgotten what day in December it is?”

The Christmas party was in full swing the whole class dressed up minus Bakugo but Mina and Kaminari were trying to get at least a Santa hat on his head. You sat beside Midoriya with Iida on your side completely decked in Santa gear even the beard. You rested your head on his shoulder and he switches hands holding his glass to grab yours rubbing his thumb in a calming motion. The talk of work studies had been brought up and it had been a thought on your mind.

“What are your plans Midoriya? Are you going back to Nighteye’s Agency?” Iida asks looking over at the boy.

“Didn’t Centipeder take over the operation?! You haven’t seen him in a while, right?!” Kirishima says and Midoriya shakes his head.

“I was thinking the same thing, but they been too busy with the new change and Gran Torino can’t take me either, so I’m kind of in limbo,” Midoriya says and Kirishima frowns.

“That sucks! Hey L/n! What about you gonna go back to Fat Gum?” Kirishima says and you sit up slightly looking over at the redhead.

“I’m not too sure while I love Fat Gum I’ve had other offers that had me contemplating.” You say. You did have plenty of offers from heroes when the sports festival happened but you had received a letter in regards to the work-study but it was from someone you hadn’t expected.

‘You have potential with your quirk. Consider coming to my agency. -Endeavor’ Well it wasn’t really a full letter but it was handwritten, signed, and everything! You didn’t tell your classmates or anything that you received a personal letter from the Number One Hero but you did need an opinion from someone who would remain biased on the opinion.

“You’re a dumbass,” Shinso says laying halfway off your bed and looking at you upside down as you lie on the floor the letter resting on your chest.

“I am not! This is a big thing…it’s Mr. Number One after all.” You huff and throw the paper to the side covering your face with your hands groaning. “I just…is this the right decision?” You peek through your fingers seeing Shinso scrolling through his phone before looking over at you.

“Like I said a dumbass,” You go to open your mouth but he continues talking, “You have the Number One Hero asking you personally may I remind you to study at his agency.”

“But Fat Gum and my classmates-” “Forgot about them all for a second. This is about your future right?” He says and you reluctantly nod, “Then you should go to the place that is going to help your future the most, not that there’s anything wrong with where you’re at but are you gonna ignore this opportunity in front of you.” He finishes and it’s quiet and the dumb look on his face when he knows he’s right irks you.

“I hate how you’re right.” “It’s one of my many skills.”

You look over at the letter seeing the application that was attached hesitating before grabbing a pen and filling it out. “Hurry up, Aizawa Sensei wants us for training.” Shinso kicks your leg and you kick it back filling it out.

“HEY! THIS IS S’POSED TO BE A HOLY NIGHT!! WHY’RE TALKING ABOUT ALL THIS SCHOOL STUFF?!” Mineta yells pulling you from your thoughts as he slams his hands against the table.

“C’mon guys Mineta has a point. Especially since it’s time to feast!” Sato says revealing a delicious roast bird. The sound of the door opens as you all were about to feast in,

“We’re a little late…I hope they didn’t start already.”

“Tricky…Treat..?” Eri dressed in the most adorable Santa dress mumbles looking back at Aizawa for guidance who shakes his head, “Not quite...Wrong holiday.”

“IT’S ERI CLAUS!”

Aizawa and Eri quickly joined in the festivities as music was played by Jiro and food were quickly devoured all delicious and filling. You take a sip of your drink a smile resting on your face as Midoriya rambles to Eri who eats up every word. You take in the glint in his eyes and the wide grin as he waves his hands about talking to the young girl. From food to music to the gift swap from your classmates it was a perfect night together.

The night soon started to wrap the night getting to all of you and cleaning up beginning. You look down at the small girl cuddled up to your side her eyes fluttering shut as she tries to stay awake but her falling asleep had made you grow tired as well. Running your fingers through her hair pushing the strands away from her face as she drifted to sleep. Aizawa had come over seeing the child asleep in your lap kneeling down to bring her into his arms. She shuffles a bit in his grasp her eyes slowly opening and waving at you as Aizawa carries her out of the dorms back to the comforts of her bed. You smile before a yawn takes over your body stretching your arms it hits something and you look up to see Midoriya standing above you.

“Hey…” You mumble sleepily and he smiles holding his hand out and you take it as he pulls you to your feet.

“Come on looks like you need sleep too.” He says and you roll your eyes slightly pushing him away but he wraps his hand around your waist holding you close as the two of you head towards your room. Opening your door you throw yourself onto your bed sleep quickly pulling you but Midoriya manhandles you around so you're sitting up even though you groan in protest.

“Nope, you gotta change you don’t wanna sleep in that.” He says holding out a t-shirt and shorts and you groan more looking up at the ceiling. His hands move to pluck the hat off your head before his fingers move to the buttons on your dress you give him a look and he rolls his eyes.

“Such a dirty mind.” He mumbles and you gasp offended and he laughs before pulling the dress over your head and throwing the shirt on after. His touch was gentle and smooth, as his fingers traced over your skin. Some scars from injuries cover you but he doesn’t seem to mind as he helps you change. It wasn’t the first time he’s seen you like this anyway. He finishes looking up at you not realizing you’ve been staring at him his face grows a twinge warm. You smile pushing the hair away from his face leaning down and pressing a kiss to his forehead. He closes his eyes relishing in the feeling and you pull away holding his face in your hands, he opens his eyes grinning at you before thrusting forward and connecting your lips. You squeal as he pushes you back onto the bed as your guys' night is not over yet.

In light of the dormitory system, it was tricky for your classmates to go home, but they were accompanied by Pro Hero escorts and allowed to visit their families for the New Year. You however stayed at the dorms despite Midoriya’s begging for you to come with him. “Y/n please..my mom would love having you over she’s already dying to know more about you,” Midoriya says as the two of you lay in your bed, it was the night before he would return to his home.

“I’ll be alright, spend time with your mother Izuku. Even I did promise Eri I would spend her first New Year with her and I think Aizawa would appreciate having someone watching her as well.” You say and he pouts but nods and you press a peck to his lips.

“Such a baby.” You tease and he gives you a look quickly pulling you under him and a very heated session makeout ensued with Midoriya. You actually had a lot of fun with Eri listening to music, watching the other New Year’s events on TV, and counting down when the ball drops. The two of you crashed on the couches in Aizawa’s residence and he threw blankets over the two of you before joining you on the couch doing some school work before even he fell asleep with you.

The next day you had your bag packed and Aizawa and Eri brought you to the station and you were off to your work-study.

“Welcome. I’m Endeavor.” The flame hero announces to the three males a grin on his face before it quickly drops, “Is that the warm reception you were hoping for? I ain’t thrilled about taking you two on. This is only cuz Shoto asked! I was hoping it’d just be me and him!” He says and Todoroki rolls his eyes.

“You already accepted them, so stop complaining.” “Sh-Shoto!!”

“Ever since our training course, I’ve been thinking…” Bakugo says eyeing the hero, “You’re a jerk.”

“Are you really friends with this kid, Shoto?!” Endeavor scolds his son who looks annoyed being here.

“Whatever. I’ll put up with anything if it means seeing how the top dude operates.” Bakugo shrugs and Endeavor yells at his son, “I toldja to choose your friends wisely!!”

“Thank you for accepting us,” Midoriya says and Endeavor turns to look at the boy, the two had a unique experience during the Sports Festival and he had a feeling this boy had some connection to his rival, the man who always succeeded over him. All Might.

“We’re still waiting for one more.” Endeavor says and the boys even Todoroki look confused, who else would be joining them on their work-study? Maybe it is a sidekick to Endeavor or a fellow Pro-Hero.

“Sorry, I’m late gosh the holiday crowds are no joke.” A familiar voice calls out behind them and the three boys look back seeing a girl dressed in a U.A. uniform but a hat and scarf cover most of her features. As she gets closer her eyes widen seeing the three boys but her eyes were focused on one.

“Izuku?!” She calls out and the boy’s face grows red having some girl call him by his first name. The girl pulls down her scarf taking off her hat revealing snow-white hair and a recognizable face.

“Y/n!?” Midoriya says and the two of you look at each other shocked. The conversation of work-study hadn’t come up between the two of you about where you each were going. So for Midoriya, he thought you returned to Fat Gum’s Agency and you thought Midoriya founded some Agency that was friends with All Might. A flash of movement in front of you and Endeavor hops over the railing and charges forward flames taking over his clothes and burning them off revealing his hero costume.

“Sorry, but I don’t give a crap about anyone but Shoto. YOU WANNA LEARN? STAND BACK AND WATCH!” He yells looking back and seeing the four of you quickly following after him.

“TELL US WHAT WE CAN DO!” Midoriya yells.

“I told you to stand back!! And watch!” He yells and like a bullet of flames disappears ahead of you all.

“He told us to stand back and watch, but…” Todoroki says using his ice to glide along the ground.

“To watch we have to keep up!” Midoriya yells. He was off and running before you even heard the sonic boom. That takes more than just speed. Using All For One in a similar way as Midoriya uses One For All Full Cowling to boost yourself forward.

“When were you going to tell me you were going to Endeavor’s Agency!” Midoriya yells out to you as you all turn the same street after Endeavor seeing the glass from the buildings and cars missing.

“Uh now isn’t really the time! Same with you it’s not like you told me!” You yell back, “Quickly this way!” You yell pointing down a different path than where Endeavor had turned down. Both Midoriya and Bakugo turn down one way heading down while you and Todoroki take the other way to make sure no one tries escaping. From your side of the alley, you see Endeavor shot out with the villain right as three more were going to ambush him, Todoroki quickly sends out a sheet of ice freezing two of them to the ground, and right before Midoriya and Bakugo could attack them feathers swoop in attaching to the thugs and you see Hawks looking at the two boys who recover from their failed attacks.

“Oh! Trainees! My bad. Looks like I was a little faster.” He says as the three thugs land at you and Todoroki’s feet, “Seemed like you were in trouble, Endeavor.” Hawks grins landing beside the two of you.

“Me? Not a chance.” Endeavor glares at the winged hero as he restraints the main villain.

“But it seemed that way, didn’t it, Shoto?” Hawks says looking at the boy who just looks a bit stunned to see him.

“You’re supposed to contact me when you’re in town.” Endeavor says and Hawks shrugs,

“I’m not…I mean, I was just passing by.”

You all moved from the alleyway to an open area where the police cuffed the main villain whose name was Starservant who was yelling nonsense as he was put away.

“Hello. My name is Midoriya!” Midoriya introduces himself and you could see the slight awe in his eye beginning in the presence of the Number Two Hero.

“You’re the kid who smashes up his own fingers, right?” Hawks says and Midoriya sheepishly nods, “Tokoyami filled me in. Man, I wished I could’ve worked with that kid again.”

“But isn’t Tokoyami back at your Agency…?” Midoriya asks and Hawks sighs rubbing the back of his neck.

“Yeah, down in my hometown with my sidekicks. But I’ve got too much going on to be there. I feel kinda bad…about it.” He trails off seeing Bakugo glaring at him.

“Back there-I was faster!” Hawks smirks, “Huh! You think so?” His gaze moves from the blonde landing on you, “Good seeing you again Shimura. Things treating you well?” He says and your gaze shifts slightly seeing Todoroki’s eyes widen by a fraction and you look back at Hawks. Crap.

“Yeah…thank you again Hawks.” You say and you can see the slight pity within his eyes before they move to Endeavor.

“Well, Hawks…what do you want?!” Endeavor says.

“Want? Oh, nothing, really. But have you read this book, Endeavor?” Hawks says before pulling a book from his pocket and you feel a chill run down your spine reading the title.

‘Meta Liberation War.’

“THE METAHUMAN LIBERATION ARMY IS REBORN!!”

“We are the Paranormal Liberation Front.”

There was no way these two weren’t connected…did that mean Hawks was a part of them. Was he a traitor?

“Imagine it, Endeavor..” Hawks’ voice brings you out of your thoughts, “A world where we’ve got time to kill!” His face was stern as he holds the book out to him, “Read it. Please.”

“That’s recommended reading from the Number Two Hero! Maybe I should check it out. Perhaps it holds the secret to his trademark speed…” Midoriya mumbles and Hawks stiffens before turning to face you all holding books in his hands,

“Here, I’ve got copies for everyone!” “He’s so prepared! Where’d those come from?!”

“That’s right, it’s the era of the Number two!” Hawks says giving the four of you each a book, “When it comes to speed, it’s all about reading which way the wind's blowing! I’m recommending it to all my friends and heroes across the country. Because if nothing else, that liberation ideology will be pretty darn fundamental going forward.” Hawks says stepping back and unfurling his wings before he looks at Endeavor.

“At least give the highlighted sections a glance. That’s my second recommendation in so many words. All five of you..good luck with the work-study.” Hey says before flying off the five of you looking after him.

“He’s only 22, but he comes off as much wiser…” Midoriya says.

“Just six years older than us…” Todoroki mumbles.

Bakugo scoffs looking away from where Hawks stood, “Ticks me off.”

Your fingers trace the title of the book a horrible feeling in your gut. What did Hawks have to do with the Liberation Army? Was he involved with the League…Ten-Shigaraki?

“L/n..?” Todoroki calls out and you look up from the book.

“Yeah, Todoroki?” You say a small smile on your face.

“Why did Hawks call you Shimura?” He asks and you’re silent you can feel both Bakugo’s and Midoriya’s eyes on you as your mind runs with a thousand things to say. Fuck what do you say?

“Uh…Shimura…well it’s my second last name. It’s hyphenated but I don’t go by that name anymore.” You stutter out your answer. Please believe it. Please believe it. You yell out internally waiting for his response. Todoroki seems to take it in before nodding. You give a forced smile and Endeavor calls you all to follow, as soon as Todoroki is not looking you let out the biggest sigh of relief.

“WELCOME TO ENDEAVOR’S AGENCY! WE’RE THE FLAMING SIDEKICKERS!” The sidekicks of Endeavor call out.

“This is the first work-study for Bakugo and Shoto, right?” One of Endeavor’s main sidekicks Burnin says, “You four will get right down to business doing what we do around here! But as you can see, with over 30 sidekicks, we ain’t exactly short-staffed! What I’m saying is, you won’t get a chance to shine!” She says with a huge smoke on her face looking specifically at Bakugo who smirks back but you could see the bloodlust in his eyes.

“Fun. So we gotta try to beat the Pros at their own game?” “Bingo!”

“That goes for you too, Shoto! Don’t assume anything just cuz you’re the boss’s kid!” One of the sidekicks calls out, “You kids’ve gotta sink your teeth into this job!”

“This place is so busy!” Midoriya says in awe looking around at the heroes all rushing around off to patrol, calling people in, or doing paperwork.

“Most of the time, we’re either on patrol or on standby! But we also handle over 100 requests every day. From emergencies to escort missions to special events!” Kido explains.

“Great. Let’s get to freaking work then.” Bakugo says cracking his knuckles, “I’ve been pretty ticked off ever since that spoonbill stole my glory.” Did he mean Hawks?

“You’ve got moxie, guy. But we gotta wait for Endeavor’s orders!” Kido says pointing toward the large door.

“He’s sitting on his ass? What happened to those 100 requests!” Bakugo shouts.

“Kacchan, please just calm down!” Midoriya tries reasoning with him.

“HAHA! You’d better cool that head of yours, kid!” Burnin laughs. Your gaze pulls away from the group as they yell about wanting to work staring at the door. He had the book from the Liberation Army about what did Hawks have to do with them? If the Number Two Hero was part of them who knew who else could be there what other heroes were amongst that crowd cheering along to Shigaraki’s words?

“Shoto. Deku. Shimura. Bakugo.” The door opens and Endeavor strides out a dark look covering his feature, he knows something… “You four with me.”

You four were brought to a locker room with the male sidekicks leading the boys to one side and Burnin to another.

“Thank you, Burnin.” You nod and she grins.

“Us female heroes we look out for each other. But I can tell you’re already different from other UA students I’ve seen.” She says and you don’t get to respond as she leaves you to yourself. Moving to your case you open it and pause seeing a new outfit resting inside and you begin to dress. Your boots were similar no laces but straps going around with a zipper on the side keeping everything secure, there was a leather bodysuit keeping your pants and shirt attached a paneling design towards the top. The final pieces were the coat and gloves you were given. Slipping on the fingerless gloves before pulling the coat on. The coat was thin on your skin but felt durable enough to protect you and also keep you safe in the winter condition and summer, maybe a temperature regulator in the fabric. The design of it has panels all around it with it holding together by straps right below your chest and one across your neck. Its angular design with it begin all black created a sharp shape but was still flattering. Looking in the mirror you pause seeing yourself in the eerieness of the outfit from the moment in the bathroom. It was the exact same one you saw then just with the dust and blood covering it. Was this the moment, the fight you were to experience?

Looking back at the case you see a letter resting on the ground. You bend down to grab the card reading the writing.

‘Young Shimura…please accept this upgrade of your uniform. I am always still here. -Toshinori’

“Gift…as if that forgives all that he’s done to you?” His sickening voice fills the room and you see him standing in the reflection.

“As if the things you do were better, you worse than him.” You spit out crumbling out the letter and tossing it aside turning to leave.

“The actions I committed allowed you to become so powerful. You should be thanking me.” All For One says and you spin around staring into the reflection.

“Thanking you? You kidnapped me as a child, tortured me, forced your quirk on me, and made me commit so many crimes that no child should ever have to deal with and you want me to thank you.” You say and you can see in the reflection he grins.

“You should be grateful, you are more powerful than half of those heroes in the world, you could level buildings with a flick of your finger. You were my greatest achievement and soon Tomura will join you.” He grins and you feel a shiver run down your spine.

“What did you do to him?” You say you knew you shouldn’t be concerned about him. He made his decision he wants to purge the world and start it in whatever twisted vision is his.

The mirror warps slightly and you cringe feeling All For One’s cold hand resting on your shoulder as he stands within the reflection and beside you. “Here is just a glimpse of what Tomura is dealing with.”

Pain, unlike anything you’ve experienced rushing through you as Shigaraki’s screams fill your ears and you lose your hearing everything muffled. It was as if someone fired a gun right beside your head. Your veins and nerves explode before healing in an instant the feeling your body was flipped inside out before reverting back to its original state. You seize slamming into one of the lockers with a loud bang crashing to the ground. Gasping for air as your skin thrums with indescribable pain trying to stop this ongoing misery before it disappears and the phantom feeling causes you to shake.

“Tomura is fighting to accept it, but just like you did he will join you. And then….you two will be unstoppable.” All For One says his hand pets your hair and you flinch at the touch still shaking uncontrollably. The weight on your head disappears as you quiver in the empty locker room trying to regain your strength.

Shigaraki was gaining All For One.

#mimic series #mha x reader #izuku midoriya x reader #izuku x reader #midoriya x reader #bakugo katuski #bnha eijiro kirishima #shoto todoroki #shota aizawa #tomura shigaraki #mha spoilers #mha

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Hii, idk if you take emergency requests, so I apologize in advance if you dont, but i was wondereing if you could please write a hurt/angst/confort oneshot in which Present mic or midnight (or both) walks into their niece room (Aizawa's daughter) and find her attempting suicide. And they they have to tell Aizawa about it?

Thanksss, love ya ✨️

A/N: There’s been a lot of Aizawa lately, but I don’t mind. I consider requests like this to be a priority, so I wrote it as soon as I could. I’m sorry if this is kinda OOC, I haven’t watched the anime in ages, but I tried to do it as well as I could. I still have two more Aizawa requests that are just WIPs at this point, but those are probably gonna take a while, because I wanna write other stuff too. I picked Midnight for this, since I don’t really ever write about her. If you want more of these kinds of things, check out the masterlist in the pinned post

You were sitting on your bed, a pile of pills in your hand, when there was a knock on your bedroom door. You scrambled to hide the pills under your pillow, but a few of them fell on the floor next to the bed.

“Hey sweetie, how are you doing?”

“I’m fine, Auntie Kayama. What are you doing here?” you said as nonchalantly as you could.

“Your dad sent me to check in on you, since he’s gonna be late again tonight” Kayama said.

“No offense but why does he suddenly think I need a babysitter?”

“He’s worried about you… we all are” Kayama said, as she sat down on the chair that was by your school desk.

“You really don’t need to be, I’m fine” you said, looking down at your feet, now noticing the fallen pills.

Kayama followed your gaze down to the floor, now also taking note of the few tablets that were laying on the floor.

“What’s this?” she asked, leaning down and picking up one of the pills.

“Oh, I must have dropped it while taking my meds earlier” you shrugged, evading direct eye contact with her.

“Honey, I know a lie when I hear one” Kayama looked at you compassionately.

You sighed in defeat and lifted the pillow to reveal the pile of pills. You weren’t even sure why you did that, maybe you just wanted her to talk you out of it.

Kayama had heard about what was going on with you from Aizawa. You’d been hurting yourself and acting in a self-destructive manner otherwise too, so your father had been worried about you. They’d agreed that you might have an easier time talking to Kayama, since you’d been so distant with your father lately. She never would have thought her timing would be this on point though.

“Oh sweetie” Kayama said, and moved to sit next to you on the edge of the bed. “Come here” she continued as she opened her arms to hug you.

You leaned against her and let her wrap her arms around you.

“Do you want to talk about it?” she asked as she rubbed your upper arm.

“Honestly, I don’t really know. I just don’t want to bother anyone, I’m enough of a burden already”

“You’re not a burden honey, and you’re not bothering your dad, or me, by talking to us. You can call me anytime if you need someone to talk to, I’d much rather you call me at three in the morning than you hurt yourself” she smiled sympathetically.

Kayama talked with you for a while, and you cleaned the pills off the bed before turning in for the night. She sat in the kitchen with a cup of tea until Aizawa came back. She’d barely drunk any of it, she just sat there, thinking, with the warm cup in her hands. She’d known you since you were just a baby, and you were like family to her. How did it end up like this? She knew Aizawa was a wonderful father, even if a very busy one. Kayama snapped out of her thoughts when she heard the front door open and close.

“Hi” she greeted Aizawa quietly as he walked into the kitchen.

“So, how did it go?” Aizawa whispered as he sat down on one of the kitchen chairs, opposite of Kayama.

“We talked, they definitely need some help, and I don’t know if we’re enough. They were considering trying to kill themself and I’m pretty sure they would have attempted it if I didn’t happen to come by, but I think it’s safe for now. At least I really hope so”

“I knew they were having a really hard time lately, but I was hoping it hadn’t gone this far” Aizawa sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

It’s not like he was angry with you, he was just extremely worried about you. No parent wants their child to be in pain. It was his job you keep you safe, but how could he when the danger was your own brain? He would just have to be patient, walk alongside you wherever you were going to go, and help you pick up the pieces when you were ready. There was nothing he wanted more than for you to be happy and healthy.

“What am I going to do Kayama? How do I talk to them about this?” Aizawa asked.

“I think it’s best to just be honest. Tell them you’re worried and that you love them. They were worried about being a burden, especially to you”

“I wish they didn’t think that, they’re not a burden, they’re my kid” Aizawa sighed.

This was his first time raising a kid, at least one of his own. He had seen all kinds of teenagers pass through his class, so knew it wasn’t going to be a walk in the park. There was not a single parent on the planet that knew everything their kid was up to, but he just wished he had intervened earlier, maybe he could have stopped things from snowballing to this extent.

“It’s going to be okay, Aizawa. I know things are not going to change overnight, but with a dad like you, I’m sure they’re going to make it through this” Kayama said.

“Thank you, Kayama” Aizawa smiled tiredly.

“I need to head home now, just keep an eye on them and talk to them, but most importantly, listen” she emphasized the last word.

“Good night, get home safe” Aizawa said, hugging his friend goodbye.

“Take care” she waved as she walked out into the night.

Kayama was like family to Aizawa and to you as well, and he was just glad you’d been able to open up to her. He just hoped it would give you the motivation to start talking to him as well. It’s not that you didn’t talk, maybe he just didn’t know how to ask the right questions, but he certainly wanted to learn. For you, he was willing to do anything, for you, his only child he would go to hell and back, especially so you wouldn’t have to.

#bnha #mha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #aizawa shouta #nemuri kayama #eraserhead #midnight #bnha scenarios #mha scenarios #mha angst #bnha angst #comfort #mha x reader #bnha x reader #bnha fanfiction #mha fanfiction #suicidal tw

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We Got This, Together

We got this, together by M4rs22

That night Hizashi knew that something was wrong with Shouta. He knew it from the way he hugged Toshi a bit longer and tighter than usual. Saw it in his eyes when he patted Eri's head. Felt it in his kiss that felt just a bit too final for his liking. When he left for patrol he looked back that night, Shouta made a big fuss of not looking back before leaving for patrol, not telling them he loves them, not hugging them good-bye because he'll do that when he's back alive, it makes him have to come back alive. That night he did all those things, he hugged his children and kissed his husband, told them he loves them and left glancing back over his right shoulder. Hizashi knew something was wrong but he didn't stop him. He put Eri to bed and sent Hitoshi to his room and then he sat, waiting for pro hero Eraserhead in their living room.

Aka me dumping my issues onto Aizawa because why not.

Words: 2925, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M, Other

Additional Tags: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Poor Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead Adopts Shinsou Hitoshi, Married Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Protective Kayama Nemuri | Midnight, Protective Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead Needs a Hug, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead is So Done, U.A. Classmates Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead & Iida Tensei | Ingenium & Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Depression, Panic Attacks, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Suicide Attempt, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Kayama Nemuri | Midnight is a Good Friend, Parental Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead | Dadzawa, Parental Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Trauma, Hopeful Ending, All might doesn't Lose One for All

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46339759

#AO3 Feed #FanFiction #AO3 Shinkami #♦#Erasermic·#Shinkami #Eri #R:M #W:S #A:M4rs #Dadzawa #Dad Mic #Mental Illness

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theautisticcentre · 1 year

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ICE COLD AIZAWA

Summary: You, the adopted child of Aizawa, go through your first day at U.A.

Warnings: Mentions of abuse

Notes: Your quirk is the inverse of Dabi's (AKA; You can use ice, but have fire resistance); Might make this into a one-shot series of Y/N Todoroki being adopted by multiple pro heroes in different timelines. Like, in this one, you're Y/N Aizawa, but there would also be Y/N Yagi (All Might), Y/N Kayama (Midnight), etc.

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Disappointment. Weak. Failure.

Those were the words that were constantly spout out towards you by Enji Todoroki, your biological father. Those words scarred you emotionally, but you always had your mother and siblings there for you, helping you out. Until the day where you accidently set off a massive blizzard. The family believed you dead, gone the same way Touya was. But, unbeknownst to them all, you were saved. By your one true dad.

Shota Aizawa.

Those events ran through your mind, as you sat, 11 years later, in your spot in Class 1-A of U.A High. Frostbite scars were all over your body your body, but before you arrived (an hour before any of your classmates, of course), you made sure to put makeup on to conceal the scars, as you were, as much as you didn't want to admit it, insecure of them. A few of your classmates stared at you, as your head hung low and your eyes were shut. "Uh...ya think (Y/P)'s asleep?", asked the one with yellow hair, save for the black lightning streak.

"Oh my goodness, (Y/P) fell asleep in (Y/P) first class! Hah, they must really not like it here," said the pink one. She looked at the yellow haired one, and their faces immediately radiated mischief. As soon as their eyes made contact, the pink one reached into her bag and pulled out two drawing pens, giving one to the yellow haired one, before they both tiptoed towards you. Their giggles couldn't help but spill out, despite their best efforts to keep quiet, as they inched closer and closer towards you. Before long, they took off the lids of their pens, and aimed them at your face. "Oh, we're so teaching (Y/P) a lesson for falling asleep in-"

"I'm awake."

Immediately, the two worriedly shot back to their seats, clumsily rushing the pens back into the bag. "And I don't appreciate your goofing around. Shows how seriously you take being a hero. If you just came here to have fun and play games, then you should leave now," you said as you looked at the two, annoyance clear as crystal on your face. Soon, however, your gaze turned to your bio twin, Shoto, and you noticed him looking at you blankly, almost as if he didn't remember you much. You couldn't blame him, as Enji cruelly kept him away from the rest of you as much as he could, but it still stung.

Later that day:

School had ended, and the class was occupied packing their things to leave. Shoto still hadn't fully recognised you, and most of the classmate were annoying to you, although you did find the girl called Momo Yaoyorozu to be at least tolerable. You got your things packed not long after Shoto did, and left the building to see your father waiting for you. As you both began to talk and leave school premises, you noticed your sister, Fuyumi, waiting for Shoto, and her attention also met you.

However, unlike Shoto, she only took a few seconds to recognise your face.

"...Y/N?"

Shoto immediately turned to you, as it then suddenly clicked for him. "...Hey Fuyu," you hesitantly replied, causing Fuyumi to smile, cry, then run up to and hug you. "Y/N...you're alive! I-I didn't- We thought you were-", Fuyumi cried out, before you hugged her back to comfort her. Shoto asked, "It's you...Now it all makes sense! But...what happened?" You looked at Shoto, then back to Fuyumi, and said, "...Alright. You deserve to know."

"There was ice, snow, and general cold everywhere. It was all burning on my skin. And while you though it killed me...Just before it could, the pro hero Eraserhead saved me. After that, he got me to a hospital, and...I couldn't go back. Not after what Enji did to all of us. So I begged Aizawa, or dad, as I should say, to not take me back. And then, he...He took me in as his own child. He made me whole again, after Enji nearly broke me."

The explanation floored Fuyumi and Shoto. After a few silent seconds of shock, Shoto asked, "OK, but how did the hospital manage to heal your frostbite scars? You said they were burning on your skin." With that, your face turned to one of sadness, as you slowly pulled out an arm, grabbed a cloth, and rubbed a part of that arm with it.

"They didn't."

Fuyumi and Shoto were stunned and appalled to see your once clear skin now showing a dark cyan blue marking. "I use makeup to conceal them. There's one on my neck, lots on my body, and a few on my legs, as well...Hey, you should get going. Enji'll probably be wondering where you are." Fuyumi and Shoto turned to each other, glumly nodded, and walked away, but not before Fuyumi stated, "We'll talk about this later."

You knew you all had a lot to talk about.

THE END.

#mha aizawa #mha #mha fanfiction #boku no hero academia #boku no hero acedamia #my hero acedamia #shota aizawa #bnha aizawa

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ao3feed-dadzawa · 2 years

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Tell Me Love Me (May This Be Your Last Breath)

Tell Me Love Me (May This Be Your Last Breath) by Bnha au gay

Thirty-five minutes ago, the EMT announced his husband's death.

Thirty minutes ago, he got up from the floor and drove back to his home.

Ten minutes ago, he made his way to his room where promptly threw up at the knowledge of his empty bed.

Five minutes ago, he sat down on the couch in different clothes and began to stare at the wall.

That was five minutes ago, right?

Hizashi looked at the clock on the wall.

5:41 am

Oh.

It had not been five minutes.

Words: 2300, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Major Character Death

Categories: M/M

Characters: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Shinsou Hitoshi, Kayama Nemuri | Midnight, Eri

Additional Tags: Parental Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Parental Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Eri and Shinsou Hitoshi are Siblings, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead and Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic are Eri and Shinsou Hitoshi's Parents, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead is Shinsou Hitoshi's Parent, By Blood, Adopted Eri, Major Character Injury, Character Death, Hurt/Comfort, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic is a Mess, Depressed Shinsou Hitoshi, Dead Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Shinsou Hitoshi Needs a Hug, Shinsou Hitoshi is Bad at Feelings, Hurt Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Kayama Nemuri | Midnight is a Good Friend, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, References to Depression, Past Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Past Abuse

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/39445554

#AO3 Feed #FanFiction #AO3 Dadzawa #♥#Erasermic #Hitoshi Shinsou #R:G #W:D #A:Bnha #Dadzawa #Dad Mic #Mental Illness #Abuse #Hurt Comfort

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meliaaizawa · 1 year

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ANNIVERSARY

Shota and Mei celebrate their first anniversary together.

“Ugh, soooo romantic,” Mei said to Kayama as the credits rolled on the final episode of the K-drama they had been watching together. “I wish I could be in love like that! And the ending being in fall!! It’s the perfect season for being in love!” Kayama replied looking outside her apartment window, seeing the sun set behind the colorful trees in the park just across the street. “Right?? Like, literally imagine sitting on a bench in the park, admiring the fall colors, and then suddenly you recognize the handsome guy coming towards you in the turtleneck and jacket as the love of your life. Oh! And then he’s carrying a picnic basket to have a picnic with you in the beautiful fall afternoon??” Mei said, coming up with the scenario as she went on. “Shota could never,” she then said with a small laugh.

“You don’t think Aizawa would do something like that for you?” Kayama asked, leaning forward on her pillow as she faced Mei on the couch, as if gingerly waiting for Mei to continue her story. “Don’t get me wrong, I love my Sho to death, and he can be extremely thoughtful… it’s just in his own way. For example, once we were out with Hizashi, and he decided to buy us some coffee. Anyways, when Hizashi was paying, I told him I really liked his new wallet. Come to find out, Sho asked him later where he got it and he went out and bought me the same wallet,” Mei recalled.

She slipped off the couch and grabbed her purse sitting beside the coffee table and pulled out a yellow wallet. “Literally, this is a man’s wallet… But Shota didn’t know any better and bought it for me anyway, even though there was no holiday or occasion. Though I sometimes wonder what a K-drama romance moment may be like, I never expect it from Sho, but I love him nonetheless,” Mei said, fondly thinking of her husband. “Forget a K-drama romance!! I want what you and Aizawa have! You two are literally #goals!” Kayama said as she pulled out her phone nonchalantly and began texting Hizashi… She had an idea.

*A couple weeks later*

Mei woke up to a chill, realizing she wasn’t sleeping as warmly as normal. As her sleepy fog began to clear, she realized her husband, a primary source of warmth, was missing from his side of the bed. She tucked herself under the covers further, trying to warm herself until Shota returned from the bathroom, or wherever he might’ve gone. She nearly dozed off again when her inner clock woke her up again. Shota was still missing, now causing Mei to wonder where on earth he had gone.

Today was their one-year anniversary, so they agreed to not take any hero patrols for the day and to spend the entirety of it solely with each other. Even with it being a special day, it was very unlike Shota to be up and about before Mei. *Maybe he decided to fix me a special breakfast or something… how romantic of him* Mei thought to herself, getting out of bed and pulling on her robe. If Shota was cooking in the kitchen, she wanted to catch a glimpse of it. She snuck out of their bedroom and down the hall to the empty kitchen… and empty living room… Shota was nowhere to be found.

Still puzzled, Mei headed back to their bedroom, picked up her phone on her nightstand, and read a message from Shota. “An important mission came up, I’ll be back soon,” it said. Mei frowned after she read it and sat down on the edge of the bed. *He forgot about our anniversary?* she wondered to herself. She felt a lump in her throat and tears began to well up in her eyes. Shota had never really cared about the theatrics of birthdays and other celebrations, but Mei thought their anniversary would be different. She didn’t want anything huge- a day spent with her husband was enough celebration for her… but she didn’t even have that now, as he was out doing hero work.

As if able to tell how upset she was, Kohi jumped up on the bed into Mei’s lap and rubbed himself against her. “Hey, buddy… at least I have you,” she said sadly to her cat as she pet him. She heard her phone vibrate and quickly picked it up, hoping to see another message from Shota… but it was from Kayama. “Happy 1 year to you and that old grouch. Hope you two aren’t having too much fun today, if you know what I mean 😉” her text read. *How about no fun at all?* Mei thought to herself before typing “Sho forgot it’s our anniversary :/” and hitting send.

“Forreal?! Well, you shouldn’t be alone today, so let’s have a girl’s day out at the park!! Dress up cutely and meet me at the park in an hour!!” Kayama texted back. Even though she really didn’t feel like it at the moment, Mei decided to comply. Maybe going out with Kayama would distract her from the growing pit she could feel in her stomach. Knowing how nicely her friend always dressed, Mei decided to dress up cutely as suggested. After showering, she put on a cozy sweater and long skirt, paired with one of her favorite pairs of boots and a matching scarf. It was a cute and cozy outfit, as she wanted to make sure she would stay warm on the cool fall day.

It was a sunny and clear day with blue skies, so Mei decided to just walk to Kayama’s neighborhood, knowing exactly which park she meant to meet at. While she walked, she occasionally checked her phone, hoping to see a message from Shota, but to no avail. She made it to the park, and decided to head towards the center of it, where a fountain and benches were. “Hey, I’m here! Just chilling near the fountain,” she texted Kayama. Knowing that her friend was almost always late, Mei came prepared. She took a seat on a bench, pulled out her manga and began to read it while she waited.

There weren’t many people at the park, as it was a weekday, but as a force of habit, whenever she heard someone nearby, she would quickly glance at them to see if they were any kind of threat. Upon one glance, Mei noticed how beautiful the fall colors of the trees were, and how the multi-colored leaves danced around in the air as the wind blew them around. She stuck her bookmark in her manga and began to just watch her surroundings, admiring the beauty of the autumn season. Though completely silent, Mei noticed a figure appear from behind a patch of trees in her peripheral vision. She figured the man would walk towards the fountain, but instead she noticed him walk towards her direction, though she never fully turned to look at him.

*Mei… You’re not on a patrol, calm down. There’s no need to be on such high alert,* she told herself. To prove that the man walking in her direction wasn’t a threat, she decided to look up at him, straight in the eye. She looked over at him, and her eyes grew wide. Walking towards her was none other than her own husband with his normal disheveled hair and scruffy appearance… but… wearing a tan turtleneck sweater, with a nice black jacket over it. Mei immediately stood up and faced him as he continued to walk over to her, and she noticed a picnic basket in his hand.

“Who are you???” Mei asked incredulously with her mouth agape, though in the form of a very large smile. “Look, it was mostly Kayama and Yamada’s idea…” Shota replied, rubbing the back of his head shyly. “I could’ve told you that!” Mei replied with a chuckle, trying to cover up how nervous she was… for whatever reason. “You look nice… like, really nice,” Mei said, shyly, blushing under her smile. “Well, it is our anniversary, after all,” he said, trying to gather his words before continuing. “I know I’m not the most romantic partner by any means, but I wanted to thank you for making it through a whole year with me,” Shota said.

Mei chuckled and stepped closer to him, looking up. “You idiot, I didn’t marry you because you’re charmingly romantic… which, you arguably are in your own weird way… but I married you because I had no other choice,” Mei said sarcastically as Shota rolled his eyes, while smirking affectionately at her. “And now I still have no other choice but to stick with you until the very end,” she added, smiling up at him. He shook his head as he continued to smirk subtly at her. “Are you ready for some food?” Shota asked, looking down at the picnic basket in his hand.

“Always… That’s literally the main thing I was looking forward to today,” Mei replied, moving beside him and grabbing a hold of his free arm. *All this work for her serious, romantic K-drama moment… and she can’t help but make light of it… I love her for that…* Shota thought to himself as the pair walked down the brick pathway, looking around as they did so. Anytime they were in public together, he couldn’t help but be wary. “Thank you, Sho,” Mei said, leaning her head against his arm for a short moment as they walked together. “Happy anniversary,” he replied before shifting his arm out of her grasp so he could reach down and interlock his fingers with hers, sticking their woven-together hands into his jacket pocket to keep them warm and out of sight. “I know the perfect picnic spot… how does home sound?” Mei asked. “Sounds perfect,” Shota replied, leading the way.

#shota aizawa #aizawa shouta #bnha #fluff #meizawa #aizawa #aizawa x oc #cute

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aspenforest732 · 3 months

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Bello Licentiae Chapter 19: Strategic Intelligence Sass

Summary:

tw: torture, FQM, discrimination, quirk elitism, child abuse, gang mentions 'text' JSL Text thoughts

Since Akira had the day off due to Fat Gum's injuries, they practically buzzed with excitement to see how the presentations went. The format followed BLUF, or bottom-line up front, so their conclusions were on the first slide and the supporting evidence on the following ones. Koji presented first, correctly identifying Mina, Sero, Katsuki, and Midoriya as the agents of Team 1. He made ten dead drops, one meeting, and one brush pass. Team 1 went next, and they struggled due to Koji mostly using animals to pass information. They did correctly identify Kayama as the contact due to the first dead drop Akira found and intercepted two dead drops.

Aizawa raised an eyebrow at the cooperation but didn't say anything against it. Ida went next and identified Sato and Yaoyorozu as two agents of Team 2. He made fifteen dead drops and one meeting. Team 2, which also included Fumikage and Kirishima, had just identified Majima as the contact that morning and intercepted six dead drops. Ida's speed was a drawback in the exercise since while they didn't always see him make the dead drops, their placement wasn't well-concealed.

Jiro only identified Shoto as an agent, although now she suspected Kaminari and Hitoshi as well given who was left. She made five dead drops and three brush passes, forgoing the meeting to reduce the likelihood of her contact being identified. Team 3 also included Tsu, Uraraka, and Kaminari, who were not able to identify the teacher contact and intercepted one dead drop.

Shoji identified Hitoshi, although he had thought Kaminari was another agent. They had suspected Akira but didn't have anything to back it up. She made five dead drops, one meeting, and two brush passes. Team 4 had the longest presentation, and Akira started as the head of their group.

' Team Four partnered with each team in 1A and connected with teams from 1B through our liaison, Monoma, with the goal of mutual information exchange, ' Akira began as Aizawa sat a little straighter, eyebrows raised.

A look of understanding passed over Koji's face, turning to fond exasperation. Shoji nodded thoughtfully, growing intrigued as they continued. Jiro flicked her earjack back and forth as her confidence waned into frustration matching Ida's restless tapping.

Hitoshi clicked the next slide to show pictures of Yamada and the recording of Ectoplasm. ' We have high confidence Shoji's contact is Yamada Hizashi codename Present Mic, identified Ectoplasm as the contact for Honenuki, and identified Eraser Head as the contact for Yanagi. '

"We used box and triangle trailing methods," he continued and clicked to the next slide showing pictures of the intercepted and observed information passes, "and Mori was able to observe a meeting between Shoji and Yamada yesterday. We chose not to intercept one of the four observed dead drops and took evidence of the brush pass that occurred this morning to avoid tipping off our target."

"I also coordinated with Yaoyorozu on the main building roof to observe movements across campus," Ojiro added. "We had end-to-end encrypted group chats with the other teams we were in touch with, and the moles' names were automatically redacted in case of security breach."

"In the interest of information sharing," Aoyama added as the next slide showed several pictures of dead drops meant for other contacts. "We documented any suspicious activity we found and passed it on to our liaison, Monoma. Mori and I headed assistance with decryption and translation."

Aizawa muttered something under his breath, which had Shoji and Jiro look over in surprise, as presentations wrapped up, and All Might looked shocked. "You all did well this week," Aizawa drawled, running a hand down his face. "Not communicating that you should work independently on an intelligence mission was on us. Going forward, each team is to do its own work without knowingly interfering with another. That being said, the intelligence network was impressive to set up in such a short amount of time and with limited resources."

They spent the last half of class going over critiques of technique, communication, and subtlety. As the teacher contacts for 1A entered, Aizawa briefly explained their purpose of critiquing the moles while he did the same for 1B. He also informed them that espionage would be continuing but the teams rotated so each student would get an opportunity to act as a mole. The teacher contacts were randomized, so they shouldn't necessarily expect the same to be involved.

"Eri is with Kayama in the teacher's lounge," Aizawa explained as he led Akira and Yamada to his office. "Before we start, is there anything you need or want from us? Or is there anything that will help you feel more comfortable?"

Akira shook their head and took a steadying breath. ' I wasn't a late bloomer like they're trying to claim. The Wrens started the forced quirk manifestation process when I was five, and I triggered when I was thirteen. ' They had to take a few breaks as memories painfully resurfaced, but when they finally got through, the room lay silent.

' Fuck those bastards, I'm in, ' Yamada signed, expression stormy as his jaw flexed. ' What can I do to help? '

Akira sunk deeper into the chair as some of the tension left their body. ' If you can find someone with similar quirks to what All for One has, that would help limit the unknowns. Don't seek out the Wrens, but pass along anything that might be relevant, ' Akira explained. Limelights here kept surprising them, but they couldn't — and didn't want to — shake the paranoia around them as a whole.

Yamada's expression softened after a moment, and he asked, ' Did I do something different or stop doing something? '

What is he... Akira shook their head. ' No, that's the point. '

After clearing up some logistics questions, the three headed to the teacher's lounge. Inside, Kayama sat on the sofa with Eri, an assortment of crayons and colorful paper spread out on the table. Aizawa and Yamada stopped behind Akira, letting them observe for a minute before Akira stepped into the room. They gradually increased the weight in their steps until Eri jolted up.

Her eyes lit up as she ran over but stopped short, uncertainty filling her face as she hunched into herself a bit. Aizawa crouched with a soft smile. "Do you want to show us what you've been working on with Auntie Nem?"

Eri looked to Akira, who gave an encouraging smile, and nodded shyly. She led them back to the table where a few flowers and figures were interspersed with much darker colors with abstract shapes. As she explained each piece, Yamada's smile grew more forced as his eyes grew sadder, and Aizawa twitched occasionally under his practiced façade. Kayama held a quiet understanding in her eyes, and Akira wondered if that came from the victims she usually interacted with or her own past.

After making sure Eri was settled for the night, Akira let Aizawa know they were heading out and probably wouldn't see him on patrol.

He raised an eyebrow, "Probably?"

Akira shrugged with a small smirk, ' Never know where the night might lead. Should be pretty quiet, though. '

Akira relished in the freedom of roof hopping they couldn't quite get in the parkour course at U.A. They spent some time Friday and Saturday nights with Blue Fang, catching up with old friends and meeting new members. On Monday, Aizawa slipped their file for the week with homework he was returning, and Akira grinned. This'll be fun .

On the train, Akira listened bemused as Kirishima animatedly gushed about working with Uraraka and Aoyama since he only really knew Sero out of his group. I'll have to check with Vlad whether I can use information learned off campus , Akira mused as they waited to see how much he would say. The moles were never clarified as part of a team or not, so... fair game?

"So who are you working with this time around?" Kirishima grinned over at them.

Did he... did he honestly forget? Akira kept the excited smile on their face as they leaned across the divide conspiratorially. ' I actually want to play it close to the vest this round. Since we can't work together, might as well go with a completely underground approach. '

"That's so manly! I can't wait to see your presentation at the end."

Fat Gum and Suneater were on desk duty recovering from their injuries, so Mortis and Red Riot patrolled with the backup evening shift. The patrol was pretty quiet, mostly solving small personal disputes and a couple purse snatchers. The shopkeeps and bakers they were slowly learning the names of checked in, offering gift baskets and sending them away with a few extra goodies wrapped up. Mirage and Sandpaper showed Mortis the signs for their neopronouns, lun and hu, respectively. Bloom led the patrol since he'd been a sidekick for the longest, Mirage and Sandpaper only having their full licenses for about a year.

When they got back, Akira made their way to their room, tiredly waving to Kirishima as they left the elevator. A flash of their keyfab opened the door, crutches dully thumping against the carpet. They froze as the door clicked shut. Straining their ears, Akira let their capture scarf silently rise about them. There . Slight shuffling, muted voices, someone— no, some people were above them.

Akira warped onto their balcony, phone in hand with the locator app open as they directed their clone through their more familiar routine. With Kurogiri safe, the League wouldn't have access, so a new threat? Akira carefully leaned out to check the balcony above. Clear. But why would they... Akira silently huffed as they warped and the voices became clearer. Peering between the blinds, they could just make out the group gathering in what should be an empty room, clearly trying to move quietly but still making small noises.

Edging closer to the sliding door, Akira stayed just far enough from the glass to avoid fogging it. Inside, they could hear muffled whispers. "And you're sure they don't suspect you?" Uraraka asked as Kirishima walked in.

Akira grinned as the train ride made much more sense now. Clever play.

"Of course not!" Kirishima stage whispered back as the others shushed him. "Who would tell their target their own team members?"

Tapping off the locator app, Akira took a picture of them before slipping back into their room. They waited until they could hear Fumikage and Dark Shadow making their way down the hall before they warped next to the bird, keeping their steps in time with his just in case as they slipped into his room with him. They blinked in shock as dried flowers and leaves as well as decorated pinecones interspersed with the usual decorations in the dark room.

reaper: I want to check how far I can get from my clones before they disappear

raven: do you want assistance?

reaper: if I leave a clone in here while I walk away,

can you tell me when it disappears?

Fumikage jumped and looked around curiously while Akira grinned. They warped just to the side and had their clone wave.

reaper: also my trackers are in the room above mine

Kirishima, Uraraka, Sero, and Aoyama aren't your team

' Sensei said don't help? ' Fumikage signed, fidgeting as he looked around at the new additions.

reaper: technically he said "each team" should work independently

whether the moles are considered a team is up for interpretation

Fumikage sighed in exasperation but nodded, shushing Dark Shadow as they quietly trilled. Akira dropped the clone currently in the room and walked toward the balcony doors, running the distance calculations in their head for a minute before taking a step back and warping onto the grass under a tree. They kept an eye on the balcony of the empty room for a moment before jogging down the pathway, keeping a steady but quiet pace to avoid any evening runners.

Akira glanced at their phone every few seconds as they distanced themself from the dorms, curiosity growing as they still hadn't received a text from Fumikage. They eventually slowed to a stop on the other side of the swimming pool and texted Fumikage. To their surprise, the clone was still present, and checking their mindscape, Akira had a thread leading into the distance where they could make out what was probably the shadow. Curious, they tugged to make it warp, and a few seconds later, Fumikage asked if they meant to do that. Oh, I can definitely work with this, Akira mused as they headed back.

Armed with their notes and red herrings, Akira pinged Recovery Girl that they needed their prescription renewed and set off towards class with their crutches. The autumn air was getting nippy, and while it wasn't as bad as the oppressive heat and humidity of summer, Akira knew Aizawa and Taishiro would get on their case about not accepting help if they weren't proactive. Akira tiredly waved to Ida as they passed, warping once they knew he wouldn't talk with them.

They easily warped past the door into Vlad's class to place one paper in the podium and one into his pocket. Slipping back into their own classroom, Akira planted another slip under their own desk. All encoded, of course, with different ciphers so they couldn't easily be compared to derive the giver and receiver. Especially since the one in the podium used the same cipher as Tsunotori was using.

Akira kept to their usual routine for the most part, only deviating when they sent a clone with their phone to pick up on any conversations they needed to hear. Vlad unfortunately confirmed they couldn't directly use information learned off campus, but it could inform their conclusions as long as they had evidence collected on-campus to back it up.

raven: my community celebrates Mabon this Saturday.

Would any of you be interested in attending?

reaper: Is that an equinox thing?

raven: yes, it's a Pagan celebration

peppermint: do we need to be pagan to join?

raven: no

Akira smiled at their phone, glad Fumikage decided to open up. The new decorations and his altar made a bit more sense now. Since it was a potluck, they could bring dishes but weren't expected to as long as he got a headcount. Akira decided on caramel apple cider cookies since they looked easy enough to make and fit the theme.

On Wednesday, free of off-campus activities, Akira made an excuse of quirk training to slip away and find Vlad training his own class. He passed a note as they walked past, making their steps just loud enough to be heard by the teacher. They in turn made a false dead drop behind some equipment where he usually watched.

Akira did notice a tail coming out of heroics and easily slowed to talk with Hitoshi as Aoyama realized he'd been made. He skirted around them, continuing in the direction of the dorms but not quite towards them. Akira watched as he skirted into the trees while they and Hitoshi meandered into the main building. They smiled slightly as they heard another set of footsteps then a pair join them and realized Hitoshi was the head of a triangle around Fumikage and using Akira as cover.

' Where are you headed? ' Akira asked just a smidge broader than needed. ' I don't usually see you around here after heroics. '

"Just thought we'd chat while you head to your appointment," Hitoshi recovered smoothly, not even glancing behind themself. "We don't see each other as much now that we've got work studies."

Akira nodded along, but the slight falter in Fumikage's gait left them satisfied. Soon after, he ducked down a hallway and the other two followed. Hitoshi, to their credit, didn't break stride and walked Akira to their therapy session.

On Friday, Akira and Kirishima were slated for training at Fat Gum's agency so they could present, and Fumikage had the day off to present. Akira pulled Aizawa to the side before heroics, holding back a grin as they asked, ' Can I present after my assigned group? I can name all of them now if need be. '

Aizawa narrowed his eyes, regarding them suspiciously. "Why?"

' I want to see what they picked up on, ' a small, mischievous smirk spread across their face. He sighed and agreed after they revealed the names.

Fumikage also managed a couple red herrings, although his team of Hitoshi, Kaminari, Katsuki, and Sato caught on. They didn't identify Aizawa as his teacher contact, though. Tsu used her camouflage to get away with most of her dead drops, although her team of Ojiro, Shoto, Midoriya, and Yaoyorozu did get photos of her brush passes to Snipe. Mina had the clever idea of using a slow-working acid to destroy evidence of her dead drops but didn't quite get the formula right at first, so had a few missed dead drops. Once she got the hang of the formula, she got them through, but her group of Shoji, Ida, Jiro, and Koji were able to gather evidence of their existence.

"We're changing the order for our last group," Aizawa drawled to All Might's surprise. "Mori requested their group go before them and was able to identify each member."

Kirishima deflated as he walked up with Aoyama, Uraraka, and Sero. Aoyama went first this time, opening with, "Given Kirishima and Mori's train rides to Esuha, we tried a bold strategy for concealing our movements. Who would suspect that one of their pursuers would give up the identities of the other group members?"

A look of understanding crossed Aizawa's face as he glanced to Akira. Not the worst strategy to employ, but definitely a bold move. They went over the encoded notes they found and the three encryptions and handwriting styles used to write them. Knowing the possibility of red herrings, they held onto what they believed to be the keys and treated each note as a potential lead. They stayed split up for the most part, covering what they could of campus and observing from the room above Akira's in case they snuck out. They did run into a couple of the corrective notes Akira left and took the advice to Aizawa's chagrin, although there was a lingering spark of pride in his eyes.

As the icing on the cake, the team had narrowed it down to Vlad and Yamada but went with the latter. They had eliminated Aizawa due to seeing a meeting between him and Fumikage.

Akira got up and started their presentation with the picture they captured of the group on the first night to their crestfallen faces. Kirishima looked like he wanted to melt. ' First, I want to say that it was a good strategy, and I initially fell for it. It's dangerous, however, to underestimate your target's paranoia. I was ready to ping my location to Aizawa when I warped to the balcony and instead overheard you talk about your strategy. '

Akira went on to explain their encryption methods, red herrings, and true path of communication. Aizawa sighed at their admission of helping the other moles, drawing a hand over his face as Akira went over how they used their quirk to their advantage. The other teachers involved came in to give more critiques and praises, talking about how their quirks could have been more efficiently used or relied on less.

"So what is your range, Mori?" Midoriya asked, eyes bright as his hands twitched.

' I actually don't know, ' Akira shrugged, drawing a curious look from Aizawa. ' I walked from the dorms to the other side of the pool, and the clone in Raven's room was still active. '

"Do you want to do distance tests?" he lit up.

' We'd have to get permission first based on that first test, but sure. '

Notes:

ah, Strategic Intelligence Society (SIS) was truly a treat. It's where I'm drawing inspiration for this espionage training, as we did something similar to this over a 3-day period where we'd stalk an assigned officer of the club to see if they're the mole without getting caught. The last year I was in SIS, we were assigned to an officer and had to intercept or document as many dead drops as we could without getting caught. I even found a sticky note from what was probably a dealer while looking for them 😊 I did lowkey pull a Kirishima during that op, though lol I was friends with the officer we were assigned to, and we had already planned a meetup for him to fix my computer. I was a little too casual about it, though, and not subtle enough in my questions. Come to find out at the debriefing a dead drop was under the cushion of the chair I sat in Attachment styles in children is really interesting, would recommend it as a research jaunt. I remembered they're really informative on behavior, especially in early years, so backed up what I remembered from my developmental psych course. Figured I should give the backup evening patrol names at least lol there are a few background characters I might not get to showcase for a while if at all. Like how I've had Akira's dad's profile since writing Mortem Ad Wrens Chapter 23. The villain had such a good quirk in the original chapter so I ended up reworking it for Libertias aut Mortis.

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ao3feed-tododeku · 1 year

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The world is against me.

The world is against me. by Lux

Izuku Midoriya, 13, Aldera Junior High, some place Shoto soon realized was Izuku's personal hell on earth.

The reason that he was standing there, on that ledge.

He didn't want to meet him here. Not on the brink of death like this. He barely knew this boys name, was this the last they would see of each other? It was a split second decision. Walk away now, and continue ignoring these problems, or help him. Talk him out of this.

Maybe he went for the second option because of his selfishness. Because part of him felt guilty, deep down. Deep down he knows he could have stopped Izuku from feeling this way, if all he did was try. But he let it go on.

He knew why. He knew why he sat in the same class, and didn't do a thing when it came to his bullying.

Izuku was perceived as weak, and that was true. He was a scrawny boy. Smaller than anyone else in his class, and the perfect target for bullying. Shoto had it easier at school, but in his own home, he was also perceived as weak, and useless. Maybe, part of him felt.. relieved. there was someone who served less of a purpose than he did.

But that was untrue. Shoto was wrong about him. He was everything Shoto wasn't.

Izuku was normal.

Words: 2837, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Categories: M/M

Characters: Todoroki Fuyumi, Todoroki Enji | Endeavor, Todoroki Shouto, Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki, Kaminari Denki, Kayama Nemuri | Midnight, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead

Relationships: Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto

Additional Tags: Other Additional Tags to Be Added, I'm Bad At Tagging, Todoroki Enji | Endeavor Being An Asshole, Todoroki Enji | Endeavor's Bad Parenting, Child Abuse, Self-Harm, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, tododeku, Pet Loss, Bullying, Failed attempt, Mentions of Suicide, mainly izuku and shoto, others become important later on, no quirks, No Heros, no UA high, regular high school au, suicidal shoto todoroki, Suicidal Thoughts, Todoroki Shouto is Bad at Feelings, Todoroki Shouto Needs a Hug, Midoriya Izuku Needs A Hug, First work, Shoto todoroki goes to midoriya's middle school, Constructive Criticism Welcome, Angst, Tododeku angst, I apologize in advance, parent loss

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44254612

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inisemuatimosss · 2 years

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Merry Christmas

Merry Christmas, he thought.

Aizawa walked through the parking ramp, flurries coming down like finely powdered sugar. He puffed hot breaths onto his hands before tucking them away under his capture tool, which hung loosely around his neck. As his feet led him to the lively teacher's lounge, Aizawa hoped nothing would come his way.

He had never been a party person. His spouse knows that. But upon receiving an emergency text from one of his students, Aizawa had to face the loud party anyway. After all, he was only there to see Nur.

The walk through the crowd of UA members was tough. Aizawa made his way through more people he didn't feel like talking to. He saw Yamada talking and chitchatting with Kayama. He was walking around wearing a ridiculous headband with a mistletoe attached to it like a lantern fish's bulb, nestled nicely on his head where his usual headphones would be. Yamada caught up with Aizawa eventually, a plastic cup of punch in hand.

"It's alive! Alive!" He spread his arms.

Aizawa rolled his eyes. "Not again with this shit." He looked warily at the mistletoe. "Tell me you're not gonna kiss me."

Yamada cupped his hand around his hubby's head before planting a smooch on his very cheek. Then he burst into laughter, unleashing a strong scent of beer. "Will you relax and enjoy the party, man?"

"Where's Nur?"

"Don't flip out on me now. She's alright with her friends in her dorm."

"Was it a bad fall?"

Aizawa couldn't voice how much he wanted to strangle his daughter. He had precisely told his class to stay away from the semifrozen lake. Skating was off limits, he was worried if the frosted surface wasn't sturdy enough to handle more than one adult. Knowing 1A students, they sure as hell would be rough when it comes to playtime.

Maybe if they ask nicely, Todoroki could freeze the lake faster.

But he should've known Nur won't listen. Just a slide, she said. It won't break, she said. A dip in an icy lake should prove her wrong.

"No concussion, no serious injuries. A few scratches around the arms, at least. Did she text you?"

"No way in hell if she knows I'm coming all the way here to smack her upside the head."

There was the laughter again. "Be nice to her, okay?"

"I'll be nice once fat pigs fly."

Once he arrived at the 1A alliance block, he thrust open the heavy door and was invited with a nice aroma of food and potpourri. A few students waved his way, and he gave a small nod. He trudged his path to his daughter's room, he hadn't acknowledged how tense he had been.

The door was slightly agape, the light from inside cutting across the floor and shining on the small particles floating around. Aizawa heard a fit of giggles from inside and immediately knew Nur was with her best buddy.

He didn't bother to knock as the wooden door was pushed away from his view. Nur glanced at him from across the room, a stupid grin plastered over her patched face. She was nicely tucked against the headboard, under her baby blue comforter, hugging an Eraserhead plushie she had gotten somewhere in the mall. Emiko was sitting just by her bed, a pen in one hand and a calculator in the other. A few papers scribbled with calculations and physics theories were scattered over the sheets, and she quickly gathered them.

"Hi, Sensei," Emiko smiled. "Merry Christmas."

"Hello, Emiko," he said, then shifted his gaze sharply to Nur. Nur looked away.

"What happened?" he asked, subconsciously roaming his hand across her study desk. He found a blue sharpener just by the radio Kayama had gifted her, grateful that the blade was still in place and nicely tightened. "Nothing serious, I hope?" His tone was just a slight alteration of his loud, authoritative voice, about as sympathetic as Aizawa could be. Emiko made her way outside, offering Nur a little wave and a wink before disappearing into the hallways. Aizawa sat on the chair where Emiko had been.

"Nothing serious, Father. I just slipped," Nur grinned again.

He gave her a stern look, arms crossing over his chest as he leaned back, a brow climbed over his forehead. He demanded a good explanation, and Nur had known him long enough to register emotions through his deadpanned look with sharp accuracy. She fiddled with the cloth pills on her comforter.

"I told you not to skate, didn't I?"

"I wasn't skating! We were just playing and chasing and I slipped on ice," she frantically waved her hands.

His eyes moved to Nur's skating shoes which were tucked behind her desk. The blade was still dripping with melted ice. As she followed his line of sight, she knew Aizawa was not buying her excuse. Damn it, she should've hidden it better.

"You slipped on ice?"

"Yeah, sort of. Maybe a pile of snow, I don't know."

"And fell into the middle of the lake? You know, the picture sent to me showed as if you were thrown into the barely frozen surface. That is if you really slipped on something."

Nur tossed her head in defeat, groaning. "Fine! Yes, I was skating. I'm sorry. I won't do it again," she hugged her knees and looked away. There was a minuscule hush between them. Albeit she was facing away, Aizawa could hear the pout in her breaths.

God, this little brat...

Aizawa buried his face in his hands. "Next time, wait for the lake to be completely frozen."

"That's going to take a long-"

"Nur," he stared her down. "Next time, wait for the lake to be completely frozen?" Not a question. A firm statement.

She gave him a side glare, more wounded than mad. "Okay."

"Thank you," he gave the patented Aizawa smile, which was not a smile at all, just a brief tightening of the mouth. He'll admit, he could never stay mad at her. Not when he knew Nur didn't have a childhood filled with playing and learning. Things like skating, playing tag, and simple children's games attract her more than anything.

"Did you get hurt too bad?"

Nur showed her arms, with only a few scratches and small wounds just like Yamada mentioned. He took her hands, carefully inspecting the little nicks. His calloused thumbs rubbed across the faint scars littering her porcelain skin. Some were fresh training wounds, some were old self-hatred effects. His heart broke at the sight.

"I'm sorry for making you worried, Father," her croaked voice sliced through the stillness as he brought his gaze up. Nur had a pout on her face. Aizawa stood up, stroked a hand over her bowed head, and gently pulled her to lean against him. Nur hugged his waist back.

"You know, your Dad said he wanted to bring you kids to skate at the lake near our town. I heard it's fully frozen."

Nur looked up at him with bright eyes, half thinking he was kidding and half expecting it to be true. Her lips tugged into a surprised smile. "We're going to skate?"

"Yeah," Aizawa planted a kiss on her forehead. "But... You're injured, so maybe only Eri and Hitoshi can go..."

His booming laughter erupted when his daughter whined a dramatic child's protest. Of course, teasing was his middle name. He loved his kids so much that he thought his heart could burst. "Come on, better be quick before I change my mind."

Aizawa was already on his way down the hallways while Nur tried to catch after him, stumbling a few times to pull her shoes over her heels properly. It was nice to see her excited, and he would do anything to see her smile. Forever.

"Can we buy something from there? If there are merch shops anywhere?"

"Yes."

"Ooh, can I have a hot chocolate from the bakery on our way home?"

"Yes."

"Can we get another cat?"

"No. Thought you would just slip that one by me, did you?" he said.

Nur made a goofy face and held his hand. "Can't blame a kid for trying."

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izusun · 3 years

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bnha manga spoilers

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(pray for my best friend. nothing’s wrong w her, she’s just not caught up w the bnha manga and she’s in love w midnight)

#i TOLD HER TO READ THE MANGA SO SHE IS AND I’LL REBLOG HER RESPONSE HNNNHS #ok but i too cried #i rlly sat there and bawled my eyes out and my sister told me to stfu #it’s the haters istg :’((#aizawa shouta #kayama nemuri #midnight bnha #eraserhead #bnha #manga #anime

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shibaraki · 2 years

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LAP CAT ┊ AIZAWA SHOUTA

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

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

wc: 7.8k

“You’re nervous”.

The restless bounce of your knee comes to a standstill as you turn to Hizashi with a withered glare and a sarcastic comment ready on your tongue. You breathe through it deeply, picturing the expansion of your lungs, ballooning and pushing out the anxiety in your chest.

After two weeks of ruminating, plus an additional week of preparation, you were finally taking your adopted hybrid home.

You’d first happened upon a picture of him whilst donating some old clothes to the hybrid centre. It had been pinned to the board in the reception area, hung above it was a plaque that read ‘our grumpiest resident’. He looked big, upper lip pulled into a scowl and a faint scar along his cheek where no hair had grown back. At first glance he was easily mistaken as a typical feline, but the disarming humanity reflected in his eyes had given you pause.

Shouta. A Norwegian forest cat hybrid. Below it was a bullet-pointed checklist showing that he was actively looking for adoption and held the ability to shift, the final line stating that he was adept at communicating with human speech.

Hybrids that could fully shift were incredibly rare. Their origins dated back thousands of years, and extensive research had uncovered a very clear spectrum that each individual hybrid sat on. Some appeared completely human, any trace of their animal characteristics diluted through time and they were typically unable to shift at all. Some only carried behavioural traits. Others were clearly — visibly — a hybrid. Non-human ears, tails and fangs, claws and talons. But a complete transformation was still highly uncommon, even in those cases.

Given the statistics, people often came across animals not knowing they were hybrids at all. The realisation had been slow for you, too, only truly clicking in your mind when your gaze fell upon the short bio beneath his picture.

He’d piqued your interest, and after asking the receptionist if she knew anything more about him, she’d smiled tightly as if the topic made her uncomfortable. “Shouta has been here for six years. He’s our longest resident,” was her answer.

At its core, the centre was largely a refuge for hybrids. A majority of them lived independently and didn’t want to be someone’s house pet. You too felt that adopting them was an outdated practice — they weren’t actually animals. But they were legally deemed as such, consequently being unable to live alone, rent or even find employment.

Despite it all, there were still hybrids that would advertise when seeking a family, and Shouta clearly wanted out of there. Six years was a long time to wait.

“If you have it, I’d like his full profile”.

Aizawa Shouta, long haired and bushy tailed. It stated he had no history of violence or aggression, though he was prone to scratching if startled, and carried a mild temperament. Whoever had written the biography clearly knew and loved him, detailing about the cat's odd dry sense of humour and general pickiness. He was good with children and other hybrids but preferred his own space, was not one to damage property when bored or frustrated, and experienced short bouts of heat throughout the months of September to March which had placated with age.

Speaking of age — Shouta was thirty years old.

The receptionist, Kayama you recall, had once again grimaced while you’d read through that section of the file, as if she were bracing herself for something, relaxing only when you’d turned the page.

After your donated clothes had been taken, the large bag long waiting rumpled at your feet, you’d left empty handed. Shouta weighed heavily on your mind, and your heart, for the entirety of the month that followed.

So now you were back. Just as you remembered, everything about the room felt impersonal, almost clinical. You find the colour white wherever you look, from the floor to the ceilings, cool air blowing in from the vents even after the summer had been long gone.

Hizashi, a close friend and occasional volunteer at the centre, had kindly helped you through the process. It was thanks to him that not only was your paperwork fast tracked, but your home had been completely approved by an inspector. Now there was a spare room in your apartment, ready and awaiting its new occupant, stocked with various necessities for both a human and a cat.

You’d been forewarned that Shouta didn’t like shifting into his human form, not anymore. There was a sense of safety, and solace, in being a simple cat. You were honest enough to admit that you’d longed for such an ability yourself – exhausted in the middle of your work day, wishing you could be reborn as an animal without responsibility.

But that wasn’t the only reason. According to staff, Shouta’s age had been his biggest enemy when it came to adoption, which explained Kayama’s previous apprehension of you. People and families alike; they wanted young hybrids. The younger the better, especially if it meant having someone for their children to grow up with. Shouta however, was a fully grown adult man, and apparently an intimidating one at that.

So you understood his refusal. He was used to disappointment, and no longer trusted those who approached him with interest. But you sought to prove him wrong. Whether he lived out his days as a regular house cat, or eventually decided to live alongside you in human form, you didn’t care.

You just wanted him to have a home.

“You’ll be fine, you do know that, right?” Hizashi’s voice cuts through your line of thought, gently bumping his shoulder against your own in comfort, “you’ve prepared well for this. Trust yourself”.

“It isn’t as easy as that,” you murmur, wringing your hands together tightly in your lap, nails harsh where they sink into sink, “adopting a normal cat is a big commitment. This is a person we’re talking about–”

“–and that’s why you’re going to be good for him,” he interrupts gently, “you see him as a human being, you care about his happiness and his autonomy. It’s literally your job to understand people. Those intentions will shine through”.

You hum in acknowledgement, accepting that arguing with him would be fruitless. It’s in that moment that a staff member rounds the corner into the foyer, upper body turned slightly to look back down the corridor he had just emerged from.

“Come on Shouta,” he pleads, clearly exasperated. After a few tense moments, felt with bated breath, the cat hybrid follows the handler out into the open. His appearance startles you to your feet, a twisted mass of excitement and nerves swelling in your throat.

Shouta regards you thoughtfully from behind the man's legs as you approach, the distrust plainly reflected in his glare, lowered tail flitting back and forth. He’s much bigger in person, you think, and not just because of his voluminous coat.

Shouta cocks his head as if to ask ‘well, what’re you here for?’ and while you hadn’t necessarily hoped it’d be the case, it's obvious that he is not going to take his human form for this conversation.

“It’s nice to finally meet you, Shouta. If it’s alright I’d like to take you home with me today”.

His ear twitches at the mention of his name, pupils thin and suspicious as he slowly appraises you. The irony of now wanting to be chosen by him doesn’t escape you, not after all his years of being overlooked.

“I’m happy for you to stay in whatever form is most comfortable, I won’t mind. I work every day and can sometimes be sent out on house calls but—” your eyes flicker to the handler as you lower yourself to the ground, searching for some semblance of encouragement, before turning back to the feline “—you’ll have space for yourself and the freedom to do as you like, I’m not too fussy as long as everything stays clean”.

You stumbled over the words, but all you can hope is that your sincerity reaches him. The silence is… contemplative. Not awkward, but tense in an anticipatory way. Shouta’s pupils begin to dilate as they glance over to Hizashi and then to the automatic sliding doors, taking up the entirety of his eye with what you assume is alarm.

You rise to stand with a stiff nod, accepting his caution with a smile pulling tight against your cheeks. It’s then that you feel something rub along the back of your calves. The handler makes a small sound of surprise when Shouta curls himself around your legs, tail circling loosely around your ankle as he peers up at you expectantly.

“Is that… a yes?” you ask. He softly butts his head into your shin.

It’s a yes.

Relief can be just as overwhelming as fear, you find. It washes through you, almost thrown off balance by the sudden weightlessness in your chest. Shouta follows obediently by your feet, refusing both your own offer to hold him and the carrier that Hizashi suggested with an indignant scowl, much like the one photographed for the public pinboard.

As much as a cat could look indignant, atleast.

Hizashi had been the one to drive you that morning, and you silently sent thanks to your past self for the forethought. Shouta appears to be much more at ease with you sitting beside him in the backseat, curled into himself atop a soft blanket that you’d laid out with him in mind.

The journey home is agonisingly long, most of which can be attributed to Hizashi’s insistence on taking it slow, as not to startle Shouta. The cat himself remains unperturbed, eyes only opening to wordlessly glare about the vehicle’s back and forth rock over a speed bump. Despite the disinterest, you continue to tell him about all the things you’d set up for him at home. You reassure him of his own space and of the food you’d bought for him to choose from, looking in his direction every so often only to find him in the same position, breathing gently.

To your pleasant surprise, Shouta settles into your home far quicker than expected. While most cat hybrids were notorious for their cautiousness, oftentimes taking a few weeks to truly feel safe in a new home, yours immediately claimed his spot on the sofa and didn’t move for hours as he slept.

You weren’t sure when, or if, he would shift back. So you pulled an old word card deck from your desk that you would use with non-verbal children to give him the chance to properly communicate. With some old tape found tucked away in your kitchen drawer of trinkets, you stuck them up along the wall of the living room. He’d purred into your hand for the first time that evening as you mulled over his profile once more.

It was fairly common knowledge that people preferred their hybrids to be cute, small and playful, and according to what the file detailed about Shouta he did not fit the bill. It was unfortunate but unsurprising to you that he had been in the centre for so long.

You curl your finger behind his ear, an endeared smile on your lips. He’s fine just as he is, you think.

Your persistence and willingness to adapt to his animal form must’ve broken the ice, evident in the slow reveal of his personality to you as time moved on. During the first month you find that he’s far more affectionate than anticipated, opting to spend most of his time tucked under your arm while you are home. He’s undeniably fond of butting the soft parts of your body for attention and adamant about his disdain for cat toys, even after being caught playing with them.

More notably, though he had a room of his own you’d often wake up in the middle of the night to the slight dip of your mattress, Shouta shaping himself into the space between your legs.

It was becoming harder and harder for you to remember that he was not just a cat.

You quietly let yourself into the threshold of your home, dropping your keys into the decorative bowl kept on the shelf above the shoe rack. As you bend down to pull off your shoes, finger hooked into the back of the heel, your breath stills at the unmistakable groan reverberating throughout the apartment.

Your instinctive reaction to the sound is fear and alarm, and with hesitance you slowly peek around the corner of the entryway, a clear view into the open living room. Arousal twists shamefully in your stomach, the sounds around you becoming much sharper as your ears hone in on the wet slap of skin.

Your mind blanks. Shouta is lounging back into the couch cushions in his human form, head tipped over the arm of the sofa, pointed ears peeking from beneath his long unkempt hair. You had bought him clothes not long after bringing him home and while you’d never seen him in them, the discarded shirt is undoubtedly one you purchased, loose pants pushed haphazardly down to the middle of his thighs with a hand fisted tightly around his cock.

Just this morning he had been kneading your breasts happily, and with the stark reminder that he was indeed an adult man, the act no longer seemed as innocent as you thought.

He hasn’t noticed you yet. You tell yourself you’re being careful because you don’t want to startle him, that it’s innocent curiosity at seeing him for the first time, ignoring the familiar pulse between your own thighs. His chest rises with each breath, eyes squeezed shut with dark brows drawn together and his back arching as he presses his hips up. He looks frustrated, pink blotches scattered across his cheeks and chest, his cock painfully red.

He’s handsome. Rugged. Certainly not the cute-sy kitten type you would associate with a hybrid, he’s built and tall and—

You bite the inside of your cheek roughly when he groans, drawn out and rough in his throat, as he cums over his stomach. Shakily and lacking in grace you stumble back around the corner and into the front door, leaning your forehead against the cool wood.

Your thoughts are delayed, disjointed, and distantly you recall the research you’d done on male cat hybrid sexual aggression. It was natural, nothing more. He deserved that privacy. Exhaling heavily you wrap your hand around the door handle, opening it with an obvious click and shutting it again to give the illusion that you had just arrived home. The image of his trembling thighs flits across the forefront of your mind and you shoo it away hastily with guilt.

“I’m home,” you call out, wincing at the quiver in your voice, giving him time to collect himself. When you step out from the entryway he’s gone and so are the clothes. A plaintive yowl sounds from the hallway leading to your bedrooms, and Shouta rounds the corner in his cat form, his gaze sharp and inquisitive as he approaches you.

He couldn’t have known, you tell yourself, your smile tight and forced. He blinks and watches you disappear into the bathroom for a decidedly cold shower.

Nerves alight beneath the sharp spray, you recall all the firm kisses to the top of his head, the press of your nose to his own, the way you’d cradled him in your arms. Embarrassment flushes through you, a stark contrast to the water nipping at your shoulders.

He couldn’t have known.

Much to your relief, the days that follow show no sign of changing. You’d built a routine together unknowingly, and it had stuck. You did sometimes find men's clothes in your laundry that Shouta had clearly worn around the house in your absence, proof that he was starting to become comfortable shifting back, but you never saw him do so again.

The image of his broad, heaving chest flits through your mind, and you press your thumbs into your eyes in an attempt to mentally push it back. You had bigger things to worry about than your attractive roommate.

The glass of wine in your hand feels much heavier than usual as your eyes read over the file before you, absorbing absolutely none of it, only cataloguing the images of the small girl that had been pulled from her abusive home. She was covered in bandages from head to toe, traumatised and timid, unable to even look at the camera lense.

Shouta slips under your arms with ease, a persistent and welcome habit of his, settling into the narrow space at the centre of your crossed legs. A few moments pass, and when you don’t immediately tend to him he pushes his nose into the underside of your jaw to garner your attention.

“What is it?” you mumble, meeting his gaze and seeing the question behind his eyes. He sits back on his haunches and reaches a large black paw out to touch one of the more graphic pictures the hospital had taken for the little girl's casefile.

You recall then that Shouta was supposedly good with children, and that he had been favoured by a number of young hybrids at the centre during his time there. It was entirely possible that he was worried for her.

“I suppose I never did tell you what I do for a living, did I?” you say, more to yourself than to him. Most conversation with Shouta was undoubtedly one sided, and usually consisted of you rambling nonsense while he pretended to listen.

“I’m a licensed child therapist. And her name is Eri,” you tell him, your index finger joining his paw above the photo, feeling a touch sober after having read the details even with the wine in your system.

“I’m meeting with her for the first time tomorrow for an evaluation,” you explain, “let's just hope I can help her”. Somewhere behind his eyes something changes, shadowed with emotion and sombre. He presses the weight of his body against your chest and deepens his purrs, the vibration passing through your body and grounding you.

You hum thoughtfully, almost as if you were purring yourself. “You’d make a good therapy companion,” you muse, scratching the sweet spot behind his ear in thanks. You feel the small curve of his jaw against your collar as he peers up at you with interest.

“You like the sound of that?”

He exhales heavily, exasperated, like the answer should be obvious. It doesn’t hold the same effect as it might if he were a man, only creating a mildly aggressive buzz beneath your skin that gave you the urge to squeeze him tightly.

Eventually you head to bed, roommate close by your ankles and weaving between your feet, tail lifting to hook around your left calf as he did most nights. Throughout the first two weeks Shouta would still always attempt to sleep in his own room, or at least he pretended to, before joining you on your mattress.

Now he was happy to be more blatant about it, and his company had quickly become of great comfort to you.

It was all you could look forward to as you arrived home from work the following day. As if the atmosphere picked up on your inner turmoil, the heavens opened and it poured with rain, harsh droplets spitting against the car windows. You weren’t sure how long you’d been sitting in your parking space, breathing stuttered and cheeks wet, you caught sight of yourself in the rear-view mirror. Withered, you think.

Eri was a sweet little girl, but in all the wrong ways. Considerate, only for fear she would unknowingly do something wrong. Polite and quiet, but only so she did not say anything that would upset you. She recounted the horrors she’d had to endure as if it were entirely justified, promising to take responsibility for her guardians actions, because it had been her fault for misbehaving.

You had worked with many children like her, and you’d had to attend numerous court hearings, but this one in particular had struck a chord with you. Keeping your expression warm and empathetic had taken an exhausting amount of effort.

You blink away another swell of tears, grimacing at the soreness in your eyes and the sting in your sinuses. The thrum of the rain grows louder as you open the car door, keys in one hand, the other already dampening under the spray. With a deep inhale, you step out into the storm and prepare to run.

By the time you reach the apartment you’re already forty minutes late and sodden. A spark of anger flickers in your chest at the way your clothing clings uncomfortably to your skin, but it is soon smothered as you step into the entryway. You’re immediately swaddled by a welcoming warmth and the familiar smell of laundry detergent, shoes squeaking awkwardly as you toe them off into the corner.

It's too quiet.

“Shouta?”

You call out to him, worried that you might interrupt another private moment, and it echoes throughout the hallway. Odd. You’re drawn further into the apartment as you hear a dull thud from the bathroom, calling out to him again cautiously. Your eyes fall upon a clumsily folded pile of clothes atop your dining table, recently washed and dried.

“Where have you been?”

A low, rough voice cuts through the quiet and startles you, hastily turning on your feet and hand reaching for anything nearby that might serve as a weapon.

A man emerges from the doorway to your bathroom. He’s tall, draped in shadows, and it isn’t until he steps forward into the light of the living room that you realise it’s him.

It’s Shouta, in his human form, betrayed only by the pointed ears atop his head. Willingly human. His movements are hesitant, eyes curtained by his hair and hastily flickering back and forth across your expression in search of something. Anger, maybe. Or discomfort.

Your lips part to answer him, to say anything, but the words don’t come.

“Am I making you uncomfortable?”

“No! No, of course not,” you wince as you trip over the words, unconvincing even in your own mind. He hums like he doesn’t believe you, an attractive glimmer of amusement in his eyes, the sleeves on his loose black shirt rolled up into the crook of his arms.

“It was just… unexpected. I’m surprised, and a little embarrassed, but not uncomfortable!”

“Embarrassed?” he gently interrupts, head cocking slightly to the side in question, the length of his hair curving with the tilt. The gesture is one you’d seen many times before, so endearing and cat-like that you feel yourself fighting a smile.

“Of course it’s embarrassing, Shouta. All those times I would carry you around like a baby, rub my nose against you and—”

“—blink really slowly as if it’s supposed to mean anything to me,” he snorted lightly, ears twitching, “it was cute”.

Something akin to giddiness settles under your skin, and you feel your fingers curl into fists to stave off the restlessness. Part of you wants to bounce on the balls of your feet, soaking up the small fond smile that pulls at his lips. You’re reminded again of how awfully handsome he is, memories of his bare chest and stuttering hips flashing unbidden through your mind.

You ached to reach for him. But there were too many unknown outcomes to that, many of which you didn’t want to deal with. Even with the knowledge that he was still your cat, touching him so affectionately would mean something more now that he was a man.

“Thank you,” you tell him as you lower your head minutely, words a little thick with emotion, “for trusting me with this”.

Broad shoulders hunched slightly forward, Shouta tucks his chin towards his sternum as he awkwardly shifts the weight between his legs. “You were late. I thought something might’ve happened,” he says.

He’d been worried about you.

“I’m sorry, Shouta. I was…” you pause to inhale deeply, eyelids gently falling shut for a moment, opening as you continue to speak, “I needed some time to collect myself, is all. I should’ve been more considerate of you”.

The silence that follows is thoughtful, comforting. Shouta finally approaches you, expression softened and cat-like pupils thinning under the light of the living room. The soft hair on your arms stand on end, the dipole between your bodies strengthening the closer he gets, a weightless sensation washing through your stomach.

“I prepared a bath for you,” he murmurs, averting his gaze behind the safety of his hair, “I know you like them when you’re stressed. I pulled the cover across so it should still be warm”.

Your lips part in surprise, remembering the freshly washed clothes folded atop the counter, and how the apartment had smelt strongly of your lavender bath salt.

“And the laundry?”

He nods shortly, a little unsettled by the focus on his thoughtful actions, and so rather than lingering you move around him to enter the bathroom.

“Thank you, Shouta. I’ll be sure to enjoy it,” you smile genuinely, softened like wax over a flame. He had brought far more warmth to your life than you initially expected, and you couldn’t be more grateful.

The tiles are cool beneath your feet even as you are slightly quivering from the rain, steam from the heated water clouding the mirrors, yet Shouta’s presence is far hotter. His magnetism doesn’t dissipate, it only intensifies once he begins to fall in line with your footsteps, following behind you.

As you turn to address him he moves closer, giving you no choice but to lean back against the tiled wall, crowded in the small space. Heart quickening and engaged in your ribs like a little hummingbird.

“Shouta,” is all you can bring yourself to say, the scolding tone in your voice shaken, flimsy. His ears flicker at the sound of his name. Under the yellow tinted light of the bathroom you can closely see the scruff shadowing his jaw, the acute dip of a cupid's bow in his upper lip, the flecks of silver in his irises.

“You can’t be in here with me while I bathe,” your hands press against him, feeling the heat of his body beneath the thin fabric, “I promise I won’t take long”.

“Why?” he rasps, reverberating under the pads of your fingers, “because now I’m a man?”

From a moral standpoint, being intimate with a hybrid was a grey area. Despite his humanity, he’s legally classed as a pet, and you his owner. There was a very clear imbalance in power and authority.

And yet here —back pressed to the wall, palms laid flat to his chest but making no effort to push— it felt like you held no power at all. He ducks his face into the crook of your neck, nuzzling his mouth to your pulse, feeling the protrusion of his canines through his upper lip.

“I won’t look if that’s what bothers you,” he continues lowly, “I want to stay. I want you to tell me about your day like you always do”.

It wouldn’t be fair to treat him differently based on his form, to avoid or change his routine simply because you were ashamed of your attraction to him. In doing so you would just be repeating the actions of everyone in his past, you rationalise.

His throat bobs as he swallows, waiting patiently for your answer. You remember how his head had tilted back in pleasure, how he’d sank into the couch cushions as he came.

There needed to be boundaries. There had to be a clear line, more for yourself than for him, to maintain the peace you’d built together.

“Alright, but I’m pulling the shower curtain across,” you assent, noting the relieved sag of his shoulders and how easily he moves away from you. It was as if he’d know the effect he has on you and used it to his advantage.

True to his word, Shouta turns his back once you begin to undress, though it does nothing to settle the shame-dipped excitement in your chest. You keep your eyes on him even as you lean down to pull back the bath cover, inhaling the scent of lavender, coasting the tips of your fingers through the surface of the water.

You’re helpless to hold in the groan of relief that falls from your lips as the water ripples against your shoulders, the level rising slightly to accommodate your body. You almost forget to pull the curtain across, lazy as you tug and the hooks getting caught along the divots in the pole.

Completely covered, you give Shouta permission to turn back around. The sheet is pale, light enough to make out the shape of his silhouette as he seats himself on the floor facing the tub.

You clear your throat, the sound echoing intrusively throughout the room. His inability to see you does nothing to ease your nerves.

“Eri, the young girl I showed you last night,” when you were curled against my breast, “she responded to me better than I hoped. Her previous guardians are in police custody, and she’s going to be placed under protection”.

You hear his harsh exhale. “They hurt her,” he says.

The water laps against the edge of the tub as you begin to lather yourself with bodywash, smiling sadly behind the privacy of the shower curtain.

“Yes, they did. But she’s safe now and I’m going to help her the best I can”.

Over the waves, you hear his plaintive hum. The moment feels remarkably intimate, tendrils of steam dancing along your line of sight as you pull your knees to your chest, as if it would hide your vulnerability.

“There were kids at the centre who’d been hurt too,” he mutters with an obvious air of guilt, “I wish I could’ve helped them more”.

Without thinking, you pull back the waterproof sheet just enough to show your face. His ears are slightly drooped, gaze solemn as he meets yours.

“Your best is always enough, Shouta,” you press your breasts tightly to the side of the basin, wanting to be closer, wanting to embroider your words into his mind so he’d never doubt himself again.

“Whatever good you did for those children, I assure you they will remember it”.

You watch as his eyes widen, fingers curling into the fabric of his sweatpants. He shakes the hair from his cheeks, revealing pale splotches of pink, and your stomach tightens.

Thinned pupils drag along the curve of your neck as a drop of water descends to your collar, reminding you of your own nakedness, and you quickly tug the curtain shut once more.

“I’ve seen you get undressed multiple times you know,” he says, “you don’t need to be ashamed”.

“Yes, as a cat!” you remind him, heat kindling between your thighs. He laughs. You want to hear it again and again. Eventually the sound tapers off into an amused rumbling, and you watch his silhouette shift from behind the sheet.

“Is that how you’d prefer me?” he asks, “as a cat, that is”.

Your brows pinch into a frown, hands cupped together to hold a small puddle of bath water in your palms, staring at the iridescent surface of the bubbles. Admittedly you’d gotten comfortable with him being a cat, enough to undress in the same room, but in the end they were one in the same. He was just Shouta — you wanted him to feel that same level of comfort, too.

“I know you’ve dealt with people judging you prematurely for your human form, and for your age, but…” your wrists part, and the water falls through your fingers, rippling throughout the tub.

“I care about you, Shouta, it doesn't matter if you're a cat or a man. This is your home too”.

The atmosphere is weighted, but comfortable, intimate. While he seems to be processing your words you continue to wash the rain from your skin, quietly recounting the rest of your day to him just as he’d asked.

If you held your breath and really listened, you could faintly hear him purring.

As you later parted ways to your respective rooms you can’t help but notice the tension in the air, nor the delayed lingering in the hallway before telling him ‘goodnight’. Yearning sits low in your belly, twisted tightly into a hot coil. You tell yourself that the hunger settling behind his eyes was just a figment of your imagination and cling to the small mercy that even after all your time with him, he had only ever joined you in bed in his cat form.

But then your door is being pushed ajar, the sound coaxing you awake, and Shouta stands tall in your bedroom doorway. Your sight adjusts quickly to the darkness, barely making out the anxious flick of his tail, or the way his hand tightens around the handle.

There’s a silent standoff in which each of you waits for the other to speak first, stubborn and a little nervous, until eventually your exhaustion simmers into irritation. You lift up the other side of the quilt, and he begins to move.

“You’re so spoiled,” you say, voice laden with sleep, mattress sinking under his weight. The cool air of your room is replaced by his warmth, laid on his side with an arm beneath the pillow as he faces you. You can’t see much, but he’s close — you feel his shallow exhale across your cheek, the way his muscles loosen and he relaxes into the sheets.

“Maybe,” he murmurs, low and fond as he reaches to trace the curve of your ear, “you have no one to blame but yourself”.

Your breathing hitches, stomach clenching at the unexpected touch. He clasps his thumb and forefinger around the shell, rubbing the cartilage gently, mimicking how you would pet his own ears.

“You’re clever, Shouta,” his touch pauses as you address him, “you’re clever. So I know you’re aware of what you’re doing right now”.

Of what it means.

He hums with acknowledgement. The massage starts again, soft circular motions, only for his hand to slide down to the curve of your neck to rest over your pulse point.

“You know too, and you’re still letting me,” he counters, a quiet and proud purr rumbling in the back of his chest. Behind the fabric of your bedroom curtains, a breeze guides the clouds east and the moon shines a little brighter. It reflects back at you in dark, feline eyes.

His tail grazes against your shin, curling around your leg, body shifting closer until your noses touch. And he waits for your rejection, time held in suspension, but you don’t shy away from him.

His lips are chaste and cautious on your cheek, as if he were dipping his feet into hot water to test the temperature. You hold the reins, you realise. He’s pausing, allowing the silence to reassure you that there would be an out, that he wouldn’t go any further without permission.

“You already said that I’m spoiled, but…” he tucks his nose further into the swell of your cheek and nuzzles down along the line of your jaw “…I still want more from you”.

Denying him would be to fight a battle you’d already lost. Before you’ve even processed his words you’ve tilted your chin to bare your throat, and he accepts, dragging the flat of his tongue across your skin. You moan, an inaudible exhale of his name, and the purring grows stronger — strong enough that you can feel it reverberate against your jugular.

While his hands wander the length of your body, pawing at the dip of your waist, yours thread into his hair to keep him in place. He shifts his hips impossibly close until they are cradled against your own with his hard cock nestled between your bodies. It’s hot, heavy through the fabric of his sweatpants, and you feel him throb against your stomach as you toy with his ears.

The reality of where this was leading washes over you, thighs rubbing together to instinctively dull the incessant ache between your legs.

“Shou… Shouta, we shouldn’t—”

“Then stop me,” he rasps, the words rough as he rolls his hips forward, “tell me to leave”.

Against better judgement you can’t help but to hold him closer, to wrap your arms around his neck and press yourself forward to give him better friction.

“Have you ever been with… with a…” your brows are taut with frustration as your voice fails you, his hand smoothing over your shorts to knead at your ass.

“A human?” his fingers dip further, lower, “does it matter?”.

You squirm away at his answer, and he chases you with a displeased growl. “Why? Are you jealous?” he asks, roughly hooking an arm under your knee to pull your thigh over his hip. Your bodies align, and he grinds forward, clothed cock pressing against your pussy.

“M’not jealous,” you lie, moving to match his rhythm. The reciprocation pleases him, the harsh defensive lines in his expression softening, jaw slack as he breathes through the pleasure. Heat ebbs through you with every pass of his cock over your clit, the fabric saturated with arousal and clinging to your skin.

“Kiss me”.

He blinks lazily, gaze unfocused, a glimmer of confusion in them. You wondered if it was simply an unexpected request, or if his previous partners had never asked to kiss him at all. But you wanted it, wanted him, in every sense of the word.

“Like this,” you gently take his face into your hands and guide him. The first is innocent, a quiet tribute to the way he’d kissed your cheek, a chance for him to pull away. He inhales with realisation, hips jerking forward as you part his lips, sighing into your mouth.

He mimics your movements intuitively, though he is messy with it, sucking on your tongue and nipping the plush of your lower lip. He’s pleased to see you slick with his spit, to have you grinding on his cock, helpless between the feelings of embarrassment and want.

His tail vibrates around your thigh, “fuck”. The muscles in your belly tighten, lungs filling as you gasp his name, your rhythm dissolving into a short rutting motion. You cum with nails tethered to his shoulders, limbs seizing and locking him against your front, a pitched moan catching in your throat.

There’s no time for shame, because Shouta is already pushing you until you are laid flat on your back, his broad chest smothering you as he reaches to turn on the bedside lamp.

The light bathes him in orange, mingling with the pink spreading along the length of his neck to his cheeks, giving him a peach tint. You drag your gaze across the dark, sparse hair of his chest, all the way down to the trail that leads from his navel beneath the waistband of his pants. The fabric is strained dark where his cock sits.

You’re so lost in admiring him that you forget he can see you, too. It isn’t until his fingers are hooking into your shorts that you realise, hands quickly grasping his wrists with thighs clenching tight to his sides. His ears flatten with irritation, expression predacious and curtained by his hair.

“Don’t hide from me,” he rasps, easily shaking off your grip, “let me have you. Let me see you this time, please”.

“Ok,” you exhale shakily. Saliva pools beneath your tongue as you lift your hips for him, eyes firmly up at the ceiling, feeling the tight material slip down your legs and over your pointed feet. Then he’s there at the apex of your thighs, behind him the silhouette of his tail upright and trembling as he parts your knees.

You watch as his stare lingers on your pussy with warmth blooming in your chest. No one has ever looked so mystified by you. You reach out to trace along his pointed ear, curling to scratch the space behind it. His eyes flutter slightly, leaning blissfully into your hand.

“You’re so wet,” two fingers slide precariously through your folds, collecting your arousal and spreading it over your clit. He’s toying with you, touch fleeting as he barely dips inside of you, pupils dilating until his iris has been swallowed by black.

“Please,” you whine, rolling your hips toward his cock in an effort to entice him. Whether he was inexperienced or just teasing, you couldn’t be totally sure — but it was less that he’d never seen a pussy, just more that he had never seen you. His thumb begins with tight circles, but when the pattern switches to a back and forth rhythm your toes curl, and he notices. Thick fingers sink into you, pulling all the way out just to feel how you beg him to stay, you jolt as they curl upwards and he notices.

He was learning what made you feel good and adapting to it.

Heat floods through your body as he slowly works you open, tail flitting restlessly like he were fighting his own instincts, purr still quiet but constant in his chest. It feels good, too good, paradoxically weightless while your muscles wring tight around his fingers.

Still sensitive from your first, the waves of your second orgasm swell, your cunt pulsing obscenely with each pass of his thumb over your clit. Purposeful and steady with his rhythm, Shouta keeps his fingers moving as he leans forward to press your foreheads together.

“Fuck, I’m so close,” your chest rises and falls, your voice pitched, desperate as you near the crest.

“Can feel it,” the words are breathless and thick in his throat, his eyes half lidded and refusing to blink, lest he miss the expression on your face.

“I want you squeezing around my cock like this,” he rasps, and your muscles pull taut. Your jaw slacks, lips parting to shape around a silent moan, and you cum on his fingers.

Shouta rides you through the following ripples of your orgasm with his face tucked against your throat, purring a few decibels higher than before and the heel of his hand pressed to your clit.

Mine, he’s murmuring, nipping gently where the vein in your jugular sits. Mine, over and over. And when he finally sits back, he slots his fingers into his mouth, lapping hungrily at the taste of you.

You can’t find it in yourself to be embarrassed. It’s hot — he’s hot, and you’re too preoccupied with the cock straining in his sweatpants. He’s big, pulsing as you cup him in your hand, relishing how he chokes as you squeeze.

“Want you,” you tell him, “need you to feel good too”.

He grins then, wide and brilliant, as he uses his strength to suddenly flip you onto all fours. Kneeling behind you his sodden hands find purchase around your waist, leaning his weight forward and pressing you into the mattress, back curved like the spine of a bow as you present yourself to him.

You fold your arms beneath the pillow and your knees slide further apart for him as you feel the head of his cock slide through your folds, the soft wet sounds sharp in your ears. He slaps himself against your entrance.

“Do you have any idea how much I think about this pussy?”

You bury your face into the sheets, flustered, both by his question and his tone. A hand moves to take a handful of your ass, rocking you back onto him, the tip briefly catching. You whine.

“You make it so… hard not to,” he groans, slowly pushing the head of his cock in with his thumb, “I can smell it when you’ve touched yourself. Can hear you, even when you cover your mouth—”

He sinks into you, the press of his cock pushing the air from your lungs. He holds you in the cradle of his pelvis and folds his body over your own, forearms coming to rest either side of your head with lips ghosting the nape of your neck.

“Shouta,” you moan. It’s the only thing you can think of, the only word on your tongue.

“Wanna cum inside you,” he continues like he can’t help himself, grinding his hips in a circular motion against your ass, “want you to give me one more”.

Yes.

“Yes,” you reply breathlessly, rocking back into his movement, “please”.

He’s so close, moulded perfectly along your back, mouth moving against the shell of your ear, groaning obscenely with each long stroke of his cock. He fucks you deeply until you’re collapsing into the mattress, his weight overwhelming and comforting, the new angle indelible.

He unravels you. The intensity is muted, your body limp and suspended in bliss. He pulls out until the tip kisses your folds only to rock forward once more, the force pushing you further up the bed. You’re going to cum again, you realise. It floods through you like the breaking of a dam, trembling hips lifting to exaggerate the downward arch of your back.

Shouta’s pace stutters as your pussy clenches tightly around his cock, fluttering with each wave that rolls through you. One of your arms slips out from beneath the pillows to reach over your shoulder, fingers gently caressing his pointed ear, and a deep rumbling builds in his chest.

You feel it when he cums, his hips slapping against your ass in a final thrust, his growl tapering off into a low, satisfied hum. Eventually the rigidity seeps from his muscles, the subtle undulating of his pelvis slowing to a complete stop as he begins to soften, and you grimace at the sensation of his cum drooling out onto the bedsheets.

Unperturbed, Shouta begins to leave a path of chaste kisses from one shoulder to the other. “We can sleep in my bed,” he quietly offers, rolling you into his embrace.

Finally able to get another good look at him, you take the time to admire the flush of red that has spread across his cheeks, your fingers aimlessly playing with the dark hair on his chest. His tail flicks your calf beneath the covers.

“Well someone needs to eventually,” you reply with tired amusement. And he grins.

Whatever this meant for the two of you — judgement and inner turmoil be damned — you think it’ll turn out alright.

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all-might-can-smash-me · 4 years

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Dad/Family headconons

Masterlist

Aizawa, Taishiro, Toshinori, Sir Nighteye, and Hawks

Aizawa Shouta/Eraserhead

Despite him being that kind of nonchalant, I don’t give a shit about anything kind of person.....he’s a family guy

Loves kids

He just wants you to have a huge army of kids following alongside you hand in hand to visit him at work.

Looks forward to being able to relate to someone else with his quirk

Doesn’t care if they are all girls, all boys, a mixture of both, or even fostering or adopting, he’s for everything

Was kind of afraid to open up about that side of himself when you two got married, but you are all for it too

Feels that he can handle it with your help thanks to having some experience with dealing with his students

Is slapped in the face with shock when you two have your first 2 or 3 kids because infants are, you guessed it, nothing like teens who are all emotional about becoming a prohero

Guess he would be prepared for whenever they would get to their teenage years

Except for periods because he didn’t know anything about them but he’ll probably take the time to learn about it from you

Still happy over his growing army though

Still loves the chaos of it all, plus it’s good to have Aizawa to control their quirks when they start to develop

The chaos also reminds him of his own time in school with his few friends he had....they were always so vibrant and loud unlike him and he kind of envied it (secretly)

Yamada and Kayama (Present Mic and Midnight) loves to visit his little army and spoil them with toys and snacks even if Aizawa disapproved of it

You helped hand out the toys and snacks.....Aizawa could suck it up

Napping piles are normal in this household, so don’t be freaked when you see all of your children curled up or around Aizawa under a pillow fort in the living room.

It breaks his heart everytime though when his kids beg to take a stray cat home and he has to say no....but he’ll end up going back on patrol to feed it and then probably cave in and bring it home anyway

He’ll just shrug off his children’s accusations of him being a ‘hypocrite’ for saying no to their pleas earlier and say something like ‘Well I said you couldn’t do it, nothing about me though’

The tea parties are lit and he’ll crush anyone at a video game

Taishiro Toyomistu/Fatgum

Really never thought about having his own kids until meeting Kirishima and Tamaki

Life was changed FOREVER since meeting them, now he would like to have his own family

It was kind of confusing to finally have the talk of having kids a couple of years into your marriage, but your views on having kids were changed too after meeting the two UA students

He let you on thinking just one or two kids were great, but you didn’t know if you should have been surprised that you were in the hospital room pushing out your 5th child

It was kind of funny to see Taishiro freaking out even if it was his 5th time next to you in labor

Your kids were so use to it they just sat out in the hallway doing their schoolwork or playing games on their iPads as Kirishima and Tamaki watched over them (your labor would always catch them while they were out on patrol)

I picture that all his kids are girls

He uses the excuse “just one more kid, maybe this time it’ll be a boy”, It’s NEVER a boy

I feel that he’s the dad to sneak home McDonald’s fries or ice cream to his kids despite you not liking it

Will take the blame when you catch one of your daughters munching on fries on the way back to her room (daughters will also try to take the blame, but how the heck could girls 13 and younger sneak out all the way to McDonalds)

He’ll also get all his daughters together to bake a cake and also decorate it. The creativity shown by his daughters will always amaze him.

He and his daughters would even clean up the kitchen together...mostly so that you wouldn’t get mad upon seeing the kitchen as a disaster

Gets way into watching Barbie’s Life in the Dream House and secretly really loves our queen Raquelle

All Might/Toshinori Yagi

Just wants one little girl

To spoil her ROTTEN!

Seeing his friend David Sheild’s daughter Melissa grow up and look so happy always made him envious. Young Midoriya also played a huge role in his desire for at least one kid

One child was enough for the two of you and thankfully your first and only child was a girl

Gran Torino will also spoil her rotten along with Sir Nighteye

Will not be embarrassed to be caught sprawled out on the ground with your daughter playing with dolls

He’s actually quite proud of the fact that he doesn’t mind getting down and dirty when it comes to playing with ‘girly’ things with his young daughter unlike other dads

Loves to play Studio Ghibli movies for your daughter.....but Yagi is way more into it

I say this because Toshinori will try to hide his tears while watching My Neighbor Totoro as your daughter is fast asleep on his lap.

He will also sneak in a rated pg-13 hero movie from the United States in when your gone too....and then he’ll act surprise when your daughter would repeat the fowl language she heard in the movie

He would and WILL spend hours on YouTube to learn how to braid hair and put bows in and ribbons

He would bring her to work a lot too to see class 1A in action

Daughter will forever be his ‘baby’, so he HATES the thought of her starting to date and get married.

So when she admitted that the boy ‘Todoroki’ in his class was handsome while heading home one day from his work, he swore off boys....

He wasn’t surprised though, she was always managing to get Todoroki to hold her hand while Toshinori would have class 1A doing scenarios in teams and showing off her hair to him and asking if he noticed anything different.

Todoroki is a good sport, he held her hand and always complimented her hair...

Yeah she was mad at Toshinori and you made him unswear off boys, especially Todoroki

Brings your daughter to work just to brag about how he did her hair to EVERYONE

Mirai Sasaki/Sir Nighteye

Eh....he didn’t want kids, never had the desire tbh

Though something about UA students’ charming personalities making these heroes want families. Mirio got him thinking one kid couldn’t be so bad

You were shocked when he asked to have a kid, but you agreed....after discussing it for awhile to make sure he wanted this

I picture him having one cute, little shy boy

Like the cute little boy with glasses who wears those cute shorts with a bug related shirt that just wants to search for roly-poly in the dirt and grass in the back yard

Very quiet and a bit shy around new people, but is literally the most polite little boy in the WORLD

Nighteye will use his quirk on his son when out looking for bugs to just see if he missed something in the grass or dirt, but that’s as far as he’ll use it

The reason why Nighteye thinks he’s so funny is because your son (and you of course along with mirio) are the only ones who laugh at his jokes, especially your son

Your son finds ANYTHING his dad says or does hilarious. His dad made a gasp of excitement along side his son upon finding a millipede? Instant laughter will follow

Those bouts of laughter from his son is the best feeling in the world to him

Tried to make your son an expert on All Might, but gave up when he came to his conclusion that your son just wasn’t into it.

It was kind of weird at first to find out his son was just simply NOT into heroes, but now he just loves the fact that his son likes what he likes and doesn’t let himself get swayed by others, even his own mom and dad

If you can’t make his little boy, his pride and joy, laugh? Sorry, but don’t talk to Nighteye or his son ever again

He will sit and listen to his little boy go on and on and on and ON about anything and never get bored (or show it). He will sit and listen intently about the cool facts about the bug he found or a plant.

He’d even listen to the longest explanation about a tiny little squiggle on a piece of paper that he drew on if it was being told by his little boy.

Will even put a meeting on hold just to answer a FaceTime from his son from your phone just to listen to him talk about a leaf he made a pressing of....and will sit there with the volume all the way up on his phone too so the others in the room can hear as well.

Will spend all night pinning bugs to a board to frame and label just for your son

Keigo Takami/Hawks

He didn’t even want to date tbh

Though when he met you? The cliche ‘love at first sight’ happened and soon the two of you were married pretty quickly and boy was he a happy man

He didn’t really even want kids either. He just didn’t want to have kids and somehow they end up with a childhood like his that’s not the greatest or most normal, plus he was happy with the little domestic life with you.

But then IT happened. You know, when a mommy and daddy love each other very much and poof, a baby? Yeah....

He was TERRIFIED, but once your first child came into the world, a new sense of happiness sparked within him, like his own eyes opened for the first time to the world

This happened twice more, ending up with his happy family consisting of you, his two boys, and his little girl.

He’s the kind of dad to have his wallet FILLED with pictures of his kids and you. He will shamelessly show them off to fans while on patrol and also to Endeavor....even if he’s seen them a trillion times. Also his office is filled with framed pictures too

He also gets in trouble a lot along with his two boys for playing to rough and loudly within the house by you, especially for flying and being too competitive with video games and ANY activity he would take part in with them.

What can he say? His sons were like the best friends he was never able to have as a kid, he wanted to take in the beauties of having an energetic family

He doesn’t play favorites, but when it comes to his little girl? Sometimes he’ll catch a feeling of her feeling like she’s the odd one out when it comes to her two older brothers and he can relate to that feeling.

So he’ll set aside some dad and daughter time to do the things she likes, like read, color, and draw

He would even let her do his hair with tiny braids and color pieces of clip in hair and many butterfly clips. Keigo would also then wear it out proudly on patrol and check his reflection MULTIPLE times to make sure everything was in place.

He would then shout to the press and paparazzi that his daughter did his hair, showing it off in the process

When the picture would come out with the headliner ‘Hawks’ New Look Thanks to Daughter’ for the news the next day, the look of pride and awe on your daughters face upon looking at the front cover of the magazines and newspapers at the store you and his family would shop at would absolutely melt his heart melt

He’s the first one to pull back the covers to let his children climb in when scared by a thunderstorm or the spooky shadow in their room even if they may be getting ‘too old’ to be doing that...according to Endeavor however, so that information might be wrong

Bribes his kids not to tell you that he entered the house through the window and not the front door

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