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Hiya! I read your platonic shinsou fanfic and I was wondering if you could write a fanfic where y/n (fem please) is a pre-teen and gets adopted into the erasermic family but she has a fear of men, and she struggles to do things because she's worried she would look bad/they might do something. Thank you if you do xxx
You’re Safe Here - Shinsou Hitoshi
A/N: Now that I’ve written this entire thing, I’ve realized my dyslexic self read your request as mainly Shinsou. I feel stupid. I’m so sorry lol. If you’d like me to rewrite this I will. I was going to but I really like how this turned out. Please forgive me <3 I also used the prompts below that I found because I thought they’d fit the request.
Prompt/s Used: Lighting whumpee’s favorite candles, or listening to their favorite music, to tell whumpee that the space is theirs and that it will always be safe. / You don’t have to tell me. But if you do decide you want to. I’ll be here. / You don’t feel safe here, do you?
After being tossed between foster homes for so long, you should be ecstatic to finally be adopted, right? Except you weren’t. You were petrified, to be honest. Usually, you’d meet your supposed new adoptive family and spend time with them while papers and forms were filed and signed, or at least that’s what you’d heard from other foster children throughout the years. But for some reason you were told to back your bags one day to meet your new family. And to top it all off, you were being adopted into a house consisting of only men.
It was a childish fear, to be afraid of almost every male on the planet, but it’s not like you can help it. Men from your past weren’t kind to you, resulting in an aversion to guys of almost every age. You avoided them when you could, fearing they would criticize you, or worse, use you. Being a young female in today’s society isn’t always easy, and you thought it would be safer to just avoid men as best you could.
You met your new fathers first. They were the ones to pick you up from the park where they agreed to meet you with your social worker. They seemed nice enough, but you couldn’t help but hide behind your social worker as they approached you.
“Excuse her,” your social worker smiled. “She’s a bit weary around men.”
“That’s alright!” The one with blonde hair smiled widely. “We understand!” The man was practically vibrating with excitement. So much so the man behind him had to place a hand on his shoulder. “Calm down, Hizashi. You are going to overwhelm her.”
You shot the black haired one a grateful look, thankful for his calmness. You were overwhelmed with anxiety and fear, and you couldn’t help but fear the blonde.
“I’m Shouta. Shouta Aizawa,” the second man said, crouching down a few feet in front of you.
“And I’m Hizashi Yamada!” The blonde smiled brightly, standing beside Aizawa.
Shouta slowly extended a hand out towards you, offering a small smile. “I understand that this is very overwhelming for you. A lot of new changes and new scenery, and I understand you are a bit afraid. How you feel is valid, I promise you. We will be here every step of the way to help you through it.”
You looked between the two men, then to your social worker. She just smiled and nodded encouragingly. Taking a deep breath, you slowly reached out and took Aizawa’s hand. That’s when your social worker patted your shoulder, then voiced that she’d be taking her leave now that you were in the hands of your new caretakers. Your breathing hitched as you watched her leave, panic slowly taking over your body. You jerked your hand back from Aizawa, pulling it to your chest without any thought, too caught up in trying to suppress an oncoming anxiety attack.
“That’s alright, you don’t have to touch me yet. That’s ok, take your time,” Aizawa said calmly. Both him and Hizashi started to notice your growing panic, glancing quickly at each other before Aizawa stood.
“Hey, why don’t we sit, yeah?” Hizashi offered, worry clear in his eyes. You nodded sharply, slowly following Hizashi over to a bench. He let you sit down before asking, “Can I sit over here?” He motioned to the other end of the bench and you nodded. You pulled your knees up to your chest, closing your eyes to concentrate on your breathing.
Eventually you evened out your breathing and calmed your nerves ever so slightly. Uncurling yourself, you stood as you took in one last deep breath. Aizawa was sitting in front of you again, watching you closely. So was Hizashi.
“I’m sorry,” you mumbled. “I’m ok now.”
The two men also stood. “Don’t apologize,” Aizawa said softly. “Take as much time as you need. We can sit here longer if you’d like?” You shook your head.
“You’re sure?” Hizashi asked and you nodded in response.
“Let’s get you home then.”
You followed them to their car, freezing as Hizashi opened the door for you. You began to shake slightly again. Getting into the car encloses you with two men whom you barely knew. Needless to say, you were uncomfortable.
“Would you feel more comfortable if we walked?” Aizawa offered from the driver’s side of the car. “We aren’t too terribly far, it shouldn’t take too long. Would you feel safer if we walked?”
After thinking about it, you mumbled a quiet, “Can we?”
Hizashi responded, “Of course!” He turned to his husband. “I can come get the car later after patrol.”
You met their son later that night once dinner was served. It took a while to get used to the thought that you had a family now, and you spent several hours on the couch in the living room trying to grasp the fact that you were now living with three men. It calms your nerves to know that Aizawa and Hizashi were pro-heros, and their son was a hero-in-training, but that didn’t mean you were still on edge. You knew very little about your new family, and until then you would hypothetically sleep with one eye open.
Shinsou seemed nice enough, and he even watched whatever you wanted while your new fathers got ready for patrol. You assured them that you would be alright staying behind with Shinsou, and they apologized profusely for not being able to get out of work for the night.
Once they had left, it was just you and Shinsou sitting in the living room. You were curled up on one end of the couch, and he was at the other end, giving you your space. You couldn’t help but watch him out of the corner of your eye, afraid he may make a move when you weren’t looking. The purple-haired boy noticed your staring, then turned his gaze from the tv to you.
“You don’t feel safe here, do you?” He asked. His question caught you off guard, and you didn’t answer. “Dad and Pa told me that you may be on edge for a while, that you had an aversion to males. I can only assume it has to do with childhood trauma? You don’t have to tell me. But if you do decide you want to. I’ll be here. I’m a good listener, and I don’t know, I always find it easier to talk to people closer to my age. And if there’s anything I can do to help this transition be smoother for you, please tell me.”
Tears brimmed your eyes as you looked away, nodding. “I think I’m going to go take a shower,” you said as you stood, hugging yourself tightly.
Shinsou nodded, eyes softening. “Ok. Do you remember where the bathroom is?” He helped you find everything you needed, even offering you a pair of his sweatpants and an old shirt to change into.
You took your time in the shower, even taking a moment to sit and cry. It had been a long and tiring day. You were so excited to have a permanent home, but still nervous given the situation. Once you had composed yourself, you stepped out of the shower and got dressed.
The house was silent as you stepped out of the bathroom, just as it was before. You could hear the TV in the living room where you assumed Shinsou still sat on the couch. Except when you entered the hallway, you could hear music coming from further down the hall. You made your way to your new room, not thinking much of it. Shinsou’s room was across the hall, so it could have been him.
You pushed your door open, standing still in the doorway when you took in the room. Your stuff was still sitting on the end of your bed, except now there was a lit candle on your night stand. And the music was coming from your room. A laptop sat open on the small desk in your room, spotify open and playing your favorite music artist.
“I hope you don’t mind,” Hitoshi said behind you. You turned around to see him standing in the hallway. “Dad and Pa had a list of things you like, so I looked at it.” He smiled softly, putting his hands in his pockets. “I-I wanted you to know that this is your space. You’re safe here. So,” he chuckled, “the candle is, uh, it’s (fav. scent). And I made that playlist while you were in the shower.”
Your eyes welled with tears again. You couldn’t believe how thoughtful Hitoshi was.
“I’m adopted, too, and it was difficult for me at first. And dad did something similar for me. It helped me so I thought it’d help you.”
Shinsou froze as you dove into him, hugging him tightly. He snapped out of it quickly, though, and hugged you back just as tight.
“Thank you,” you cried into his shirt. “Thank you, Hitoshi.”
He smiled, so proud of you hugging him despite your fear. “Of course. Anything for my new sister.”
#comfort#bnha#x reader#bnha comfort#platonic#bnha fluff#aizawa#aizawa shouta#shouta aizawa#dadzawa#dadmic#erasermic comfort#found family#aizawa and shinsou#shinsou x reader#shinsou hitoshi#hitoshi shinsou#my hero academia shinsou#shinsou comfort#shinsou x reader comfort
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Dadzawa Headcanon for Student Athlete!
Okay, so imagine you're a student at UA who also does sports after school, be that ice skating, soccer, baseball, swimming, etc.
As soon as you were dismissed from class, you'd book it over to practice, all of your gear stored in your backpack. You'd work hard and return back to the dorms between 7:00 and 8:00, your classmates asking where you'd gone.
You often used the excuse that you visited your parents, or went to hang out with some other friends. It was ironic since you had no friends outside of UA, and your parents lived overseas for their jobs.
Mr. Aizawa notices one day that you're looking more worn out than usual. It just so happened to be the morning right after a very late competition, not that you'd ever tell him that. When he asks, you just tell him you'll get more sleep that night and arrive refreshed for class tomorrow, which thankfully, you do.
He shrugs it off at first, but when he notices this happening every week or so, he's suspicious, especially when you're always tired on the same day of the week.
One day, Mr. Aizawa decides to investigate. After he dismisses the class, he waits a few minutes before following you in his car.
At first, he's confused to see you running in the opposite direction of the dorms, still in your school uniform. Before he can scold you, he sees you arrive at your coach's specified practice location.
Mr. Aizawa parks his car and waits for a little until practice starts. He remains a fair distance away and watches you with awe, though it wasn't shown on his face. He began to wonder why you'd kept this talent such a secret.
After practice ends and you leave, Mr. Aizawa approaches the coach and asks for the competition schedule. It's safe to say you were surprised to see your entire high school class cheering you on at the next event.
From that point forward, Mr. Aizawa makes sure he's always there to pick you up from practice. He also makes sure there's at least four of your classmates at every competition, if not, more.
#my hero academia#aizawa comfort#anime#mha#dadzawa x reader#dadzawa#aizawa x student reader#aizawa#eraserhead#erasermic#aizawa shouta#bnha shouta aizawa#shouta aizawa x reader
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I LOVE THEM I LOVE THEM I LOVE THEM I
(quietly realizing i forgot to give mic’s other hand black nails but who tf cares!!!11!!!!1!!!!!) (also idk how to draw hearing aids!!!!!!!!!!! or ears!!!!!!!!!!!!!)
#erasermic#present mic#eraserhead#aizawa shouta#yamada hizashi#aizawa x hizashi#my hero academia#boku no hero#my hero academia fanart#I LOVE THEM SM#THE MEN#THE LEGENDS#THE KISS AND COMFORT AND DO THINGS TOGETHER#HUSBANDS FRFR#OMGDGAGDAGSJHjbmnb#im ok im ok im ok im ok#i dont even know much about them still#just that their friends died and like...... shit ig....
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quick doodle of shinsou and his dad... been thinking of them recently. i miss them :[
#i want them to be happy#im not even following bnha anymore i just make sure i know whats going on with the erasermic family LOL#love reading aizawa adopting shinsou fics :] my comfort fics#boku no hero academia#my hero academia#bnha#mha#aizawa shouta#aizawa shota#shinsou hitoshi#shinso hitoshi#my art
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comfort ships are so weird cause my entire mental state is dependent on two characters smooching
#it would be nice if they were canon#or alive#either one i'm not picky#otp things#imagine your otp#otp#erasermic#dekuocha#comfort#so happy i get to finally tag this with the original culprit#thatcheruth#thatchruth#truther
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The Aizawas
(Part of the Aizawa-Yamada Family series)
When a villain attack occurs during a family outing in town, Present Mic and Eraserhead jump into action to save lives, leaving Hitoshi to stay back and stay safe. He gets lost in the rushing crowd, however, and ends up bumping into a couple who look eerily like Shouta...
Shouta is extremely resistant to the idea of his parents entering his adopted son's life. They were absent, neglectful parents who left Shouta to fend for himself growing up so they wouldn't have to be parents. He has sworn since the day he began fostering (and later adopted) Hitoshi that he would do everything that his own parents did not, being present in his son's life and letting him know he is loved, so when his parents announce that they want to built a relationship with not only his son, but him as well, Shouta is against the idea. But Hitoshi sees the conflict in his Dad's eyes, knowing that despite outwardly being stoic and indifferent to the situation, he's hurting inside, and sets about trying to make things right in this tense situation.
Read it here.
#ravenrissa#my hero academia#bnha#boku no hero academia#mha#fanfiction#shinsou hitoshi#fanfic#read on ao3#eraserhead#erasermic family#erasermic#shinson#dadzawa#dad mic#angst#hurt/comfort#aizawa yamada family#aizawa shouta#present mic#hizashi yamada#kid fic
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Sir Please Stop Smiling at the Kids
sir, please stop smiling at the kids
by halfyon
Shouta and Hizashi compete against each other to see who can rescue more kids without causing them acute distress. Winner gets to decided if they get a cat or a dog as their first pet.
They end up with Izuku instead.
OR: Shouta gets extremely attached to the first kid that doesn't scream or cry when he smiles at them.
Words: 3667, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Series: Part 15 of Proof That Aizawa Shouta Has a Heart
Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: Gen
Characters: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Midoriya Izuku, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic
Relationships: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead & Midoriya Izuku, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Midoriya Izuku & Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic
Additional Tags: Fluff, Angst, Parental Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Parental Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead | Dadzawa, Hurt/Comfort, Hurt Midoriya Izuku, Kidnapped Midoriya Izuku, Quirkless Midoriya Izuku, Protective Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Kid Midoriya Izuku, Child Abandonment, Married Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic
Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48120781
#AO3 Feed#FanFiction#AO3 Dadzawa#♥#Erasermic#Izuku Midoriya#R:T#A:Halfyon#Quirkless AU#Dadzawa#Dad Mic#Hurt Comfort#Fluff#Angst
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#erasermic#sketch#shouta aizawa#hizashi yamada#boku no hero academia fanart#shit's weird man#I feel strange doing all of this fan art recently like I'm annoying the people who have followed me prior to this obsession#like I don't want to chase anyone off by making them think I'm changing subject matter forever#and I know the people who matter would stick around no matter what#but stilllll it's a feeling#the truth is that I haven't drawn this much in a long time and it's not just quantity#I'm legitimately inspired by these characters and they're becoming a comfort just to doodle#I have so many ideas written down that I'd like to draw around bnha and especially shouta#it's just such a cool world and they're such neat characters#bye that's my 3 am introspective please don't leave me
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Got forced to attend a party n socialise
Its TORTURE
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Hizashi is the one who finds out Shinsou is an Eraserhead fanboy because he has a pair of homemade Eraserhead goggles from his childhood and Hizashi saw them peeking out of his bag once and rather literally screeched with delight and Shinsou was just deer in the headlights frozen on the spot
#bnha#erasermic family#he carried the goggles around as a comfort thing#and just genuinely forgot he had them in his bag#he wants the ground to swallow him whole Right Now but it never happens rip#don't worry shinsou aizawa is just as flustered as you when mic sends him pics
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Comfortable Spaces
“Mic-sensei,” Shinsou says, doing his best to keep his voice flat and unaffected in front of other students. “I have a question. About the course work.”
He’s sure that Mic-sensei sees through him immediately, but at least his general studies classmates likely won’t. Mic’s eyes are far too wise for comfort behind his glasses when he looks at Shinsou.
“Sure, listener! What’s your question?” Mic asks. His full attention is on Shinsou and they both wait while the last of Shinsou’s classmates file out of the room.
“Is he okay?,” Shinsou asks. His voice is a little quieter than usual, but he holds eye contact with Mic-sensei without any visible discomfort.
“He’s fine, Shinsou. It’s just a migraine. He tried his best to come to class today, but he can hardly see straight. He’ll probably be back tomorrow or the day after. He said you could use today as a rest day, didn’t he?”
“Yes, he did.” Shinsou pauses, mildly confused. “Why?”
“Well, I would suggest you use today to rest. Maybe you can even convince someone else to rest, too. You better get to your next class. Do you need a note?”
Shinsou is absolutely positive that his face is on fire. His heart is racing, and he’s pretty sure he stopped breathing, too. Mic-sensei knows. Does Aizawa-sensei know, too? Does Aizawa-sensei know that Mic-sensei knows?
“Shinsou, did you need a note?” Mic-sensei asks again, completely composed, without so much as a blink.
Hitoshi takes a breath, far too deep and burning. His eyes water at the sensation and he quickly shakes his head before fleeing the classroom.
Hizashi is mildly concerned about Shinsou passing out from a panic attack when he flees the classroom, but he seems to have been alright. Shouta is probably going to murder him for heavily implying that Shinsou should go see him. Hizashi isn’t sure how intimidated he is by that notion today. Not when Aizawa was worried about Shinsou not taking his absence well, and Shinsou is clearly not taking his absence well. They both need to get some sleep anyway, so hopefully Shinsou will take his advice.
Hizashi purses his lips, realizing that Shinsou is probably going to need another little push to get him to go over to Aizawa’s. He picks up his classroom phone to make a call. Maybe he could ensure that the two of them got a decent meal.
Shinsou is nervous when he quietly opens the door to Aizawa’s apartment. It’s almost never locked when Aizawa is home, and now is no exception. It’s irresponsible of Aizawa-sensei to leave his home vulnerable when he’s not feeling well, but it’s Aizawa-sensei, so it’s not really surprising.
He does his best to keep his breathing calm, even as his heart is clearly trying to be heard over the soft buzz of electronics in the otherwise quiet apartment. He slips his shoes off and walks into the kitchen, glancing to the living area couch.
There’s an abandoned nest of blankets there, evidence that Aizawa is around somewhere. Hitoshi silently moves through the apartment to Aizawa’s room, where he spots his mentor laid out on his back, one arm draped over his eyes.
“I told you to take a rest day,” Aizawa-sensei lifts his arm just enough to make eye contact with Shinsou in the warm, hazy light that filters in through the curtained windows. His voice is rough, and it’s obvious that he’s still in pain. Shinsou’s chest constricts. His mentor has never let his guard down like this with him.
“Mic-sensei and Midnight-sensei seemed pretty convinced that I would be able to convince you to eat something.” Shinsou responds as quietly as he can from the doorway. “I brought some stir fry. Midnight-sensei sent some coffee, too. Not prepared, just - for tomorrow.”
“Guess that means I have to get up.” Aizawa heaves a sigh.
“I could bring it to you, if you want.”
“I don’t usually eat in bed.”
“It might be a good time for an exception.”
“Cute. Go pick out a movie, and I’ll be there in a minute.”
Shinsou’s face is on fire all over again. He moves back to the kitchen just as quietly as he’d gone looking for Aizawa.
He’s set up a couple of plates of stir fry, gotten some water, and pain meds for Aizawa by the time he emerges from his room, slowly maneuvering himself down the hall. He watches out of the corner of his eye while pulling up Howl’s Moving Castle.
“This one again?,” Aizawa asks without judgment while settling himself on the couch.
“I like this one,” Shinsou mumbles, plainly pouting. “I can change it. You’re the sick one, you should get final say.”
“It’s fine, Shinsou,” Aizawa reaches for the glass of water set on the coffee table in front of him.
“Take the meds, too, please?”
Aizawa groans, but picks up the little pills from the table as well. He looks at Shinsou with raised brows, silently asking if he’s pleased. Shinsou looks back, unimpressed, until Aizawa actually takes the medication.
They both settle into the couch with their meals while the film starts, and Shinsou’s nerves calm as familiar music washes over him. When their meals are finished, Shinsou plucks the empty plate from Aizawa’s hands before he can make a move to get up.
By the time Shinsou is finished cleaning up the kitchen and refilling Aizawa’s water, Aizawa has curled up on the couch under a blanket, and the sun is starting to set.
“Are you feeling better?” Shinsou asks before hitting play on the paused film. He tries to be unassuming about it, to keep his voice mostly unconcerned, but if the look on Aizawa’s face is anything to go by, it doesn’t work.
“Come here, Toshi,” Aizawa yawns and lifts one side of his blanket. Shinsou’s blushing again, and hoping that the room is dark enough that Aizawa can’t see it.
He does as instructed while he grumbles softly about the unfairness of using nicknames. Aizawa hides a grin while Shinsou gets settled against his side. Maybe it was a little unfair to use the nickname, but Aizawa knows Shinsou will do anything when he calls him Toshi and he’s clearly exhausted, probably from the anxiety that he tries to pretend doesn’t plague him.
“I’m just fine,” Aizawa assures him, tucking the blanket around Shinsou before wrapping an arm around his shoulders. “I was getting better before you got here, but the food, the water, the meds all helped. Thank you for taking care of me.” Aizawa squeezes Hitoshi’s shoulders closer, and before he can think too much about it, presses a kiss to his favorite student’s hairline.
Shinsou’s eyes are as wide as saucers and he’s sure he’s grinning like a fool, curled against his mentor, his favorite person in the world. These moments are the ones he lives for, when Aizawa offers him affection that he’s hardly gotten anywhere else. Aizawa never comments on Shinsou’s eager acceptance, but always makes sure to ruffle his hair, or pull him into a short hug after training. These moments, though, when Aizawa decides it’s time for a break, and they get to exist together quietly, are special.
The movie plays on, and Shinsou is dangerously comfortable, tucked into Aizawa’s side under a warm blanket. His nerves are truly calm for the first time all day, he’s warm, the feeling of another person against him is comfortable. Aizawa’s steady presence is always a comfort and he’s done for when Aizawa starts absentmindedly running fingers through his hair. Exhaustion takes over entirely by the time the credits start rolling and Shinsou is a dead weight against Aizawa.
Aizawa finds himself hard pressed to keep his own eyes open, and Shinsou looks so peaceful, he can’t find it in himself to wake him up. So, Aizawa carefully shifts to a more comfortable position and allows himself to sleep.
A few hours later, Hizashi quietly opens the door to the apartment that he shares with Shouta. The exact scene he was hoping for greets him in the living room, Shouta and Shinsou curled together on the couch, deep asleep.
He snaps a quick photo before gently nudging Shouta awake. In careful silence, he gathers Shinsou up in his arms and motions for Shouta to follow. Shinsou isn’t typically a deep sleeper, but he always seems to sleep well enough here with the two of them, and he doesn’t so much as twitch while Hizashi tucks him into the bed he normally shares with Shouta before excusing himself to shower.
Shouta has Shinsou pulled against his chest and is already back to sleep when he returns. He watches them with fondness for a minute before sliding into the bed on Shouta’s other side. He mimics Shouta’s position, curling himself around the other man.
Morning comes far too quickly, but Hizashi pops up from bed when the alarm goes off. Shouta and Shinsou whine in sync, but slowly start to move while Hizashi herds them into the kitchen. Shinsou starts on making the coffee that Nemuri sent with him the day before. Shouta pulls leftover stir fry from the fridge and bentos from the cabinet while Hizashi turns on music before starting on making breakfast.
He loves these mornings, when Shinsou is still too sleepy and comfortable to be anxious. He reminds Hizashi so much of Shouta when they were teenagers, it’s a relief, to be able to be a safe place, a safe person for Shinsou to be around.
“You’re very quiet. Do you have a migraine now?” Shinsou asks softly, voice thick with sleep while he pouts at Hizashi. Hizashi gladly wraps Shinsou in a hug.
“Nope! Just felt like a quiet morning,” Hizashi grins down at the teenager who gives up on wiggling out of his grip to get to the coffee and leans on Hizashi instead.
“Okay.”
Hizashi is pretty sure this interaction will make Shinsou anxious later, but every minute of comfort he can offer, he will. It certainly doesn’t hurt that when Hizashi does manage to wrap Shinsou in hugs, it makes Shouta jealous enough to bully his way into it as well. It’s a bit like herding cats, really, but he can’t complain when he has his two favorite listeners cozy and warm in his arms.
It’s been a couple of weeks since Shinsou fell asleep pressed against his mentor, and his perpetual exhaustion has been exacerbated by a flare up in his insomnia. He’s processing everything slower and it feels like his mind is operating through cold maple syrup.
It’s impossible not to notice, and Shinsou is sure that Aizawa is going to berate him for not getting enough rest, mostly because he’s berating himself for not getting enough rest.
He’s surprised when he meets Aizawa in their usual spot to find both Aizawa and Yamada standing there with their things, looking ready to go home.
“Today we’re resting.” Aizawa tells his perplexed student without an ounce of hesitation. He takes Shinsou’s bag, and leads him to Yamada’s car. “We can watch Howl’s Moving Castle, if you want.”
“Again?,” Yamada sounds shocked, looking at Shinsou who ducks his head. “Well, Howl’s Moving Castle it is.”
“And maybe some coffee?”
“NO!” Yamada looks scandalized. “Rest, not coffee. Shouta! What are you teaching him? Next thing you know, he’s going to be asking for jelly packs.”
“Oh, do you have a mango one?” Shinsou asks with a straight face.
“Shouta!”
“He’s joking.” There’s a pause. “He prefers the strawberry one.”
“Shouta!”
#aizawa shouta#eraserhead#shinsou hitoshi#yamada hizashi#present mic#literal sleeping together#my hero acedamia#boku no hero academia#shinzawa#shinzawamic#erasermic#migraines#comfort
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Hi there! This is my first request here and uh.. I really like your stuff... 👉👈..
I was wondering if it would be okay to ask for your interpretation or a story thing on erasermic (accidentally) adopting a very shy, and light self harming/deprecating deaf kid?
If it's not too much to ask!! I don't know how to do this I don't wish to over step ^^'''
Thank you ^^
You’ll Fit Right In - EraserMic
A/N: Man I am such a sucker for erasermic comfort!! So, hello! I’m really glad you like my writings! And I’m so glad you requested this because I love writing for erasermic but I basically trauma dump in every erasermic fic I post (including the one I’ve been working on in my free time…). I hope you really like this one!
Warnings: bad childhood, sh, self-deprecation
Aizawa and Hizashi weren't planning on adopting another child. They already had Shinsou, afterall, and Eraserhead was listed as one of Eri’s guardians, so she was around from time to time. But they couldn’t resist bringing you into their home.
You had a past much like Eri’s, except instead of being experimented on by a group of villains, you had been experimented on by the Commission. They wanted to try and create the perfect hero, but in the end they only messed up your quirk and caused you to go deaf. Hizashi and Aizawa were on the team that was sent in to rescue you. If you were honest, the only reason you went with them was because Hizashi knew JSl, and he was able to communicate with you way better than the Commission ever could.
When the two heroes found out you had no remaining relatives, they immediately asked for adoption papers. You tried to tell them that they didn’t have to keep you around, but they wouldn’t have it. They explained that they didn’t want to throw you to some foster home who didn’t know how to care for you, and that they already had experience handling situations like this.
So here you were, living with Eraserhead, Present Mic, and Shinsou, with the occasional visit from Eri. As expected, there were some bumps and setbacks. You were very shy, and meeting so many new people at once stressed you out. You went from living in a small, sectioned off room the size of a storage closet to a house with your own giant bed room that you could decorate any way you wanted. You sat down every meal with your new family, and eventually you had to get to know them.
Aizawa was the first one to notice your scars. You were sitting next to him on the couch as he graded papers. You had a cat in your lap, petting it gently as you read a book. Some would say Aizawa looked over at the wrong time, but he’d argue otherwise. The cat in your lap was pushing up the hem of your sleeve, and the teacher beside you could see thin, angry, red lines along your arm.
It startled him at first, and then it didn’t. He should have figured you would result in something like this. He tried so hard to make sure Eri didn’t harm herself, but he never thought to talk to you about this unhealthy coping mechanism. Shouta gently took your hand with his, turning it ever so slightly to get a better look at your wounds.
His touch caught your attention, and when you looked up at him, he looked at you with something between worry and distress. That’s when you realized that he had seen your arm. Tears immediately welled up in your eyes.
‘Y/N,’ Aizawa signed to you. ‘Let me help you. Tell me what’s wrong.’
You sniffled, then wiped your eyes with your other sleeve. ‘I’m not worth your time.’
You could have sworn Aizawa’s eyes glowed red for a split second. Now he’s angry with you, you thought to yourself. You’ve surely done it now. You wanted to look away but Aizawa began signing again. ‘That’s not true, Y/N. You are worth our time. We want you here.” His thumb lightly grazed your cuts again. ‘Please, let me know when you feel like doing this.” Shouta’s hand stalled for a moment. ‘I struggled with it too, when I was in high school and I lost someone very close to me. I know how to help you, you just have to let me.’
You may be very shy, but so is Aizawa. And you may be a bit self deprecating but so was Shinsou, and Aizawa and Hizashi could help with that. And for your unhealthy coping mechanisms, all three of them had dealt with. You just need to let them in, let them help you, and you’ll be alright in the end :)
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I hope my comfort characters are acting deliciously right now. Perhaps being cozy and relaxed. Perhaps acting *a fool*. I hope they keep it up.
Somebody has to, because I sure ain’t having a good time right now
#comfort character#hnnnnng#erasermic#eraserhead#yamada hizashi#ouchie#gaaaaaay#gaaaaah#why am i like this
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#AO3 Link#FanFiction#AO3 Shindeku#♡#Shindeku#Erasermic·#⚣#R:G#A:Quirky Chibi#Dadzawa#Pokémon AU#Sick Fic#Hurt Comfort#Fluff
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bnha hurt/comfort alphabet challenge (i know, new content, i'm shocked too), letter w: worry
fandom: bnha
summary: in which hizashi comes home to a scared little girl and a hurting husband.
warnings: angst, chronic pain, hero life bullshit
happy reading, please enjoy!
Hizashi has just introduced the next song – Toxic, because he feels like being a stereotypical Americanized gay man tonight, and it’s his show – when his phone buzzes in his pocket. He frowns as he pulls it out and pushes himself away from his equipment with a kick to the table. It’s late so the kids should be sleeping, and Shouta is at work, and no one else has any reason to call him while he’s on air. So to say he’s a little confused would be a bit of an understatement.
That confusion morphs into concern as soon as he takes a look at the caller ID; Hitoshi should be either asleep or studying for that first aid course he's taking, or perhaps training though Hizashi hopes he isn’t – his ribs are still healing from a mission last week –, so for him to be calling has Hizashi immediately afraid that something is wrong with Eri. Hitoshi isn’t really one for phone calls in the first place, preferring texting much like Shouta does, and therefore Hizashi thinks he’s fairly justified in his worry.
He makes sure his microphone is off, and taps the screen to accept the call.
“Hey there,” he greets, trying to keep the concern from his voice. He’s pretty sure he doesn’t really succeed.
It turns out not to matter, though, because evidently all his worry is totally and completely one hundred percent warranted.
“Hi,” Hitoshi starts, and Hizashi can immediately tell that something is wrong even before Hitoshi says anything else – his tone is tight, distress easily identifiable through the phone even though he’s obviously trying to conceal it. “Sorry, I know Hands Up isn’t over yet, but can you come home?” and Hizashi does not need to be told twice. His heart throws itself against his ribcage and he’s reaching for his backup song list before he even realizes he’s doing it.
“I can absolutely do that, why, what’s wrong? Is Eri okay? Are you okay? The cats?” he lists, frantic enough that he can recognize it in his voice and under his skin. He spots a notebook and shoves it into his bag.
“What? Yeah, I’m fine, the cats are fine, Eri is, well, she’s upset but I think I have a handle on that? I put her on a video call with Denki, should distract her for a while,” Hitoshi explains, but the tension in his voice hasn’t gone anywhere. Hizashi thinks the words should make him less anxious, but somehow the dread pooling in his stomach just expands.
“What’s going on, then? Wait, why is Eri upset? Did something happen?” Hizashi presses on his way out of his studio as he flags down his assistant and hands them his work iPad with the playlist pulled up. They raise a brow, questioning, but take the offered device. Family emergency, Hizashi mouths, gesturing at his phone, and they nod in understanding before turning towards his studio. It always sucks when he can't do song requests through the night, but that's why the backup list exists, and there's a prerecorded apology that's usually played when he has to take off.
“It’s, uh. Dad came home about fifteen minutes ago.”
continue on ao3
#bnha fanfiction#erasermic#erasermic family#aizawa shouta#yamada hizashi#hurt/comfort#whump fanfiction#my writing#fanfiction
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