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Dissociation- Shinsou Comfort
A/N: I've been daydreaming and dissociating really bad, so I wrote this.
Hitoshi Shinsou walked into the kitchen to grab himself a drink, when he noticed you out of the corner of his eye. You were sitting at the kitchen table, homework surrounding you. He knew you had been working for a while, having helped you an hour or so ago. But now you were simply just sitting there, hands flat on the table. Your eyes were glazed over as you stared off into space. Hitoshi knew what you were doing. Aizawa and Hizashi had told him that you would dissociate a lot as a coping mechanism. Your therapist had given your dads ways to keep you from doing this.
Hitoshi frowned slightly, stepping out of the kitchen and into the living room. He took his phone from his pocket and called Aizawa.
“Hello?” the man’s gruff voice came from the other end of the line.
“Hey, dad,” Shinsou greeted quietly.
“Is everything ok?” Aizawa asked.
Shinsou sighed. “Yeah, yeah I think so? I just, I think N/N is dissociating. Do I need to do something?”
The boy could hear his dad sigh as well. “Yeah, you need to pull them out of it. Their therapist said that dissociating as much as they do isn’t helpful and we should try to prevent it.”
“Sorry,” Shinsou said. “I didn’t know it was going to happen. They were doing homework in the kitchen.”
“It’s alright, it’s not your fault,” Aizawa comforted. “Just pull them out of it.”
“How do I do that?”
“Start verbally. Say their name, try and talk to them. If they don’t respond, then try physical touch. A hand on their shoulder, or pulling them back. Anything to move them or snap them out of their dissociation.”
“Ok, I’ll try that.” Shinsou looked back to you, still unmoving with hazy eyes. “Thanks dad.”
“No problem. Call me back if something happens.”
Shinsou and Aizawa said their goodbyes and Hitoshi slipped his phone back into his pocket. He slowly stepped towards you, then stood beside you. “Y/N?”” he called softly. “You with me?” You didn’t move, let alone show any sign you knew he was there. He sighed softly, then placed a hand on your shoulder. You still didn’t snap. “You’re in deep, aren’t you?” Shinsou muttered.
He moved around the back of the chair you were sitting in, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and pulling you back to rest against the back of the chair. He smiled softly when you slowly inhaled, then sighed quickly. “Hello, Toshi,” you muttered. Your head fell back to rest against the back of the chair.
“Hey,” he responded, keeping his arms around you. “Everything ok?”
“Mhm,” you hummed, eyes closing. You tried to lean forward but Hitoshi held you up. “Just need a minute.”
“A minute to sleep? Or a minute to dissociate?”
“To dissociate.”
“I’m sorry--” Tears immediately fell down your cheeks at Shinsou’s words. He quickly moved to kneel beside you. “Hey, hey, don’t cry,” he cooed softly.
“I just need a minute,” you said shakily.
“Y/N, you’ve been out for a while. And it took several attempts for me to snap you out of it,” Shinsou said. “Dissociation is a trauma response, ok? Letting yourself dissociate isn’t healthy. Why don’t we try something else, yeah? Something to distract you.”
You shook your head, wiping at your tears. “No, Hitoshi. I don’t want a distraction. I’m tired. Just give me a minute.”
Shinsou stood, and took your hands to pull you to your feet. “I can’t, I’m sorry. Here, come with me.” He slowly led you into the living room and guided you to sit beside him on the couch. He pulled a blanket off the back of the couch and draped it over you. “You need a break.”
“No I don’t,” you cried. “I need to get work done. I---”
“N/N,” Shinsou said calmly. “Dissociation is a trauma response. So something triggered you and that’s why you feel this way. So now you’re going to sleep. Ok?”
You shook your head. “I don’t want to. No. Not until dad or papa comes home.”
“It’s going to be a while before they get home. I can stay here if it’ll make you feel safer,” Shinsou offered. You shook your head, burying your face in your knees. He rested a hand on your back, rubbing it gently. “You don’t feel safe. Ok, it’s ok.” He was connecting the dots, and then he pulled his phone back out and pulled up Aizawa’s contact again. “I can call dad. Would that make you feel safer?” When you nodded, he immediately hit the dial button.
“Hello?”
“Hey, dad,” Shinsou said quickly. “It didn’t go well. I’m trying to get them to sleep instead of dissociating. They’re kinda really panicky right now. They don’t want to sleep until you or papa get home.”
“Alright, can you put me on speaker?” Aizawa’s voice was softer now. Shinsou put his phone on speaker and held it between the two of you.
“You’re on.”
“Hey Y/N,” Aizawa said softly. “Can you hear me?”
You lifted your head slightly and nodded. Shinsou spoke for you. “Yeah, she can.”
“It’s ok,” Shouta cood. “You’re home with Toshi, yeah?”
You whimpered a soft, “yeah.”
“And you’re safe. Toshi’s with you, and I can promise you he won’t let anyone hurt you. Including yourself. He’ll stay with you until I get home, or Hizashi gets home. So you can sleep. You’ll be ok.” You looked at Hitoshi with watery eyes. “Trust me honey, I trained him. He’s as good as I am.” You nodded.
“Ok.” You were slightly calmer now. “Toshi’s ok?”
“Toshi’s ok.”
“When will you be home?”
“Later tonight honey. I still have a few hours left of patrol. But I promise as soon as I get home we can talk about whatever happened, ok?”
“Ok.” You pulled the blanket Shinsou had draped over you tighter. “Goodbye, dad.”
“Goodbye Y/N. Call me back if you need me, ok?”
“Ok."
Shinsou took the phone off of speaker and talked to Aizawa for a moment before hanging up. Then he pulled another blanket over his own lap. “Do you want the tv on or off?” he asked gently.
“On,” you answered. As Shinsou reached for the remote and turned on the tv, you moved over to lean against him. His hand was still on your back, but now he draped his arm over your shoulder, holding you tightly. “Is this ok?”
You nodded.
For the rest of the evening, Shinsou held you to his side as you slowly fell asleep. He remembered Aizawa and Hizashi doing this for him when he was first taken into the Yamada-Aizawa household, and he remembered how much safer he felt afterwards. So he did everything they had done for him. He ran his hand up and down your arm, and eventually guided your head to his lap so you wouldn’t hurt your neck. He made sure the blanket was pulled high enough to keep you warm, and he even ran his fingers through your hair.
By the time Aizawa and Present Mic returned home from patrol, you and Hitoshi both were passed out on the couch, your favorite tv show playing on the tv.
“Should we wake them?” Yamada asked quietly, removing his jacket. “I don’t want Toshi to wake up with a stiff neck.”
“I’ll take N/N to bed,” Aizawa answered. “You can wake Hitoshi up if you’d like.” The dark haired man walked over to the couch, crouching down in front of your sleeping form. He attempted to gently slide his hands under you to pick you up, but the movement startled you awake. You shot up, pulling your blanket to your chest and breathing heavily. You glanced around quickly.
“Hey, hey, it’s ok,” Aizawa said calmly, putting his hands up. “It’s just me.” Your eyes landed on him, and then you lept off the couch and into the arms of your adopted father. He held you tightly as he fell on his rear from your weight. “Hey honey.” Once your arms wrapped around his waist, you didn’t let go.
Your sudden movements woke Shinsou, and he looked around tiredly. Hizashi sat beside him on the couch and rested a hand on his shoulder. “Thank you for taking care of them, Toshi.”
Shinsou hummed tiredly, rubbing his eyes. “Of course. They’re my sibling now. I want them to feel safe here.” Him and Hizashi watched as Aizawa hummed softly, pressing soft kisses to the top of your head.
“I’m going to take them to their room,” he said quietly. He slowly stood, carrying you in his arms as he trudged back to your room.
Shinsou stopped by your room before he turned in for the night, officially. Aizawa had returned to the living room after a while, stating that he’d calmed you down and you were alright now. So as Hitoshi poked his head into your open bedroom, he saw you curled up in the corner of your bed, wrapped up in a sweatshirt. He was afraid you were dissociating again, but your gaze flickered to him.
“Hey N/N,” he greeted you softly.
“Hello, Toshi,” you said back.
“How are you?” He stepped into the room and leaned back on the wall by the door.
You shrugged. “‘M alright.” You let out a soft chuckle. “No more trauma response.”
Shinsou nodded slowly. “That’s good.”
“Sorry about earlier,” you apologized. “Didn’t mean to have you deal with that.”
“Hey now.” Hitoshi pushed off of the wall and came over to sit in front of you on the bed. “I promise you I’ve been in your spot. Go ask dad and papa. I broke down a lot, and I had my own issues. Still do. It’s really no problem. I don’t mind.”
You sighed shakily. “Will-will you stay with me? I don’t…” you hesitated, falling into silence. Shinsou smiled softly, placing a hand on your knee.
“Yeah, I’ll stay.” He scooted up to sit beside you.
You moved to uncurl your legs and leaned against his shoulder. “Is this ok?”
“Of course.”
Shinsou wrapped an arm around you, sitting with you until you fell asleep on him for the second time that night. He stayed with you throughout the remainder of the night, keeping watch over you. After a while he managed to doze off as well, but woke up every time you moved in your sleep.
You may be fairly new to the Yamada-Aizawa family, but Shinsou and you have grown closer. He sees you as his sibling, and he wants to help you as much as he can, no matter how ‘messed up’ you think you may be.
#comfort#bnha#bnha comfort#x reader#shinsou comfort#aizawa and shinsou#shinsou x reader#shinsou hitoshi#hitoshi shinsou#dadzawa#papa mic#present mic#eraserhead#erasermic#found family#tw: dissociating
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Flufftober Day 5: X+1
Summary: four times the kids needed help + one time they didn't. A one-shot based on my BNHA fic Never and Always, Eventually.
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“I can’t believe you forgot!” Hizashi was yelling. Hitoshi froze. He’d never heard Mic raise his voice like that. He slowly put down the comic book he was reading and looked across the living room to make eye contact with Shouto. Shouto’s eyes were just as wide as his. As the shouting continued, Shouto continued to shrink into himself.
“It wasn’t important to me,” Aizawa snapped. “In case you haven’t noticed, we’ve had a lot going on, Hizashi.”
Hitoshi didn’t like the way Aizawa said Mic’s name. Hitoshi swallowed around a hard lump in his throat. He didn’t like the tense atmosphere that suddenly clouded the house. He set his comic to the side and eased himself off the couch as silently as possible. Shouto did the same, stepping onto the carpet, using the arms on the armchair as leverage to not make a sound.
Hitoshi had learned the hard way that when adults start yelling, you need to get out of sight. It doesn’t matter if they aren’t mad at you when the yelling starts. If they’re yelling, and they see you, they’ll be angry with you anyway. No matter what you are or aren’t doing, they’ll find something. Then, suddenly they won't be mad at each other anymore. They’ll be mad at you.
But that thought made Hitoshi hesitate. Maybe it would be good for them to be mad at him. If they were yelling at him, they wouldn’t be yelling at each other.
And Hitoshi trusted them. They wouldn’t hit him too hard. He began to creep towards the kitchen.
Shouto’s eyes widened further, realizing what Hitoshi was about to do. He shook his head violently. Hitoshi gave him a thin lipped smile and dipped his head towards the direction of the bedrooms. Shouto closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Then he flinched at the sound of a cupboard slamming.
“We should be looking for reasons to celebrate, then!” Hizashi cried. “We’ve both been stressed out beyond belief for months. What about the kids?”
“What about the kids, Hizashi.” Aizawa bit out every word like he was gnawing on them.
“What kind of example are we setting?”
“You mean, what kind of example am I setting.”
“Don’t put words in my mouth!”
Shouto clenched his fists and crept towards Hitoshi where he was just out of sight from the kitchen door. They locked eyes. Together? Shouto’s eyes seemed to say.
Hitoshi ignored the way his hands were shaking, and nodded.
Shouto slipped his hand into Hitoshi’s. Shouto’s hands were shaking too.
When Aizawa and Mic noticed them, their heads snapped to the door.
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Hizashi wanted to throw up.
Shouto and Hitoshi looked terrified. Hitoshi looked close to tears, and Shouto was as pale as a ghost.
They were both trembling with their shoulders squared and jaws set. Like they were about to face some horrible monster.
And they were looking at him.
Hizashi glanced over at Shouta. Shouta didn’t seem to be breathing, all irritation had drained completely out of sight. He hadn’t been thinking about what their “argument” looked like. To them, arguing was like sparring. It was just something they did without really caring who “won” or “lost.” Or, well, it wasn’t like sparring, because there was a point to sparring. There wasn’t really a point to their arguments. Hizashi was just complaining that Shouta had forgotten his birthday for the twenty-second year in a row. Honestly, the streak had probably been going on for even longer, but twenty-two years - come spring - was how long Hizashi had been around to notice. Shouta was annoyed, but no more so than he had been for the years past. Hizashi had already anticipated how the argument would go. Hizashi would nag, Shouta would deflect, then they’d all go out for cake and ice cream.
It was their normal.
He’d forgotten what the kids considered to be normal.
He didn’t know how to fix this. When he took a step forward, wanting to hold them, reassure them–
–Hitoshi flinched.
Actual bile rose in the back of Hizashi’s throat. “Hey, sweetheart,” Hizashi cooed, softening his voice as far as it would go, to the point where it was shaking, just slightly. “Can you believe this guy? Forgetting his own birthday.” He’d meant it as a joke, but Hitoshi tensed further, looking from him to Shouta wordlessly.
Footsteps behind him meant Shouta was approaching slowly. Hizashi felt a warm hand placed on his back, and he wrapped his own arm around Shouta, trying to show them that they weren’t actually mad, they’d just been teasing each other. Shouto seemed to deflate so fast that he swayed a bit. Hitoshi narrowed his eyes at Hizashi.
Hizashi wasn’t sure why that look was leveled at him and not Shouta.
Before he realized he was the one to raise his voice first.
“I didn’t forget,” Shouta drawled. “I just didn’t care.”
Before Hizashi could stop himself he cried out dramatically “That’s worse!” Then he choked, because he’d done it again. And both boys had taken a step back. An action that seemed to be ingrained, instinctive. “Hey,” Hizashi gave up trying to pretend like nothing was wrong, and addressed the kids directly. “Hey, babies, we’re not mad. I swear. I promise. I’m just teasing him, and he’s messing with me right back. We do this every year.”
“Don’t mind him,” Shouta, the traitor, told them. “He’s just being mean to me.”
“You do it, too!” Hizashi spluttered. But then Shouta crooked a grin at him, and he had to roll his eyes. But when he looked back at the kids, Hitoshi had taken a tiny step towards Shouta. Hizashi tried not to wilt.
But he also tried not to take it personally. Legally, Shouta was their guardian…Hizashi was just the loud roommate.
(He just usually tried not to think about that. He loved all three boys like his own. He adored them just as much as he worshiped Shouta. He held all of them so tightly to his heart that it left a permanent mark that he wore proudly.
But then things like this happen and he’ll remember that he’s not actually a part of this family. He just lives there.)
“Well,” Shouta broke the silence. “I suppose we have no choice,” he said as though doing something against his will. “Let's go out to eat tonight. I shouldn’t have to cook on my birthday, and I don’t trust you with the oven anymore.”
“That’s–!” Hizashi almost protested, but then he checked himself. No yelling. No yelling. Not in front of the kids. Not even in fun. “That’s fair.”
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One
The two dumbasses were acting weird.
Not the old ones, to be clear. No, his dumbass brothers. They’d gone out to some fancy restaurant for Dadzawa’s birthday, and the weirdest thing his parents did was casting odd looks in Shitstain and Halfy’s direction.
Because they were acting weird.
Halfy, never the most talkative, didn’t say a word all evening. Only nodding when spoken to and staring at them all with the blankest expression Katsuki had ever seen in this lifetime. Shitstain, for his part, seemed to be avoiding Papa Mic.
And he had no idea what had gotten into the two of them.
Especially when Shitstain had hesitated when Papa asked if he wanted to get tucked in. He’d said yes, but there had been a noticeable pause. Katsuki had noted the way Mic seemed to be forcing himself to act like nothing was wrong.
That night, his door creaked open. Katsuki sat up, pushing away the sheets and blankets that Dad and Papa had all but trapped him in. “Dad?”
“No, Kacchan, it’s us.”
Shitstain. “Us?” Katsuki frowned. “The fuck you two want?” The door opened further, revealing both Shitstain and Halfy standing there barefoot in their pajamas.
“Can we talk?” Shitstain asked. Katsuki held back a grimace. Why the fuck did he sound… scared?
“Get the fuck in here before you wake the old people up.”
And then, to Katsuki’s surprise, the two other boys burst into action. Acting like their asses were on fire while still being quiet. They launched themselves onto the bed on either side of him. Katsuki tried not to wince at how cold Halfy’s side was when he attached himself to him. If Katsuki wasn’t so used to fucking Deku, he might have shook him off. As it was, he just leaned back, and patted the vacant side Halfy wasn’t on, looking pointedly at Shitstain who was perched on the edge of the mattress.
Some shuffling later, and all three of them were squished on Katsuki’s not-large-enough-for-this-bullshit bed, side by side under the covers.
Katsuki definitely hated this, and wasn’t at all nostalgic for the sleepovers at the old house.
“The fuck you two monkeys want?”
“Can we be serious for a moment, Kacchan?”
“I’m always fucking serious, Shitstain.”
“Please?”
Katsuki sneered and turned to look at him. Hitoshi was staring directly at him with wet eyes.
He looked like he’d been crying.
Katsuki took him in for a moment, then nodded. “What’s wrong, Hitoshi?”
Hitoshi curled up closer to him. “Has Yamada ever hit Dad?”
Katsuki jolted. “The hell?” He almost sat up, but the weight of two bodies pressing into him held him down. “The fuck would you say that for?” There was silence for a moment. When Hitoshi didn’t answer, Katsuki tried to prompt, “Did something happen?”
“Not really,” came the instant reply.
“That’s a lie,” Katsuki mused. “Shouto, what happened?”
“They were fighting.”
Katsuki turned his head to look at Halfy. Halfy had his eyes closed, looking for all appearances to be falling asleep. Katsuki wedged an arm under Halfy’s neck and drew him in closer. He’d noticed the tension lining Halfy’s spine. At the contact, Shouto started to relax. “What were they fighting about?”
“Dad forgot about his birthday, and Yamada was upset.”
“Papa was upset,” Katsuki corrected. “What gives, Hitoshi?”
“...he sounded really mad.”
“He gets like that.” Hitoshi winds up like a clock spring. “Not like that. He never means it. They were messing with each other. They both think it's funny. If Dad minded, he would have said so, and Papa would have stopped.”
“It isn’t funny,” Hitoshi whispered. “It’s horrible.”
Katsuki rested his head against Hitoshi’s, leaving his arm under Shouto, feeling a bit like he was playing Twister. “Next time, just tell ‘em to knock it off.”
“I don’t want them to yell at me.”
“They wouldn’t.”
“But what if they do?”
“Then I’d kick their asses,” Katsuki snorted. “But they wouldn’t, so I’ll never have to.”
“But what if they do?”
Katsuki clenched his teeth. “They wouldn’t. I promise.” He was silent for a moment. It was clear Hitoshi didn’t believe him. “Listen, dumbass. You’re my shitstain of a little brother, and I’d fucking fight for you, okay? I’d fight god for you.”
“You’d fight god for a candy bar. And you don’t even like chocolate.”
“You bet your ass,” Katsuki retorted. “So why wouldn’t I fight for you?”
“...promise?”
“Swear.”
Hitoshi inched closer, hand fisting in the blankets. Katsuki let himself relax, even though he knew it wasn’t completely over.
“Why did Dad sensei forget?” Shouto broke the silence.
“He didn’t forget. He thinks it’s funny.”
“But what about other dates?”
Katuski was quiet for a moment. “...those, he sometimes does forget. Not on purpose though. And not to be mean.”
“Does… Papa sensei get mad about it?”
Katsuki hesitated, but then admitted “Not mad. Upset, just a little. Not mad though. I don’t think they’ve ever really been mad at each other.”
“We should always remind him then,” Shouto concluded. “Then they won’t yell.”
Katsuki snorted. “Good idea, Thermostat.”
Shouto opened his eyes. “Are you being sarcastic?”
Katsuki sighed. “Yes, but I’m serious, too. Go ahead and do that. I’m sure it’ll help.”
Shouto nodded. “When is their anniversary?”
Katsuki opened his mouth, then he closed it. “I don’t know?” he said. “I mean… he just kind’a showed up one day, and they already seemed like… a thing. I thought it was just best friend shit, but then they started sharing a bed. And Papa calls him ‘babe’ and stuff, and Dad would probably beat anyone else’s ass if they pulled that with him.” He scrunches his nose. “And I’ve walked in on them kissing a few times.”
“Well obviously they’re together now,” Hitoshi drawled. If you only heard him, he’d sound perfectly normal, if not for the way he was curled into Katsuki’s side as tense as a bow string. “So you’re saying they got together before they adopted you?”
“Probably?”
“When do they usually celebrate it?”
Katsuki thought about it for a moment. “I don’t think… I’ve ever seen them do anything for it.” He whispers. “Maybe they don’t care?”
“But Papa cared so much about today.”
Katsuki thought about it. “Midnight would know,” he said after a few minutes. “We’ll ask her. She’s still groveling at the moment, so she’ll tell us if I’m the one to ask.”
“Sounds like a plan,” Hitoshi whispered. “Let’s ask her tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow.”
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Nemuri was surprised when her three nephews showed up at her doorstep one morning. She’d been getting ready to go on patrol. She was still on a probationary period, so she was briefly worried about being late. But then she steeled herself. Katsuki didn’t like her. She knew that. If he was here, it was something important.
They’d been getting along better, for sure. But he didn’t like being alone with her. He’d always leave the room as soon as he realized it was just the two of them. And he didn’t speak with her more than he needed to, and sometimes not even that much. Even still, he’d stopped sneering at her. Last time she’d gone to Shouta and Hizashi’s palace for dinner, he’d even given her an acknowledging nod.
“Hey, kiddies,” she smiled, though she was uncomfortably aware of how close she was to being late. “What can ol’ Aunty Nemuri do for you?”
“When is our parent’s anniversary?” Katsuki was the one to address her. Shouto had that wide-eyed gaze that bore into her soul. And Hitoshi was staring at the ground. Nemuri paused for a moment.
Anniversary? Unless they’d been lying about being married, then they didn’t have one. Unless they were talking about the anniversary of when they started dating, but Nemuri knew neither of them were the type of person to make note of a date like that. So, that left the day they met. Well. Officially met. She’d been told the whole sordid story before. Multiple times.
“January fifth,” she said. “Why?”
“Surprise,” Katsuki narrowed his eyes at her. “So don’t tell ‘em we asked.”
Nemuri raised her hands up in surrender. “I wasn’t even thinking about it. Let me know if you want any help.”
“Hold ya to that.”
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Two
“You guys are being quiet,” Deku noted the next day at school. “Did something happen?”
“Private,” Katsuki told him. “I’ll tell ya later.”
Deku accepted this with a nod and took a seat at his desk. Kaminari looked over at him. “Ooooh is it a secret? Can you tell me, too?”
Katsuki was about to tell him to go fuck himself, but Hitoshi spoke up. “Actually,” he said, surprising Katsuki. “We could use some help.”
Like a magic word was spoken, all of their classmates straightened up and focused on Hitoshi, throwing him a little off balance at the sudden attention.
“Of course, we’ll help,” Yaoyorozu told him with a gentle smile.
“So long as it is within our power!” Iida agreed. Then looked panicked and added “And it is not illegal.”
“Chill out Robo,” Katsuki grunted. “Ain’t that serious.”
“Just need to know if any of you have noticed Dad or Papa gravitating towards any specific dessert.”
“Awwwww,” Hagakure cooed. “Are you guys planning a date night for your parents?”
“Something like that,” Hitoshi allowed.
“We’re preparing for their anniversary,” Shouto added, making several heads swivel towards where he was seated at the back of the classroom. “It’s next month, so we don’t have long to prepare.”
“You have all of Christmas break!” Mina assured him. “That’s plenty of time! And we’ll all help!”
“Wouldn’t Bakubro know, though?” Kirishima asked.
Katsuki shrunk down in his seat. “Those fuckwads will eat anything I make them. They’re too biased.”
There was silence for a moment. “The implications of that are adorable,” Jiro announced. “I approve.”
“SHUT THE FUCK UP EARJAX!”
Of course, just then the door opened. “Settle down,” Dad told them all wearily. “You should have been using this time to study.
“Dad sensei!” Kaminari raised his hands. “Can you settle a debate for us?”
Dad looked suspicious. “What debate?”
“Chocolate or vanilla!”
Dad snorted. “Chocolate,” he answered promptly. “Any other dumb questions?”
“Strawberry or cherry!” That one was Mina.
“Cherry.”
“Whipped cream or frosting?” Katsuki and Aizawa made the same confused expression as they looked at Sato, who had a notebook out and was writing something.
“...I honestly don’t care?”
Sato nodded.
“You guys are all idiots,” Jiro told them. “Sensei, they’re trying to figure out what your favorite dessert is, because Kaminari is trying to get you to admit you don’t like sweets.”
“Hey! Don’t throw me under the bus!”
Aizawa sighed. “Coffee cake, if it’s so important to you. But, unfortunately, Kaminari is correct, I don’t like anything being too sweet.” Then he turned around to write out the day’s agenda on the black board.
Behind his back, Jiro tossed Katsuki a wink.
Katsuki scowled at her.
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“Mic sensei, if you could only have one dessert for the rest of your life, what would it be?”
“Sherbet!”
“Real subtle, Ears.”
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Three
They were running out of time. There were only two weeks left of the school year, and then they would all be off for Christmas. Once that happened, the old people would be too deep in their business for there to be any hope of planning for the surprise. For now, though, Dad was busy with grading and Papa was at the radio station, leaving them to go “holiday shopping” with their “friends.”
“Why did you put quotation marks around that?” Kirishima asked Katsuki when he was explaining to the class why he’d summoned them all to the mall. Not everyone could make it, of course, but Shouto was pleased with the number that did come. “Are… are we not actually friends?”
Katsuki squinted at him. “The fuck? I thought we were dating?”
Shouto watched in astonishment as Kirishima’s face turned the same shade as his hair. He hadn’t realized the other boy’s quirk could do that. Interesting. Then he turned to Uraraka who had just arrived with Asui. “Hello,” he greeted them. “We’re looking for decorations for our parent’s anniversary, but according to my brother, we have ‘shit taste’ and he ‘doesn’t want to be solely responsible’ for the ‘shitstorm that’s going to happen.’” Shouto repeated back what Katsuki had told him that morning, and then realized he probably should have done what Katsuki did and made the air bunnies that indicated when he was quoting someone else.
Luckily, Uraraka was very intelligent, and seemed to understand anyway, because she only laughed instead of getting offended. “That sounds like fun!” she squealed. “What’s the budget?”
Shouto frowned, then reached into his pocket to count out the bills he had. Behind him, Hitoshi did the same. “I’ve got like seventy bucks,” Katsuki told them. “And some change.”
“Um, fourty-seven.”
“Two hundred thousand and thirty-four.”
Several pairs of eyes swung around to look at him. Shouto blinked. Oh, he should probably explain himself. “Endeavor never asked for his debit card back.” He told them all. “I’ve been making small withdrawals whenever I feel sad. It usually cheers me up.”
“...have you not been spending any of it?” Kaminari asked, bewildered. Shouto wasn’t entirely sure why he was making the expression that he was.
“What would I spend it on?” he asked the other boy, genuinely curious. “I don’t need to buy myself food, anymore. And Dad gave me a full closet of clothes when we moved to the new house. And in my room, I even have toys. I’ve never had toys before, and I’m not entirely sure how to use the ones I already have, so I shouldn’t get anymore. It would be wasteful.”
“Dude…” Shouto turned to look at Kirishima. Then he took a cautious step back, because the other boy had tears in his eyes. “Can… can I give you a hug?”
Shouto didn’t know why Kirishima was crying. Maybe he really needed a hug. “I like hugs,” Shouto told him, extending his arms and in the next moment receiving an armful of friendship. He liked having friends.
Tokoyami cleared his throat, Shouto looked at him over Kirishima’s head. “The darkness receding often reveals crevices once hidden. It’s not enough that the light has revealed them. One must ensure they are also filled, that one might not fall back in.”
Shouto looked around for the crevices. He was surprised that there were any inside the mall. “Where?” He asked Tokoyami, concerned. He would hate for one of his friends to fall into something. Though, of course, he’d help them out.
Tokoyami faltered. Hitoshi placed a hand on his arm. “Fumi means that you should buy yourself something stupid that you don’t need.”
“Oh,” Shouto released Kirishima who was still crying. He patted the boy on the shoulder. “What should I buy?”
“The first thing that looks interesting!” Sero told him.
“Something that makes you laugh, kero.”
“Something that will make your Dad do this,” Ashido adopted a face like she was having digestive issues and then exhaled very deeply. Shouto had seen Dad make that face before. It was usually directed at Hitoshi or Papa.
“Or something to eat?” Sato suggested. “Something like candy. Even if you don’t need food, it’s nice to have something junky to snack on when you get munchie. Just for fun.”
Shouto nodded. “I like instant soba.”
Katsuki sighed. “Of course you do.”
They went off into the store in one giant herd. Shouto thought they were perhaps being a bit obtrusive, but he liked being a part of the group too much to care overly so. They went into a merchandise store for heroes. Shouto paused as they walked past the Endeavor section. He picked up a figurine. There was a warning on it “Keep out of reach of small children.”
Shouto had a thought that it might be funny, but he wasn’t sure how to connect the thought into a joke.
“Bro?” Sero had stopped next to him. “Um. You okay?”
“I would like to buy this,” he said. Then he looked at the rest of the merchandise. “All of this.”
He got some odd looks. “Why?” Hitoshi asked, baffled.
Shouto looked down at the figure in his hands. “Papa likes smores. And we have a firepit. I thought this would be funnier than getting wood.” Shouto paused, then looked at his friends. “Am I… wrong?”
There were several beats of silence, and Shouto started getting a familiar sinking feeling in his stomach, when suddenly Kaminari started to laugh hysterically. “Bro! That’s the best idea.”
“No!” Uraraka said, eyes wide. “You can’t eat food cooked over plastic!”
“Oh,” Shouto drooped. Then he looked back at the merchandise section. “What about books?” There was a selection of comic books.
Kirishima looked considering. “My grandpa uses old newspaper to start his fires when we go camping,” he offered.
“Could get some shirts, too,” Ashido beamed.
Shouto nodded, feeling better about this idea now that his friends were on board. He grabbed an armful and strode towards the cashier. She looked at him with wide eyes. He realized, suddenly, that she’d probably heard the whole thing.
“My friends don’t think it’s weird,” he frowned at her. She blinked, then slowly started to check out his selection.
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They did end up getting decorations as well. Streamers to hang from the ceiling in black and yellow. Little bumble bees with musical notes trailing behind them to put on the walls. Cat table decor and paperware to eat on. A set of matching coffee cups with a cat wearing headphones. Throw pillows with each of Erasermic’s faces on them. And other assorted “bullshit” (according to Katsuki) that vaguely fit into Dad and Papa Mic’s themes.
(He wasn’t entirely sure about the bees, but he did think they were cute.)
After all was said and done, everyone was carrying at least one bag.
“Where will we store this?” Shouto asked no one in particular.
He was answered by silence.
“Fuck,” Katsuki said emphatically. “Dad cleans my room, so it can’t be there.”
“Why does your Dad clean your room?” Kaminari asked him.
“...he just does?”
“Bro. Why do you literally have the best parents?” he wailed. “My mom just yells at me.”
Shouto’s heart hurt for Kaminari. “I’m sorry to hear that,” he told is friend. Kaminari turned towards Shouto with a confused expression on his face, which in turn made Shouto confused.
“Um. It’s okay?” he said, sounding unsure.
“I have room, kero,” Asui told them. “I can keep them in my basement, kero. My siblings are scared of the dark, so they won’t go down there and get into anything.”
“And when it’s time to make the cake,” Sato said. “Come on over to my house. I have the perfect recipe. Not too sweet, but not too bitter either.”
Shouto felt very warm because of the support of his friends. “That sounds perfect,” he told them. “I was concerned about doing all of this, but with your help, I no longer have any reservations.”
He was answered by all of his friends quickly assuring him that he’d always be able to count on them.
But he already knew that.
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Four
It was after the final day of classes before Christmas break, and most of the other students had gone home. Hitoshi and his two brothers (he’ll never get over the novelty of being able to say that) were sitting in the teacher’s lounge waiting for Dad to get finished breaking down the classroom and tell them it was time to go. The lounge was empty except for them.
“I looked at the academic calendar,” Shouto was saying. “And we might have an issue.”
“What issue, Halfy?” Kacchan grunted.
“The first day of school is on the fifth.”
Hitoshi swore. “Damn it. And everything else was going so well, too.”
“We could always make them miss it,” Kacchan said, a smirk growing across his face. Shouto looked intrigued.
“How?” he asked.
Katsuki grinned at him, fully feral, all teeth. “A little bit of a broken leg never hurt anyone.”
Shouto got his usual blank expression that meant he was supremely confused. “That is… untrue. That is very much untrue.”
“Spoil sport.”
Hitoshi grinned. “We could get them sick?” he said. “Stand outside in the snow, catch just a little cold, then wipe our snot all over their stuff.”
Katsuki barked a laugh. Shouto looked concerned. “I’d…rather not. That sounds very unhygienic.”
“Well now you’re just stifling our creativity.”
“I may have a solution!”
All three of them jumped in surprise, twisting around on the couch to see what was perched behind them. Standing on the back of the couch behind their heads was the small mouse, bear, hamster thing that was Principal Nedzu.
“We weren’t being serious,” Hitoshi blurted out.
Nedzu chuckled. “Of that, I am perfectly aware. However, I am being completely serious.” Nedzu seemed very pleased with himself. “I’ll simply give them the day off!”
Katsuki raised an eyebrow. “Give two teachers the first day of school… off.”
“Yes!”
“Why not just move the school year one day over?” Hitoshi questioned.
Nedzu looked at him with what was probably meant to be a confused expression, but it wasn’t expressed well on his furry face. “Why would I do that?”
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Plus One
Hizashi was feeling refreshed after Christmas. As every year, he’d spent most of the evening of with Tensei and Nemuri, though… rather than having a party, they’d spent the entire day going from jewelry store to jewelry store. He’d planned on asking that very night, but then, when he’d gotten home, he’d found out that Hitoshi had waited up for him.
“You haven’t tucked me in yet,” was his excuse, ears poking out red from his crazy hair. Hizashi’s heart melted, and he couldn’t overshadow this important moment with something else.
It was, after all, the first time Hitoshi had approached him for comfort since… Shouta’s birthday. Hizashi had felt like crying, but he’d only smiled and said “Anything for one of my favorite listeners.”
Hitoshi had gotten an impish smile on his face that Hizashi had desperately missed seeing. “Which favorite? Your most favorite? Your second favorite?”
Hizashi had pulled him into a tight hug and pressed a firm kiss to the side of his head. “I love all of you so much, I don’t think any number would do it justice.”
There was a moment of silence as Hizashi just held his kid. Then “That sounds like an excuse to me.”
Hizashi barked a laugh. “You’re so Shouta’s child.” Hitoshi had beamed at him, and then allowed himself to be led to bed.
Now, it’s the week before the first day of the second semester during his babies’ first year at UA and he still hasn’t popped the question. And, well, he can’t help but feel like the moment has passed. They’re all about to be really busy, and it’s only right that this next week is about the boys. Hizashi really wanted to plan something special to mark the occasion, you only have first days back to school so many times, but when he tries to call Nedzu to ask permission to throw a party for the second year hero department, Nedzu cheerfully informs him that of course he can, but not on the first day. He has that day off.
“What?” Hizashi asked, confused. “But…but I have classes?”
“No you don’t!” said the principal, cheerfully. “The first day of classes will be eaten up by orientation, I’m afraid.”
“Orientation? For the second semester? For every grade?”
“That’s correct!”
Hizashi took the phone away from his ear just to look at the screen for a second and double check he’d called the correct rodent. “Um. Why?”
“Because those are the rules!”
Hizashi blinked. “They aren’t though?”
“They are now! And I’ve much to prepare! See you and Shouta on the sixth!” Click.
Hizashi stared into the void. “What just happened?” he asked outloud.
“Hizashi?” Hizashi turned to see Shouta emerging from his study, hair tied back in a bun in the way that made Hizashi swoon internally. And externally. Shouta rolled his eyes at Hizashi’s dramatics, then gestured to the phone. “Was that the principal? What did he say?”
“That… I have the fifth off?” He said, uncertain even though he’d just gotten off the phone. “And… I think he implied that you did, too?”
Aizawa frowns. “He said something like that to me yesterday, but I thought he was just being… foreboding. I didn’t think he meant it literally.” He frowned deeper. “I think it might be Tensei’s fault.”
Hizashi raised an eyebrow. “And, you think that, why?”
“He keeps saying he’s too busy to hang out. And also Nemuri keeps winking at me.”
Hizashi hummed. “Yagi has been weird too, come to think of it. I passed him in the street yesterday. He’d flat out run in the opposite direction. You think they’re up to something?”
“Or they’re hiding something from us.”
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Hizashi wakes up in bed with Shouta on what should have been the first day of school. Since, however, it is apparently not the first day of school, he just allowed himself to luxuriate in the knowledge that he managed to sneak his way into the bed of the prettiest man alive.
Take that, fifteen-year-old Hizashi!
Hizashi ran his fingers through Shouta’s hair. Shouta was laying with his head on Hizashi’s chest, as had become his habit since the incident at USJ. Hizashi was happy to just watch him sleep for a few minutes, when his fingers brushed against something soft that wasn’t hair. Hizashi frowned at brought it closer to his face, being near-sighted without his glasses on.
A petal. A black rose petal. Hizashi fumbles for the side table, trying not to wake up Shouta, and grabs his glasses. Sliding them onto his face, he gently lowers Shouta onto the mattress. But, it’s no use. As soon as he did so, Shouta groaned loudly and whacked him with a pillow.
Sending a flurry of black and yellow petals flying into the air.
“What the fuck?”
“I don’t know,” answered Hizashi. “But look.”
There were black and yellow petals scattered everywhere. Across their bed. On the floor. On their dresser. There were whole flowers as well sitting in what looked like a hand-made vase with Hizashi and Shouta’s faces clumsily painted on the clay. There were streamers covered in bees hanging from the ceiling, and the pillow he’d been whacked with had his own face on it, made from sequins.
“What the fuck?” asked Shouta again, fully sitting up. “What happened.”
The door to their bedroom opened. In walked all three boys, dressed in their UA uniforms. Kacchan was holding a tray of… what he assumed to be “breakfast.” That is, if breakfast was made solely from coffee, an entire mountain of bacon, a single beautifully arranged bowl of sherbert with toppings, and an entire coffee cake. Shouto was holding a handmade card the size of their TV. Hitoshi, for his part, was holding more flowers. These ones, however, were an eclectic mix of colors inexpertly arranged. Hitoshi noticed him looking.
“Picked fresh this morning!” he said proudly. Ah that explained it. “From Endeavor’s garden.” That raised more questions that Hizashi was happy to let go unexplained.
Kacchan proudly placed the tray of “breakfast” across their laps and looked at them expectantly. “Um.” Hizashi cautiously picked up a piece of bacon as Shouta grabbed a mug of coffee (which had a cute cat on it) and downed it like a shot of tequila.
Shouto handed Hizashi the card, which he had to drop the bacon to accept. It was adorable, with hearts and music notes and cats drawn all over it… and glitter practically pouring off of it. That was going to be fun to clean. “Awww,” Hizashi tried to cover his wince. “It’s so pretty.”
“Open it,” Shouto urged. Hizashi obliged, and saw that it had been signed by all of class 1A. And 1B. And every teacher at UA. And the principal. And Mrs. Midoriya. And also Tensei and Nemuri. What the fuck? What was going on?
“Ok bye,” said Kacchan, and all three of them started shuffling out.
“Wha- where are you going?”
Kacchan looked at him like he thought he was stupid. Which. Ouch. “School? It starts in an hour? We have orientation, fuckwad.”
Oh. Right. “Um. Have fun?” The three boys gave him a solemn nod, and then marched out. Hizashi stayed frozen in bed until he heard the front door slam shut, announcing that the three of them had left.
“That just happened,” Hizashi sighed. Shouta grunted, then slid out of bed clutching his mug, ignoring the mounds of random foodstuff they’d been handed.
“I need more coffee.” Was all Shouta had to say.
But then they emerged into the living room, where there were even more flowers. Just. Everywhere.
And a handmade banner with little handprints all over it, as well as Yaoyorozu’s distinctive and beautiful handwriting spelling out “Happy Twenty-Two Years.”
“...did I forget our anniversary?”
“We aren’t married. We don’t have an anniversary.”
Hizashi blinks. A smile started spreading across his face. Well. He’d been waiting for the right moment. Hizashi can take a sign. “ Hold that thought.”
He returns holding something behind his back. Then he drops to one knee, looking up at Shouta’s very unimpressed face as he sipped his third cup of coffee. “So, apparently it’s been twenty-two years,” he laughed nervously. “And I’ve spent each one desperately in love with you. I let myself be a coward for twenty of them, and I won’t hold myself back anymore. That said,” He held out the box with bated breath and opened the top. In it was a pair of rings that he’d been holding onto since Christmas. “I’d like to marry you, Shouta. I have for a while. Since we were kids, actually.”
Aizawa stares at him for a long moment. Downs the last of his coffee. Plucks one of the rings out of the box, then walks back to the bedroom. “I’m going back to bed. If I find out it was you who planned this, we’re getting a divorce.”
Hizashi blinked into the empty room.
“...WAS THAT A YES???”
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So, for a couple of years now, I've been reading the old X-Men comics of the 70s & 80s, and a few recent issues from '87 have given me a great idea for an AU.
Ready?
Dazzler!Izuku 😀
So, Izuku is born with a quirk that allows him to transform sound into photonic energy. Anything from generating benign blobs of light that move, pulsate, and change color in relation to whatever music he's listening to (tho, this can be weaponized too; during the sludge villain attack, Izuku overwhelms the villain's eyes with a fantastic light show that leaves him catatonic), to concentrating a single, loud noise into a laser beam that deals concussive damage.
Izuku would, of course, gravitate towards Present Mic as a mentor. And he would team up well with Jirou.
So, what do you think?
I AM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG TO REPLY TO, SCHOOL AND MY MENTAL HEALTH FUCKED ME OVER. I have had half of this in my queue for about 3 months, ya bitch was just burnt tf out 💀
But dude, I absolutely fucking love this 😭😭
Heads up, my knowledge of physics is limited so I’m not going to be talking much about the actual details of his quirk until after I learn more about it, but I hope you enjoy!!!
Izuku who makes physics jokes.
He has shirts with physics puns on them. A shirt that says, “the photon checked into the hotel and was asked if it had any bags, it said, “no thanks, I’m traveling light!”
Reminds me of the time I was dual enrolling and in my psychology class, I said, “I once asked the librarian if she had a book on Pavlov’s dog and Schrödinger’s cat. She said it rung a bell but she wasn’t sure if it was there or not!”
I thought I was so funny, but everyone else hated me.
Izuku is that kid. He does that shit
Inko loves it, she thinks her son is hilarious. Mic loves it. The little lister is so smart! Nezu has a goddamn field day. Aizawa is so tired, but secretly likes the jokes. He face palms every time and acts like it’s the end of the world, but he does like them. Midnight thinks it’s great, she asks izuku for more jokes/puns all the time. Mainly to annoy Aizawa. But still. BRUH, MISS JOKE. SHE LOVES THIS LITTLE SHIT. I honestly feel like all might wouldn’t understand most of them, but he’d love them anyway.
Izuku: I was studying frequencies, but now my brain Hertz.
He accidentally freaks people out the first few weeks in the dorm because they’re not used to it/expecting it.
The number of times mina asks for mood lighting
I really want to drive home that he makes an unholy amount of puns
He doesn’t even try to, it just happens so naturally. Shouto has theorized that it’s a secondary quirk.
You have spoken directly to my soul with mentor mic (and Jirou/izuku friends)
They’d all work so well together though
Mic brings him to Put Your Hands Up Radio not only to work with his quirk, but to help with his nerves
It is no secret that izuku is a nervous lad, but I raise you, mic was also a nervous lad (personal headcanon, but you cannot tell me that lad doesn’t have generalized anxiety)
Mic helps izuku gain some coping mechanisms (or coping mic-anisms if you will (thank you, thank you))
Mic is a nerd, izuku is a nerd, Jirou is cool, but a nerd. Jirou, similar to Aizawa, rolls her eyes at the physics puns, but does she think they’re funny? Yes. Yes, she does. They defends izuku when people mock his puns
Mic couldn’t be prouder of his children
Thank you for the ask! I hope you enjoyed! Sorry it was kinda short 😅
#bnha#mha#midoirya izuku#izuku quirk au#parental present mic#you have spoken to my soul with mentor mic#jirou kyouka#kyouka jirou#izuku problem child midoriya#papa mic#yamadad
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IT’S OFFICIAL
hey everyone! i am back. long time no see and all that.
remember how i wrote Spark Plug, the kaminari angst fic that totaled 140,101 words at its completion? remember how i really like writing angst and how, since that fic was published, i’ve been working on a bakugou-centric angst fic that i’ve promised will be even worse (better)?
it’s happening!
this fic has been just a little bit insane for me. i’ve outlined it, and outlined it, and outlined it — i have five separate outline documents for this and up until the most recent, none of them seemed to click right. but i kept working, and i’ve been working on it since january of this year. and finally, after all that hard work… i’m going to start writing it real soon.
i tried publishing what was then the first chapter of this fic a few months ago, but after several failed attempts that never seemed to feel right. it is currently on AO3 titled “Combat Fatigue”, but will be going away shortly before i post the new fic (that will bear the same title).
i am not sure when the first chapter of this will come out, nor am i sure how frequently i’ll be able to post following that chapter. i’m beginning a new semester of college soon, this time as a creative writing major — there’s no doubt in my mind that my classes will make it a touch difficult to write fic consistently, but please be reassured that i love this fic and i am so excited to write it.
thank you all for your patience and bearing with me as i try to put together the puzzle that is this fic. it won’t be what it was initially, and many details have changed since the beginning outline (so those of you that may have been in on it before, you’re not anymore). i’ve kept most of the details of this fic relatively private, and i intend to keep it that way so the audience is able to feel the surprise and intrigue that i intend to evoke. note though that this fic will still be heavier than Spark Plug ever was, and it will also be much longer as there are many more aspects to deal with.
though i will likely leave this information in the notes when i post the first chapter, i would also like to inform my audience members of a few things:
if you choose, you can read it in the same universe that Spark Plug takes place in. there are enough parallels between the two that it fits. note though that this takes place a while before Spark Plug, and that (since i wrote SP first) all of the minor details may not line up exactly. please use your suspension of disbelief regarding these details.
i will not be tagging all of the warnings involved in this fic. after the first chapter (since the end notes in chapter one move) i will be placing content warnings in the end notes as i did with Spark Plug, so that those of you with sensitivities can be a little more at ease. please know, however, that this fic is quite a bit heavier than Spark Plug, and i intend to avoid spoilers as much as possible. it will be your responsibility to read these notes. again, i will not be putting content warnings in the tags.
it will have a happy ending. this is something i’d hope most of you know about me by now — i will put you through a terrible amount of angst and suffering, but i will always balance it out with fluff and comfort, and i will always give you a happy ending. there will be pain, but there will be joy, too. don’t worry.
this fic is going to be long. my initial outline of Spark Plug was 34 pages, and the final outline was 47 pages. the fic itself was 257 pages and 140,101 words. this fic’s outline is starting at more than double the initial SP outline — 78 pages. it will be a long fic. prepare yourselves for that.
i think that’s all i want to say by way of announcements. thank you all so much for your patience and support, and i really do hope to see you when i begin posting again.
happy reading, and see you soon :)
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Me too girl
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THE DADS
The gc was hilariousssss
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SEAT 21 - MASTERLIST
ARCHIVE OF OUR OWN LINK
INTRO
CHARACTER DESIGN - MAYUMI
CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER 5
CHAPTER 6
CHAPTER 7
CHAPTER 8
CHAPTER 9
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Take a Break - BNHA fanfic
Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)
Summary: Hizashi knows his adopted son has too much on his shoulders. Papa Mic to the rescue.
Relationships: Shinsou Hitoshi & Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic
Characters: Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic; Shinsou Hitoshi
Tags: Adopted Shinsou Hitoshi; Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead and Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic Adopt Shinsou Hitoshi; Married Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic; Shinsou Hitoshi Needs a Hug; Shinsou Hitoshi Deserves Happiness; Shinsou Hitoshi Gets a Hug; And a Snack;
TW: Beginning of a panic attack
Ao3 | TT
“Hey, Toshi. You’ve been at it for hours, want something to eat?”
Hizashi asks while leaning on the doorframe of the kid’s bedroom. The purple haired teen is at his desk, with books and papers streamed around him. His hand grips the pen with unnecessary force. His wet hair flops over, not yet defying gravity, after his (too long, too heavy) post workout shower. His eyebags are darker than usual.
“No, thank you. Gotta finish this.”
“I’m proud of your sense of responsibility, little listener, but you gotta look after your health, ya dig?” Hizashi gets no verbal response, but he sees the way Hitoshi’s shoulders tense with the words.
Growing up with the world being wary your every move, Hitoshi always expects bad consequences upon his actions. Even when there’s absolutely no reason for it.
Hizashi measures his next words carefully.
“Please answer this truthfully. I promise I’m not mad, okay? I just want to help. Did you eat after training?”
“I… Well, no.” Hitoshi says, eyes downcast. Hizashi slowly enters the room, sitting at the end of the bed. He wants to make himself available without crowding him. “I just. I’m sorry. I have to finish this math sheet, the essay you gave the class, I still haven’t figured out the new move Aizawa with the capture weapon and there’s… There’s just so much to do and I’m so behind.”
The longer the kid talks, the faster the words come out, until his voice cracks at the last word.
The Pro Hero listens, kind eyes and judgement free. He knows the Hero course is hard, he remembers the sleepless nights and hard training.
But he had friends and family to help him out, help him figure out the limit between responsible and burnout.
Hitoshi - big heart, passion driven Hitoshi - just needs to find this balance. But he doesn’t have to do it alone.
“You’ve been studying all day, Toshi. You need to take a break, your brain and body need to rest.”
“There’s no time though, I still have to go on a run and take the mock exam for the test next week. I can’t stop now. There’s just no time.”
Hizashi makes his breathing slow and loud. He makes his movements big and slow as to not scare the boy. He takes the teen’s hand and puts it in his chest.
“Breath with me. In for five, four, three, two, one… Out for four, three, yes, good. Try and keep it at that.”
They don’t know how long it takes for Hitoshi’s eyes to clear up again, but Hizashi would’ve stayed with him all the time he needed.
Hizashi gives him a small smile, “Ya feeling better?”
“Yes,” Hitoshi answers, his voice small. He lowers their hands, but doesn’t let go. The touch helps keep him in the moment. “I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me.”
“Hey, hey. None of that, okay? I’m glad I could help. If you start feeling like that again, don’t hesitate to come to me, okay? Shouta, too. I promise you he’ll help if you ask.
Hitoshi opens his mouth to disagree. Hizashi squeezes the kid’s hand between his.
“No, I promise, Hitoshi. Any day, any time. You come to one of us and we will help you, okay? I promise.”
Hitoshi slowly raises his eyes to search Hizashi’s face. Whatever it is he’s looking for, he must find because he sighs and his facial features relax for the first time that evening.
“If I ever bother you…”
“You’re never a bother, little listener. Our lives got so much brighter since the day we met you. It only got better when you became our son. C’mere.” He gently tugs Hitoshi’s hands to make the boy sit on the bed next to him.
Trust me: you’re not alone to deal with this.”
“But I’m so behind on everything. I must study, I must train, I can’t afford to waste time, Pops.”
“Giving yourself a break is not wasting time. It allows your brain to refresh, increases energy, productivity and ability to focus. It helps consolidate whatever you learned too.”
“But I have to push myself. Everyone is so ahead. I need to reach the rest of the class. They’re all so much more used to all of this,”he sighs and drops his head on his pops shoulder. Hizashi fondly wraps an arm around the boy’s lither frame.
“Oh no, you’re all learning. I know it looks like that sometimes, but I promise they feel the same about you. It’s not a bad thing. You all want to be the best versions of yourselves. You just gotta learn to stay safe out there. So train and study to your hearts delight, but remember to be patient. You’re mixing and remixing your tracks and one day, little listener, one day not far from now, your album is gonna drop and the world will hear your music.”
Hitoshi lets out a wet laugh and Hizashi beams at this, tightening his arm around his shoulder.
He only lets go when Hitoshi pulls back.
“So. Snack?”
The kid hesitates. “No, I’m… I’m almost done though, just two more questions…”
“How about this? I’ll go make us a snack while you finish this. Then choose a stupid show to put on while we eat. And you can fall asleep while the cats pile on top of ya. Tomorrow, I’ll help you with the essay.”
The kid glances at his pile of books again and closes his eyes for a second before nodding and agreeing. “Ok. I think I can do that.”
#Hitoshi Shinsou#yamada hizashi#present mic#hizashi yamada#Shinsou hitoshi#Shinsou Hitoshi & yamada hizashi#platonic#papa mic#adopted!Shinsou Hitoshi#Yamada and Aizawa adopted Shinsou#bnha fanfic#mha fanfic#boku no hero fanfic#erasermic family#erasermic family fanfic#my hero academia fanfic#my hero academia
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ELIZABETH: Gothenburg, Sweden, 2017
(Thanks @ghelullu for the tip ♡)
#his EYES#i'm fine i'm fine i'm f-#also please click the link and enjoy how incredible this video is#i promise there's a good amount of mic stand touching hehehe#and i swear fall more in love with terzo every time i watch it#tw: flashing lights#the band ghost#ghost band#ghost bc#papa emeritus iii#papa terzo#papa 3#terzo#papa emeritus 3#papa iii#terzo emeritus#my gifs#eye contact#kinda
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#papa always throwing that mic until he fucks up and it falls to the ground#🤣🤣 happened a few times and it will happen again#it‘s the most copia/tobias thing ever. man trying ti be so cool and then he drops it 😅🤣#tobias forge#ghost#ghost band#copia#papa emeritus#myedit#ghesties#the band ghost#ghost sweden#papa emeritus iv
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Could we have some dad!Hizashi and reader? Just some silly happy times between them? ^^
Happy Memories - Hizashi Yamada
A/N: Hi! I hope this turned out alright!
One of your favorite memories with your father took place just a few weeks ago. You had stayed the night with a friend, and the two of you had stayed up all night watching horror movies. One in particular spooked you more than you thought it should have, so when you were home alone the next night, you couldn't go to sleep. Your father was at his radio station, and your Uncle Aizawa was on patrol. So your only choice was to go to the radio station to visit your father.
It was a bit past three in the morning when you arrived at the station, slipping your way into Present Mic’s room. He wasn’t alive at the moment, and was scrolling through his phone. Mic’s head lifted when he heard the door close.
“Y/N?” he asked with slight confusion. “Honey, what are you doing here?”
Your tired eyes met Hizashi’s green ones. “(friend) and I watched horror movies last night. Now I don’t want to sleep by myself.”
Mic stood, smiling softly. He pulled you into a tight hug and picked you up right off of your feet. He laughed lightly. “Aww, listener. Well you can spend the night here with me!” He placed you back on your feet and guided you to sit down in a chair next to his.
As you settled down in your chair, listening to your dad go on and off air, your eyes grew heavy and eventually you slumped over to rest your head on Present Mic’s shoulder. You laid there for a bit, glancing around the room every now and then until you were tired enough to fall asleep peacefully.
This was one of your favorite memories, because it was just you, your father, and a moment of silence. It was soothing, and the both of you enjoyed spending this time together.
Your next favorite memory was not as nice.
You and Mic both had the day off, so you spent it lounging around together. You laid around the living room, binge watching your favorite show for the 5th time because Hizashi finally gave in and wanted to watch it, but only if you watched it with him.
You had gotten up to go to the bathroom, walking down the hall and entering the bathroom. You flicked on the light, closed the door, and then froze with fear. There, hanging a mere few inches in front of your face, was the world’s largest spider (in your opinion). Much like your father, you had a crippling fear of insects, especially spiders. You screamed bloody murder, immediately bursting into tears. You pressed your back against the door, pulled it open and slid through the entryway. Taking off running down the hall, you screamed for your dad.
Poor Mic thought you were dying, and he looked ready to fight when you found him.
“Honey, what’s wrong?” he asked quickly, pulling you behind him and peeking around the corner of the hall. “Are you alright?”
You gripped the back of your father’s shirt, sobbing. “Spider!” you cried. “There’s a spid-der in the bath-bathroom!”
There was no hope for the both of you. You had to call your Uncle Shouta to come over, and you felt bad because you had woken him up from his nap, but you had no other choice. This was a life or death situation.
Aizawa was a bit irritated that he was awoken for such a stupid reason, but in the end he wasn’t as mad. He got rid of the spider, showed both you and Hizashi that it was beyond dead, and even sprayed down the bathroom with lysol and bug repellant for you. The three of you decided to eat out for dinner as a celebration, and everything was alright in the end. :)
You had many memories with your father, but these were your favorite ones.
#comfort#bnha#x reader#bnha comfort#platonic#bnha fluff#present mic x reader#present mic#papa mic#yamada hizashi#hizashi yamada
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Flufftober Day Four: Cinderella Moment
Summary: a cliche school dance story based on my BNHA fanfic featuring Bakugou, Izuku, Hitoshi, and Shouto. Also Dadzawa and Papa Mic.
Izuku had always known that he was rather plain looking. For all that he thought his mother was the most beautiful woman in the world, he knew that his own looks were a bit unfortunate. That isn’t to say he thought he was hideous, he just liked to think of himself as realistic.
Add that to the fact that his mom wasn’t exactly in the position to buy him a new outfit for the dance that weekend, and he knew he wasn’t going to be standing out in a good way. People would probably notice him, yeah, but more for his reputation and the fact that he’d probably end up wearing his bright red sneakers because those were the only shoes he had that fit- a birthday gift from his mom.
“I’m thinking about wearing a mask,” Hitoshi’s rather odd non sequitur broke through Izuku’s spiraling thoughts.
Shouto on Izuku’s other side, frowned. “Is it a costume party?”
“Fuck no,” said Kacchan in the passenger seat of the car they were all in. Aizawa sensei was driving them home from school. Well, to his home. Izuku was spending the night because his mom was ill and didn’t want to get him sick. “And no, you’re not, Shitstain,” Kacchan growled. “Even if I have to dress you fucking monkeys myself, you’re not gonna make me look bad by being associated with you freaks.”
“Ok.” “Yes Mom”
Aizawa sighed from the driver’s seat. “You guys have a budget of one-fifty, you hear me? Nothing ridiculous. That’s one-fifty for everything, not one-fifty plus shoes and jewelry.”
“Do I look like someone who wears jewelry, old man?”
“Do I look like someone who wears shoes?”
Aizawa sighed again.
Izuku couldn’t help but feel a bit left out. He’d probably end up wearing his old suit that his mom had bought from a thrift store a few years ago for a formal event. It didn’t quite fit anymore, but he could probably get away with rolling up the sleeves and pretending the too-short pants were a fashion choice.
Probably.
The other boys were going to go shopping with Aizawa and Papa Mic the next day. By popular vote, they were going to the local mall. Izuku was going to try and invite himself along just to hang out. It was always fun being with his friends.
As they pulled up the drive, the front door of the house flew open. Out ran Mic. He was wearing his apron, and the front was stained all over with brown and black smudges. As he got closer, Izuku caught the faintest whiff of smoke.
“Heeeeeey, honey,” Mic laughed nervously once Dadzawa had rolled the windows down.
“Hizashi.” Aizawa was doing the dad-eyebrow thing.
“So,” Mic said slowly. “I might have done that thing you told me not to do.”
“Which thing.”
“The thing where I do things without my glasses on.”
“What did you do.”
“So you know how the oven works?”
“Yes, Hizashi, I know how the oven works.”
“So I accidentally turned the dial in the wrong direction.”
“How wrong.”
“...broil.”
“For how long.”
“...an hour.”
“Did anything get destroyed?”
“...just dinner….and the pan.”
Aizawa closed his eyes and leaned back before staring at the ceiling of the car for a long moment. “Get in.” He said, sounding world weary, though that was fairly normal for him. Kacchan unbuckled and launched himself over the seats, landing in the back row with Izuku, Hitoshi, and Shouto. Izuku grunted as Kacchan kneed him in the stomach, knowing it was probably half on purpose. Kacchan made himself comfortable on top of Hitoshi, throwing his legs across Shouto and Izuku’s laps. Mic shucked off his apron and slid into the vacated passenger seat.
“Ayyyy” Mic grinned. “Mall food lets go!”
“We can go shopping after since we’ll be there anyway, right?” Hitoshi asked, a bit muffled.
“I never said we were going to the mall.”
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They went to the mall.
Without even discussing it, everyone scattered to get their own food, Izuku sticking with Kacchan since he knew the other boy would likely pay for both of them without thinking, since he already knew their financial situation. After everyone grabbed their assortment of junk food and gathered at a table in the food court, Papa Mic cleared his throat to address the table.
“So, we all need to stick together,” he started.
“I never agreed to go shopping tonight.”
“But we can hit all the stores that we want to go to no problem!” Mic finished.
Aizawa glared at him, but didn’t protest again, turning to his bowl of ramen to drown his sorrows. Hitoshi and Kacchan exchanged a look that probably meant they were planning something, and Shouto happily slurped his soba without comment. Knowing Kacchan, they were probably planning on splitting up immediately.
“If you don’t stick with the group, you’re paying for yourself,” Aizawa snapped, though he didn’t really sound angry. Hitoshi stuck out his bottom lip.
“Bold of you to assume I couldn’t.”
“Can you?”
“No.”
After everyone had eaten, Mic lead the way to the nearest clothing store that he thought would have what they would need. “So, what looks are we going for?” Mic asked.
“I want to wear a sparkly dress,” Hitoshi declared.
“Okay,” Mic agreed easily.
Hitoshi froze, visibly not having expected that. “Wait. Really?”
Aizawa gave Hitoshi an appraising look. “Really. Do you actually want a dress, or are you being a turd?”
Hitoshi looked searchingly at Aizawa for a long moment. Then, he got a familiar stubborn look on his face that spelled out well now I have to.
“Yes,” Hitoshi said, crossing his arms. “The sparkliest dress. Men’s fashion is boring.”
“Can I wear something sparkly?” Shouto asked. “Not a dress. I don’t have the legs for it.”
Aizawa blinked slowly, then appraised Shouto as if trying to parse whether or not Shouto meant that literally or if he was messing with him, too. Izuku thought, knowing Shouto, he was being perfectly serious.
“Get whatever you want, lil listeners!”
“One. Fifty.”
“Me and Shitty Hair already agreed on what colors,” Kacchan said. “Red, all the way. With orange and black accents.”
“Awwww, Kacchan, you already have a date?” Hitoshi cooed.
“Obviously. As if you don’t.”
Hitoshi grinned, ears a little pink, and he scratched the back of his head. “Heh, yeah. Fumi and I decided to surprise each other.” Hitoshi winced. “Um. Hopefully he won't regret that.” Izuku held back a snort. Kacchan didn’t.
“Who are you going with, lil listener?” Mic asked Izuku. Izuku jumped a bit, not expected to be addressed.
“Oooh, uuuhh”
“With me,” Shouto answered for him. “I’m thinking white and green, what do you think, Izuku?”
Izuku felt his whole face turn red as he struggled to find his voice.
Did he think Shouto was objectively the most attractive person in class? Clearly. He wasn’t blind. Shouto had been on the covers of magazines before, for All Might’s sake. People in the streets did double takes when he walked past. He looked like a model.
Also he was kind. And smart. And funny in a very straightforward way. And honest. You always knew where you stood with Shouto.
Usually.
“W-we–I am?” Izuku asked, baffled.
Shouto nodded as if Izuku had agreed. Hitoshi was muffling laughter into his palm. Kacchan, though, Kacchan was looking at him with an odd look in his eyes. Not a negative one. Just odd. Like he was looking at Izuku and seeing something else. He looked like that, every now and then. Izuku never really knew why or what, though.
“Soft greens,” Kacchan declared. “Like mint.”
Shouto nodded solemnly, then turned to disappear into the racks. Hitoshi grabbed Kacchan’s arm. “Ok Mr. Fashionista. Help me find a dress. I’m talking ball gown.”
“You’ll be the prettiest princess there, Shitstain.”
A warm hand landed on Izuku’s shoulder. He looked up at Mic. “Do you want any help, Izuku?”
“Oh, uh, I didn’t bring my wallet.” Izuku flushed.
Aizawa, who had been scrolling on his phone, pretending to ignore them, heaved yet another sigh. “One. Fifty. Oh my god. How many times have I said it?”
“M-me too?” Izuku asked. “B-but”
“One. Fifty.”
“C’mon, Izuku,” Mic laughed. “Before he blows a gasket.”
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Shouto was happy with what he found. A white suit with a soft green shirt. No tie. He found them too restricting. He was debating whether to go with traditional black shoes or to be adventurous and try white or gray, when he heard Izuku emerge from the changing rooms with a typical stumble.
He turned.
He froze.
Izuku was wearing a soft-looking mint green tunic suit with white embroidery. It made his hair and eyes seem even more vibrant than ever. Izuku caught him looking and he shyly pulled on the hem of his sleeve.
“Awwww, kiddo that looks so good on you!” Papa Mic crowed. “I think that’s the one!”
“Y-you think so? Isn’t it a bit much?”
“It’s perfect.”
Izuku turned back to Shouto with wide eyes. Shouto swallowed and repeated. “It’s perfect.”
“Awww, you two look so handsome together.” Papa Mic cooed.
There was loud fumbling from the furthest changing room.
“No, Shitstain, your arm goes here! Goes here! No! There, now hold still.”
“Owch!”
“I said hold still!”
Papa Mic looked concerned. Dadzawa looked bored. “You boys ok in there?”
“No looking!”
“We’re okay, Papa!”
“It’s a fucking surprise.”
When they did emerge, for some reason from the same changing room, both of them were back in their regular clothes, though Hitoshi had a huge bundle of purple fabric in his arms, and Katsuki was holding the hanger of a tuxedo that was a brilliant, shining shade of red. It looked very sleek to Shouto’s untrained eye. “I need a bowtie,” Katsuki declared. “And then I’m done.”
“I need shoes,” Hitoshi declared. “Papa, hold this.” He shoved the bundle into Papa Mic’s arms, who took it and gently shook it out to get a better look. It was, in fact, very sparkly, with shimmering threads of silver twirling across the surface like flowering vines.
“See, babe,” Papa Mic dug an elbow into Dad’s side. “I told you it wouldn’t take that long. It’s not like shopping with Nem. They’re too boys to take that long.”
“That’s sexist.”
“I’m right and you know it.”
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Katsuki had lived this before. Before, he’d stood in the corner, forced to go by his mother, wearing a plain-ass black tux. He’d gone stag. Partly because he hadn’t asked anyone, mostly because people would have been too afraid to say yes had he asked. He’d done little besides drink punch and fuck around on his phone.
This time
“You look great, man,” Kirishima said, softly, offering his arm. Katsuki scoffed and hooked Eijiro’s arm around his before being the one to lead them onto the dance floor. People were already dancing like drunk squirrels, and Katsuki was determined to show them who’s boss.
“You look like someone else dressed you,” Katsuki offered a bit meanly, but Eijiro, as always, read between the lines and laughed. Eijiro was wearing a regular suit, not a tux like Katsuki, but the cut suited him well. It was a darker shade of red than what Katsuki was wearing, but the look of the two shades side by side was pleasing.
Eijiro was about to say something, when he cocked his head to look over Katsuki’s shoulder. “Bro.”
“What?” Katsuki turned around, then he rolled his eyes. “Fucking diva.”
It was his dumbass brother in his dumbass strapless floor-length satin tulle ball gown. Though, even Katsuki had to admit that he – Katsuki, not Shitstain – did a great job picking it out. The glittery violet fabric looked great on Shitstain’s complexion, and Papa did a good job on his hair and make-up. His hair wasn’t the usual gravity defying rats nest. It had been tamed, laying down in curls with the sides braided to meet in the back.
“HITOSHI”
Katsuki had to bite back a laugh. That Fucking Chicken was staring across the room to where Shitstain was descending down the stairs like a fucking princess, beak agape. Before, neither of them had ever been in a serious relationship – to his knowledge anyway. He didn’t think they’d even been friends.
He liked this better.
Hitoshi glided across the floor in his five-inch heels that were made of approximately three pounds of metal, plastic, and glitter. The grace was a result of days of practice walking in them up and down their hallway when he thought no one was paying attention. Well, even Katsuki had to admit it paid off when Tokoyami stared up at him with wide eyes.
“Y-you um your visage is uh er uh the starlight of your countenance h-has” For once, it seemed like the Chicken was lost for words. Hitoshi’s eyelashes dipped shyly as he peered through them at Tokoyami.
“You look handsome,” Hitoshi told him. “Even with how dark it is, you stand out.”
And it was true. Tokoyami was wearing a gray vintage style tailcoat with an overall steampunk vibe. Katsuki might not think he was handsome, but he did stand out.
Tokoyami drew himself up, inhaled deeply, and said. “You’re breathtaking. Even with all of the many lights decorating the room, you stand among them as the brightest.”
And then Katsuki had the great misfortune of seeing their first kiss.
He wasn’t at all pleased.
#fanfic#fanfiction#bnha#dadzawa#eraserhead#bakugou katsuki#bakugou#hitoshi shinsou#shouto todoroki#izuku midoriya#deku#deku mha#my hero academia#mha#flufftober 2023#flufftober#papa mic#fumikage tokoyami#kirishima eijirou
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papa!simon 🎀
Just realized I put the same pics twice 😟
#lunden’s open mic ૮ ˆﻌˆ ა#simon ghost riley#simon riley#task force 141#cod mw3#simon ghost x reader#ijustbetalkingbruh!#simon ghost riley x reader#ghost simon riley#simon riley x you#simon riley fluff#papa!simon
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chapter 26! back to weekly updates but also back to kaminari POV. things happening. dadzawa. so much dadzawa.
discord server progress is coming along and hopefully it'll be ready to run soon, but no guarantees. i am learning so much so quickly. wish me luck trying to process it all. (and if you're interested in joining the server when it happens, let me know. it'll mostly be a group chat experience with probably some channels for more specified ramblings, but... eh it's all complicated and i don't know yet what the end result will look like.)
@kamiiin @agenderlessmatter @mooingandmooning @taconate @nielution @wintosavesavetowin @vesterport @samisnotlegend @catbox-boy uhhhh huh damn that's a lot of people
#spark plug fic#spark plug#kamishin#shinkami#kaminari denki#denki kaminari#hitoshi shinsou#shinsou hitoshi#mha#bnha#my hero academia#boku no hero academia#shouta aizawa#aizawa shouta#eraser head#dadzawa#papa mic#present mic#hizashi yamada#yamada hizashi#dad mic
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i drew this back in 2019 and never colored it until now.
#erasermic#aizawa shouta#yamada hizashi#eraserhead#present mic#eri#bnha#art#fanart#digital art#comic#dadzawa#dadmic#so in fanfic i see a lot of them divided into papa and daddy#or variants on that#like i know papa is also used in japanese#but i wish there was more involved with tosan or otosan#because for me at least the japanese/english divide makes the most sense#because personally one grandmother is Vôvó (portuguese) and the other grandmother is Abuelita (spanish)#and i know that other people use like Nonna or babushka#so the most obvious divide is language
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who gave him the RIGHT.
#we got jiggles#we got thrusts#we got a sexy lil mic toss#barking respectfully#my gifs#the band ghost#papa emeritus iv#hope someone didn’t make this already#if you did lmk!!#papa iv#papa emeritus#copia#ghost gifs#ghost bc#ghost band#ghost the band#tobias forge
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