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thecuriousquest · 9 months

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Are you able to write how yandere erasermic would react to darling reader cutting herself and they find out? If you don't write for sh please ignore this!❤️

When Blades Dance with Flesh

Yandere EraserMic x Fem!Reader

Tag List: @issamomma

Warnings: Yandere themes, cutting, blood, blades, cruel punishment, implied kidnapping, aggressive behavior, stripping

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Caught in the tight grip of Eraserhead and Present Mic, you never have a moment of peace unless you’re in the shower.

The shower is your safe space, your refuge. It’s the only place you can get away with your unhealthy coping mechanism.

They harp on you day in and day out. Picking up the blade, you caress the skin of your thigh with the sharp edge. Ribbons of scarlet swirl with the water, running down the drain. The stinging burn left from your wounds distracts you from the fact that your life is over. Long gone are the days where you could be care free. Now, you always have to be on your guard.

Tears drip into your incisions, and with your palms a bloody mess, you wipe them away with the back of your hand as you shut the water off. As you step out of the tub, you take out your little first aid kit and begin to clean up, further removing your worries from your mind as you focus on disinfecting and wrapping your thighs.

The cutting and clean up help distract you, and at this point, you’ll welcome any distraction.

Throwing away a piece of gauze you used to dab at the incision, you finish tying the bandage around your thigh. You’ve gotten to the point now where you can walk without wincing, even if it is especially difficult with the larger and deeper cuts. However, you can’t let them know.

When you arrive at your room without a bed, you look through your closet for pants. Pushing past the burning of your aching flesh, you pull on your black jeans, careful as not to shift your bandage out of place. Dressing in socks and a white, long sleeve shirt, you pad out of the room and down to the dinner table, knowing that they won’t tolerate you being late.

You don’t want them to have to come and get you. Nothing good ever happens when they do that.

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You greet Hizashi in the kitchen, giving him a shy wave as you sit down in between the head and the other end of the table. It’s unnerving to be in their presence, but when you go against their rules, you always feel like you’ll eventually get caught. You can’t help but feel like anything you do, any facial expression you make, any glint in your eye, might end up revealing your addiction.

Yamada sits down at the far end of the table as Shouta takes the head. The raven haired man looks especially displeased tonight. You wonder what could be irking him.

“Something wrong?” You ask right before swallowing a mouthful of food.

“You know, we understand that this is a big adjustment for you. It can’t be easy, but we brought you here for your own safety. You can’t be out in a world so terrible and dangerous.”

Having heard this speech so many times before, you simply nod as you shove another forkful of food past your lips. “Yes, Sir.”

“We have rules here for a reason. They’re to make sure that you are safe and well-behaved. Can you list them for me?”

Yamada sits up, a little confused about what’s going on. “Is she in trouble, Sho? What happened?”

All his partner does is hold up a finger to him in response. “We’ll get to that. Right now, I want you to list the rules for me.”

You don’t even have to think about them. Every rule is ingrained in your psyche along with the punishments that go with them if you happen to break one.

“Never call you names, never try to run away from home, never do anything to endanger myself, no talking back, don’t run away from punishments, hold still during punishments, eat three meals a day, and go to bed when told to.”

“Right, so, care to explain this?” He takes a piece of bloody gauze from his pocket and sets it on the table before you.

“That’s not mine.” Fuck, you’re basically digging your own grave now.

“Is this yours?” Shouta asks Hizashi.

“No,” the blonde replies.

They fix their attention back on you, waiting for a truthful response.

“Well?”

“Well what?” you ask sharply.

Shouta reaches over the table and grabs your bicep. Remaining seated, he drags you in front of him. He shifts towards you in order to keep you trapped between his long legs. The brunette begins rolling up your sleeves, and he sees the scars on your arms, but nothing fresh.

As he tries to look you in the eyes, guiltily, you look away. His rugged demeanor cuts through you like a hot blade, and you find yourself trying to squirm away from his grip.

Keeping you clenched between his knees tightly, he begins working the button and zipper of your pants. You know there’s no point, but you try to swat his hands away.

“No, Shouta! Don’t you dare! That’s so fucking indecent!”

He gives your lip a light smack. “Don’t mouth off to me, girl. If you know what’s good for you, hold still.”

You bend at the hips, trying to sink your weight back as you push against his shoulders. All he does is add pressure to your knees and thighs, making you cry out in pain.

Damn, he’s strong.

Wrestling your pants down isn’t an easy feat, and he has to spank you multiple times just to get you to release the loops of your jeans as you hold onto them for dear life.

The bandages have shifted out of place completely with all of the manhandling. With your pants at your knees, you have to stand before the two heroes in your underwear with your blood-soaked thigh bandages.

The look on Shouta’s face is one you never thought you’d see as he stares at your cuts. His mouth is drawn in a line, but there’s so much going on behind his eyes. Anger at himself for not knowing, anger at you for not coming to him, confusion for how this could have happened in the first place, guilt because he didn’t pick up on a single clue, and hurt because you’re his precious girl who’s taking everything out on her skin.

And then, you see it. A tear welling up in his eyes before he forces it down.

You look to Hizashi and see that he isn’t sad like Shouta. He’s fuming with the rage of a thousand gods.

Pushing himself away from the table, he stands from his chair and stalks over to you. Grabbing you by your wrist, he walks over to the sink. You’re not sure what he’s doing until he uses the spray head attached to the sink to wash your thighs with cold water.

Shouta doesn’t know what to think, but he doesn’t see Hizashi doing anything too bad, so he lets his partner do what he thinks is necessary. That is until the salt comes out.

Shouts shoots out of his seat and stands between you and the blonde. “Wait a minute. Do you really think it’s a good idea to do that?”

“Sho, we gave her time to adjust, and she took advantage of that. We had no idea. I had no idea. For fuck’s sake, Shouta, she could have ended up killing herself!”

The thought of finding you dead in the house one day causes the brunette to give you one last look before stepping aside.

Hizashi forces you to sit on the chair you previously took at dinner. He holds both of your wrists with one hand as he goes about pouring salt all over each and every slit you cut into your thighs.

An agonized wail tears from your throat, and Hizashi hasn’t even begun the real punishment yet. He slides his massive palm up and down your flesh, scrubbing the wounds with the tiny white grains until your skin is raw, throbbing, and aching for relief.

You have never really given any thought to the phrase “rubbing salt in the wound” until just now.

He watches you intensely, noticing your fingernails digging into your palms. He shakes you, forcing your attention on him.

“I’ll have none of that! No more hurting yourself!”

Sniveling, you try to placate him. “Okay! I won’t!”

Hizashi looks around at the mess he made in the kitchen. There’s salt and blood on the chair along with water on the floor from spraying you. Sighing, he asks Shouta if he can put you to bed.

“Leave her legs as they are. She needs to learn,” the Voice Hero requests as the brunette picks you up bridal style.

Shouta doesn’t respond as he takes you to the bedroom. He peels your wet clothes off of you and does his best to wash the salt from your cut up thighs despite what Hizashi asked. It hurts, and it makes you hiss, but Shouta assures you that everything will be alright as he wraps up your legs with gauze bandages.

The pro places his hands on your face, cupping your cheeks. “You had to have picked this up from someone. That’s exactly why you need to be with us. You can’t take care of yourself. You just don’t know how.”

Closing your eyes, you cry because you know arguing won’t get you anything but a mouth full of soap and possibly a sore bottom. In your agitated state, you feel like all you can do is scream.

Tormented sobs violently ricochet through your body, and Shouta truly believes his words are registering to you.

Oh, yes, they register alright, but not in a positive way like he thinks. All you feel is loss and entrapment, feeling as though you’ll never be able to escape this hellhole.

———

The aftermath of your cutting incident is quite a gruesome process. Shouta and Hizashi bring in a specialist for laser hair removal because you’re no longer allowed to shave ever again. The kitchen knives are locked up in a safe, and you have no idea what the combination is. All of the glass in the house has been replaced with bulletproof windows, and they even figured out how to make all of the mirrors unbreakable.

With all of this done, they still keep an eye on you as if you’re a danger to yourself. You’re their little lamb that they have to protect at all costs, and they’re going to make sure that you understand that.

Fuck, you could really use a good blade right now.

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neaxsfiction · 9 months

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How the mha characters would react when their s/o gets hurt in a fight? (U can chose which characters) ❤️

Hello! Sorry this took so long, I was a bit busy with my personal life. Imma write characters that are gonna have the most unique reactions then. Thanks for the request!❤️

Note; please if you're interested in giving me a request, write me down the character(s) you'd like to read in my work, it helps me to organize my thoughts and focus on specific characters. Also the more specific you are, the better my fic / oneshot / headcannons are gonna turn out, ty<3

MHA characters reacting to their S/O getting hurt during a fight

Dabi

Let's be honest, that guy isn't attached to anybody. He can't feel any type of emotion unless it's on extreme levels. That's exactly why he doesn't feel anger when he sees you injured, he feels rage.

He wants to burn the place down. Burn the hero. Their whole family line. He's the type of person who you wouldn't know that he appreciates you that much so you'd be surprised to see how much he got worried. Even he doesn't understand what's going on with him. Only thing that I know, is that I wouldn't wanna be that hero, facing him in battle.

Tomura Shigaraki

He's extremely calm. More than how much he should be. However that's only a facade in front of you. He's fueled with anger on the hero who dared to touch you and cause you this suffering.

He wants to get revenge for sure. He can't come up with a plan that will ensure them winning the battle over heroes so he gets provided the help of Kurogiri. He wants to turn to dust the entire family tree of the hero who did all that to you.

Bakugo Katsuki

There are at least 3 people holding him so he doesn't run outside and give your attacker a piece of his own medicine (probably midoriya kirishima and tenya).

He ends up going outside in the city to find your attacker and make them pay but of course he returns without having done anything other than wandering in the streets furiously. Probably returns calmer though.

Izuku Midoriya

Man he almost faints when he sees you injured like this. It's not that he's not familiar with injuries or blood but he freaks out when his loved ones are in that situation.

After he does his best to keep his composure, he asks you details on how you were attacked, who attacked you and things that could in general help him. He's not the type to get revenge but this incident wouldn't go unnoticed, especially if someone else injured you.

Hawks

Hawks is of course the type to worry and get you immediately in the hospital. He tries to get some answers from you once you're in a good shape to talk.

He immediately reports the incident to his higher ups and avoids chasing the attacker on his own. Hawks is clearly the workaholic type of man, who doesn't want his personal life to get mixed with his work so he won't chase down the attacker. However he will investigate, till he can't no more, and if he happens to face your attacker in a battle, he'll be more than happy to give his all and get revenge for you.

Shouta Aizawa

Just like Hawks, he doesn't want his personal life getting mixed with his work. If the villains knew you are one of Aizawa's loved ones, you'd become their no 1 bait and he'd hate himself if he let that happen.

Pretty much wants to destroy the attacker, but his calm aura doesn't let those violent emotions get out. Of course, if he happens to face the attacker in battle, he's giving his all, even his life if needed.

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heroloverangel · 11 months

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Sweet Dreams

Aizawa takes to parenthood surprisingly well.

It’s okay for spouses to keep a few innocent secrets from each other. Your husband’s never confessed how many hours he’s spent at the local cat cafes over the years, and you’ve never thought to ask. On your end, you’d never admit that you may have had a few early concerns about Shouta becoming a father, and you’re definitely not going to mention them at this point.

Your greatest worry, that he’d be too exhausted from work to raise a newborn, couldn’t have been more wrong. You’re surprised he’s been able to put such a hard limit on both his teaching duties and hero work; the other faculty have stepped in to help with his lessons, and nothing short of a true unavoidable villain emergency can summon him to the streets while he’s on leave. For the first time since you met, his schedule is almost completely clear to rest and prioritize his personal life instead of the entire country. Besides his regular training with Shinso and caring for Eri, which neither of you has ever considered real work, Aizawa is free to spend all the time he wants with your new daughter.

It’s a welcome relief that Yume is a dream baby to care for. It’s clear she takes after her father; you think your little girl would happily sleep the entire day away if you didn’t keep rudely waking her to eat every few hours. You’d been more than a little worried about her sleeping habits in the first few weeks, but her pediatrician’s declared her to be a perfectly healthy newborn who just wants some extra nap time. It doesn’t take long to establish a perfect system; no matter how grumpy she is at being woken up for a meal, the moment you pass her to Shouta it’s like flipping a magic switch. She stares up at him with sleepy eyes and, as if it’s an extremely niche second quirk he’s been hiding his whole life, almost immediately yawns and drifts back off. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t jealous.

You treat yourself to a long shower this afternoon and relax under the steam until the hot water runs out. You stop to pull a bottle out of the fridge and warm it up before wandering back into your bedroom and smile at what you find. Shouta’s asleep in your bed with Yume cuddled into his chest, one strong hand splayed across her tiny back to keep her steady. You fish your phone out of your robe pocket as quietly as you can and take a few quick pictures, but your hero has razor-sharp instincts and notices immediately.

“You know unauthorized photography is a crime,” he yawns, and you sigh dramatically.

“Oh no, Eraserhead’s caught me. I’m a repeat offender, I guess you’re gonna have to haul me off to jail,” you plead in mock-distress until you’re overcome with laughter. “She’s due for a meal, can you feed her?” He nods, with a bit of effort manages to sit up and shift the baby into the crook of his arm without disturbing her. He takes the bottle in his free hand and taps your daughter’s cheek with it while you step over to change your clothes.

“Nap’s over, kitty.” You can’t help but smile at the nickname he’s given her. It came so naturally that you’re not even sure he’s aware that he calls her that, but it warms your heart every time you hear how gently he says it to her. From the corner of your eye you watch him tap her cheek with the tip of the bottle until she lets out the tiniest whine and opens her mouth for it. Her eyes slip closed again after a minute, and you realize she’s fallen back asleep as she drinks comfortably in her father’s arms.

“You’re just showing off now,” you pout, dropping your robe on the floor and reaching for your fresh clothes.

He shakes his head, smiling faintly at Yume. “I’m not showing off, we just have a lot in common.” He looks over to catch sight of you changing and gives you a low, teasing whistle of appreciation. You roll your eyes, but his attention still sends a flicker of butterflies to your stomach after all this time.

“My eyes are up here, Eraser.” You can’t pretend to actually be annoyed when the three of you are in the middle of such a nice moment and instead climb into bed next to them. You stroke Yume’s dark hair and she gives you a little coo as the empty bottle slips out of her mouth. “She really is amazing,” you murmur, reaching over to take her from Aizawa and leaning her against your shoulder to burp. “I was expecting her to be way more work.”

He flops back down onto his pillow. “It’s almost suspicious,” he agrees. “You think she just wants us to let our guard down before she turns into a screaming monster?”

Satisfied that she’s taken care of, you lay her down between the two of you and stare down at them. “She’d be the worst villain in history, don’t even joke about that!” Shouta looks back at you with a wide grin, and you wonder if there’s ever been a time in his life when he’s been so openly happy. You stroke your baby’s face and she barely stirs. “Hey kiddo, you think you might wanna wake up when Eri’s done with her classes for the day? You know how much your big sis loves playing with you.” There’s the slightest lift of an eyelid in response, and you take that as a yes.

“Hey, Shouta? I think we got really lucky with our family.”

He’s already halfway back asleep himself and lets out a tired yawn before he answers you. “Me too, kitten. Can you get the light?” You drag yourself off the bed long enough to hit the switch before returning to lay down with them. You’ve earned a bit of a nap yourself, and you’ll need all the energy you can get if Yume really is a little monster in disguise.

#hero dadcademia #shouta aizawa x reader #bnha x reader

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nishayuro · 4 months

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Excuse me, ✨The Amazing Madam Nisha✨ but I would like to send in a request. I would like Tamaki, Tsuyu, and Eraserhead with a GN reader (platonic) that has a similar personality to Hu Tao because my girl deserves better. Also her is cake for your hard work 🎂

My Hero Academia with Hu Tao! Reader (Platonic)

A/N: Hallo! Thank you for the cake ^^ I hope u enjoy this!

Genre: Fluff

GN! Reader

Warning: Mention of dead people (nothing graphic)

Character building!! Your quirk lets you summon a sentient ghost buddy (It’s similar to Dark Shadow.) that for some reason has fire powers, you speculate that its a demon, but who are you to judge really.

Another thing about your quirk is it lets you see the memories of dead people when you touch their corpse. Kinda creepy, I know.

Your family runs a funeral parlour, so your whole life you’ve been exposed to the notion of life and death, and you’ve long ago removed that fear in you. Human lives are meant to end one way or another, But that doesn’t stop you from dreaming of being a hero, so that even for a few more years, those people can live their lives and die of natural causes and not of evil doings.

You’re a very cheerful person albeit your fascination with death, which drives some people crazy when you go up to offer them coupons for your family’s business. But hey, who can blame you? Business is business.

Tamaki Amajiki

You’re one of the Big 3, well, now known as the Big 4 along with Mirio and Nejire. Your quirk has been helpful with lots of murder investigations, and you’ve trained your ghost buddy with controlling its fire.

Tamaki at first was scared of you, I mean, you did offer him a coupon for a coffin one time when he was to be deployed on a mission.

But he later realised that it's just a personality of yours, and got used to you.

Whenever he has his panic attacks, you’d let your little ghost buddy out for Tamaki to play with as a form of calming himself.

He sometimes gets scared when the Big 4 hangs out and Nejire asks about your missions, because most of the time, you’re deployed to help solve murder cases. And that’s not entirely a fun topic.

But overall, Tamaki is glad to have a friend like you, who shows they case in even the weirdest ways.

Tsuyu Asui

You’re one of class 1-A’s top fighters, along with Bakugo, Todoroki, and Midoriya.

Tsuyu is a naturally friendly person, so she was able to befriend you right away, and you earned yourself a place with the Deku Squad.

She does get a bit creeped out when you offer up coupons and promos, but she’s there to pull you away from possibly angering or creeping out anyone else with your antics.

She knows you’re a very dependable friend though, and goes to you for advice whenever she has a problem.

You also come to her whenever missions get taxing, sure, you’re used to the face of death, but it’s still a whole new can of worms to be sent out to missions where you know you’ll see bodies, some more gory than others.

When days like that come, she’ll be there to help you through them and get you back to your ever so energetically weird self.

Aizawa Shouta

You’re his student, and with the rise of Nomu cases, your quirk has been in demand to help solve it.

Being able to see the memories of dead people helped with solving many murder cases, so naturally, they’d wanna see how your quirk works on the Nomus.

Aizawa at first was against this, I mean, this was emotionally draining even for someone like you.

But you assured him that this was a way to properly give justice to the poor souls who suffered.

So he’ll let you, but will be with you when you do it.

He knows you’re dependable and strong, and he admires your resilience.

He’s also another one to wrangle you up before you cause trouble with your ways of promoting the funeral business.

He’d do everything to protect your cheerful energy, he’d hate to see that light of yours grow dim.

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pleathewrites · 2 months

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bellow the fire into my deadened lungs

chapter 5: when they come for you, i will shield your name

(summary) | dabihawks, todoroki family, seroroki, kiribaku, aizawa & class of 1a, all might, league of villains

_______ DAY 8 _______

It is the day of his court hearing that Todoroki Touya dies, for the second time.

Keigo hears it live on the television at a nothing diner Eraserhead and All Might had said they would pick him up from. They were going to allow Keigo to sit in the same car as Touya on the way to the courthouse, planning to follow in a separate car.

“BREAKING NEWS: TODOROKI TOUYA, KNOWN AS ‘DABI’, DIES IN VEHICULAR EXPLOSION WHILE BEING TRANSPORTED TO HIS COURT HEARING!”

The only thing Keigo can hear through the ringing in his ears is the forgotten five-year-old tucked away at the back of his mind screaming, ‘No! No! NO!’

The only thing Keigo could feel through blizzard winds whipping across his soaring wings was the home within his heart Touya had built with scarred preening hands collapsing and compressing until he could no longer breathe.

And when he gasps to a landing halt, the only thing Keigo can see through thick smoke and scrap metal with his quirk-enhanced vision is the crude and grotesquely torn-off ring finger Keigo had spent countless hours tracing with his lips, imagining how it’d look enclosed by a gold band with, ‘forever,’ engraved inside.

“Touya!”

He’s pulled back before he can run into the flames. All Might holds Keigo with every ounce of strength he no longer has and Eraserhead is using his quirk to soften sharpened feathers that cut into All Might’s straining arms. They’re both talking, speaking to Keigo, warning him — they won’t stop talking —

‘Don’t they understand that Touya needs me, that I need to save him?’

It feels like minutes, hours, seconds, days, before red and orange fire is hosed down completely, and there is no trace of Touya’s body.

“But — I don’t…”

A member of the forensic team is bending down to bag Touya’s left ring finger when Keigo faintly realizes he’s stopped struggling against All Might.

The five-year-old child Keigo has hidden for so long comes out, “He’s fireproof?”

(Keigo is in too much shock to see the look Shouta gives Yagi — the one that says, ‘don’t say a word.’)

“The damage the fire had done to his body activated the chip inside his wrist to explode. He died almost instantly if that eases your pain any,” Eraserhead tells Keigo.

The world drops below his feet, not in the manner of when Keigo jumps off buildings to welcome blue skies, but in the manner of gravity plummeting those not gifted with flight to splatter them across concrete.

Keigo pushes All Might off him with a rough shove and flies to his safehouse, to his home — their home.

And he screams.

Every feather of his wings sharpen and fly out his back. Dozens of paper-thin cuts sting his cheeks, his neck, and cut through the arms and thighs of his flight suit. The shatter of broken pots and pierced glass means nothing to him. The clatter and bang of splintered wood and stabbed walls do not swallow the horrible shriek of his grieving wails.

He’s dropped to his knees and he’s screaming, his still screaming, and he does not stop until his vocal cords are torn and swollen shut, until the floorboards are pounded through and clutched between a paralyzed stress-grip, until the fibers of his living room rug are stuck wetly to his nose, until the only noise he can hoarse out are the croons Touya had heard only a handful of times in his short, unlived life.

Keigo stays like that for hours, in the fetal position that five-year-old child had learned to be his only comfort in a life like his. He croons to himself the way Touya had loved so much until his body was too tired to do anything else but drift Keigo away to moonlit-metal and blue dreams.

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mintmatcha · 2 years

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You know what's about to happen.

Aizawa is leaning against the wall of the venue, forehead pressed into the brick. The ceremony was supposed to start over an hour ago, but yet he's here, hiding, avoiding.

You know what's about to happen.

He doesn't mention anything about your dress or your makeup; you're not sure why that hurts so much. He's never been one to overly compliment anyone, but... you thought today would be different..

"I'm sorry." Aizawa steps back as you approach, head dipped so low you can't see his expression, "I can't-"

“Shou, it's fine that you're running late, let's just-.” You’re giggling even though your gut is tight with knots and sinking, dropping so fast you think you might throw up, “Let’s go inside.”

He sighs your name with a shake of his head, eyes never rising off the ground to look at you. The knot of his tie is loosened and tilted to the side, wrinkling that perfectly pressed shirt you had picked out for this day. The little boutineer, pine and white flowers-- something simple, just like he wanted, is no longer pinned to the lapel on his suit; it’s in his hand, unpinned and limp from body heat.

“Shouta, let’s-” you gesture with your bouquet, a bit wildly. The buzzing in your brain grows thicker and you don’t quite feel real anymore, “It’s-- the wedding needs to start. People are- There’s-”

You swallow. You swallow a second time, but that lump doesn't move. “It’s our wedding, Shouta.”

He doesn’t move. He doesn’t look up. His fist closes around the flowers and you too feel crushed.

“I want to spend the rest of my life with you,” you whisper.

“I know.” Aizawa presses his lips together. “I’m sorry."

The silence drags long and awkward, both of you waiting for the other to give. "I understand that you're mad."

"I wish I hated you." You wipe your nose on your arm and the lipstick smears across your skin. It doesn't need to be perfect anymore. The calmness in the emptiness inside you is almost unsettling; you want to scream and cry and riot, but you can't. You just speak. "I wish I was furious, but I'm just-- I'm heartbroken."

Finally, he meets your eye. The wet shine of tears shines his cheeks, but you don't feel pity, "I know."

The scent of your perfume makes you want to vomit. It's special-- one that you picked especially for today, so you would always have a scent memory to hold on to.

"Can you at least tell me why?"

"No," Aizawa answers too quickly, "I can't hurt you like that."

"Shouta," you laugh again, but this time it aches, "You've already ruined me."

#content.cold #angst tw

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shibaraki · 2 years

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⇢ spoilers for bnha chapter 282

Trauma, you think, is not only applicable to injury or assault. To survival or war. The disembodiment that follows a sudden change, the lack of control that comes with loss in your life of which you hadn’t expected, is a trauma in and of itself.

You are forced to confront your own helplessness.

The first step is to accept that there is now a before and after, a fork in the road that you will never again retrace. Seated on the bedroom floor with your spine pressed uncomfortably against the bed frame, you aren’t sure if it’s possible.

Something inside you fractures at the sound of Eri’s muffled sobs. She is curled into herself beneath the comforter like a pill bug, the small bump trembling where she remains hidden from you. To a heart as bruised as her own, it is not safe to cry here without Shouta.

Medical jargon filters through your memory. Definite loss of his right eye due to contact with Shigaraki’s quirk and self amputation below the right knee. High risk of infection. Currently being kept in a medically induced coma. You aren’t allowed to see him yet.

Neither of you are.

Even though you aren’t her legal guardian, you are her guardian’s partner. With most of the remaining heroes either recovering in the ICU or out in the field, the already short list of candidates to take care of her was much shorter.

But a young child with her history only saw people with many faces, and feared the ways their intentions could change. She did not know know who you were without her foster father present. Instinct guided her under the blankets again and again, away from any possible harm— away from you.

There’s guilt leaden in your stomach that you wish would dissolve. It was unjustifiably cruel that Eri’s stability be ripped from beneath her feet so soon, and in part you feel like a liar for making promises you could not keep. Pointless as it is, you wonder if you could’ve done more to prevent this. You should have been there with him. But if you’d have been there, you might not be here.

“Eri,” her breathing hitches, wet and meek as she expects punishment, still trying so hard to be quiet. “Could you come out from there, sweetheart? It’s important that you eat to stay healthy and strong”.

How is Eri? the others would ask. Your answer does not change: struggling. Struggling to eat. Struggling to sleep. Struggling to speak. The word has become so integrated into your daily vocabulary that it starts to sound foreign in your mouth. You her routine and replicate it well, yet it still isn’t right, because you’re not her father. The texture of your food is too odd, the way you braid her hair is too loose, the way you detangle her knots is too rough. You try to tuck her in, to coax her into resting with a pleasant story, but to her it’s a betrayal. Bedtime stories are his and hers and Shouta is irreplaceable.

The lump doesn’t budge. “I’d love it if you shared some of these jelly packets with me,” you try again, grimacing through the break in your voice. Plastic crinkles in your hand. It was a risky shot but you’re running out of options. “There’s lots to choose from”.

You watch the gradual shifting of her body, lured by the promise of a sweet treat. Timid, Eri meets your gaze over the edge of her blankets with red rimmed eyes. Atleast there is no fear there, only caution — maybe even a kindling of hope in them as they flicker to the colourful packets in your hand. “Is... is it really okay?” she finally asks, filling the drawn out silence, “those are Mr. Aizawa’s favourites”.

“They are. I know he would want us both to enjoy them together,” you give her your best attempt at a reassuring smile. She deliberates before shuffling to the end of her bed and lingering there for a moment, deliberating. You had not expected that she would climb down, nor that she would slowly crawl into your lap, but you welcome her weight with a swell in your chest.

You’re reminded then of a conversation between you and Shouta before he left for the raid. Before he got hurt. Be careful, love. She needs you, you’d told him. You’re practically her father. Being assigned the role of a reluctant parental figure was joked about in good faith, especially with his newest class —and taking custody of Eri without question or complaint had only fuelled it further— but in this instance you were being sincere. She would be, and is, undoubtedly distraught by his absence.

Eri receives the flavoured jelly packet with a quiet thank you, sinking into your chest as she brings it to her lips. You tuck your nose against her crown and try not to cry.

If she’s my daughter, he had replied, a soft kiss left in your hair, then she’s yours too.

#bnha x reader #aizawa x reader #idk what this is I have just always wanted to explore eri & readers dynamic #parenting ur partners kid is uncomfortable!! especially when it is amidst tragedy lol #m.aizawa

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weekly fic recs | 45

prompt: sleep

fandoms: bnha, mdzs, svsss, tgcf

bnha

Cracked, Fried, and Scrambled by PoppinBoppin

(mature) (graphic depictions of violence, major character death)

On a spring day in April, Kacchan tells Deku to take a swan dive off a roof and hope for a quirk in his next life.

On a spring day in April, Deku follows a simple sequence of actions.

Deku leaves school, gritting his teeth with tears in his eyes.

Deku claws Katsuki out of fire and grit and grease and slime.

Deku walks away, Katsuki screaming at his back. I don’t need your help! You’re Useless! This means Nothing to me!

And Then...

On a spring morning in April, Katsuki arrives at Aldera Junior High early to perform classroom duties, and stops in front of the bloodied corpse of Midoriya Izuku. - Unable to deal with the unbearable guilt of causing his childhood friend's death, Bakugou Katsuki finds a way to see him again.

Meanwhile, Aizawa Shouta deals with an unbearably high mortality rate with his students, even if he takes the right steps to try to stop them.

I'll Sleep When I'm Dead by iizukuus

“IcyHot?” “I need—need help, I can’t, can’t—” Shouto breathes, tears staining his cheeks as he stumbles over to Bakugou, his muscles are weak, heavy—they aren’t working. His legs give out and— ”Easy, easy,” Bakugou stumbles back and keeps Shouto up with his steady arms, holds on to his waist tight. “I don't know what to do,” he hiccups, pressing his face into Bakugou’s shoulder as he sobs and tugs at his shirt, “what’s happening to me?”

Shouto gets hit with a quirk that prevents him from sleeping and reality as he knows it, crumbles before him.

mdzs

let the sun go down on your anger; let it burn you to sleep by enbysaurus_rex

Wei Wuxian's been treating his narcolepsy with his golden core

The core removal changes things

You, Asleep and Dreaming by etymologyplayground

(mature)

Wei Wuxian chuckles and starts pushing Lan Wangji's outer robes off his shoulders. "Poor Lan Zhan, subject to such earthly miseries. You must be exhausted, come to bed, come to bed."

"Mm," Lan Wangji says. He raises his arms so that Wei Wuxian can keep undressing him. His clothes will end up on the floor, but no matter. Wei Wuxian's deft hands at his belts are worth wrinkled robes.

"... Goodness, Hanguang-Jun, you wear too many damned layers," Wei Wuxian tells him after a while. "Would it kill you to stop after a reasonable five?"

Wei Wuxian moves into the Jingshi. They sleep together.

like a moonbeam, here you are by typefortydeductions

'At first, Lan Wangji's dreams are the same as they have ever been. Memories of Wei Ying, his unconscious mind re-rehearsing the same events over and over again. But, slowly they begin to change, filtered through with the same silver-blue light that shines throughout the Cold Ponds. In these dreams, Wei Ying is not raving with madness, not close to death. He curls, small and broken, on a rock not unlike Lan Wangji’s own.'

In seclusion, Lan Wangji dreams of Wei Wuxian, and finds his way back to him.

svsss

love's worth running to by ghostybreads

“Shizun,” he purred, darkly calm despite the anger oozing out of his mock-respectful smile. Luo Binghe's grip on Xiu Ya's blade tightened, and he realised with belated horror that his blood was running down the sword and dripping by Shen Qingqiu's feet. His sword had to be held at an upwards angle now, to reach the place where he pierced him back then.

Shen Qingqiu felt sick. There was something wrong in this dream.

“I ask you again. Do you regret it, Shizun?”

Shen Qingqiu can't answer whether he regrets betraying him. Luo Binghe wants his Shizun to understand how he suffered, and drags Shen Qingqiu into his dreamscape of the Endless Abyss that night.

The only problem: Shen Qingqiu isn't waking up.

What Dreams May Come by The Feels Whale (miscellea)

(explicit)

In the time between sacrificing himself to stop his estranged disciple’s qi deviation and waking up in his back-up body, Shen Yuan -formerly Shen Qingqiu- experiences a long series of dreams that make him confront quite a few things about himself that he’d been stubbornly ignoring.

Good thing they’re just dreams, right? Otherwise he’d never be able to look Luo Binghe in the eye ever again.

Binghe froze under his hands as Shen Yuan brought him into the most gentle hug he could manage. “Still crying?” He asked, only just keeping the unsteadiness out of his voice. He was naked and this was a sex dream and Binghe was crying all over his dick.

He didn’t need his kinks spelled out for him quite this explicitly, thanks.

Or: two horny idiots finally get out of their own way.

tgcf

To see the next part of the dream by goodbye_blue

“I’m sorry Gege, I’m just a bit surprised. Let me make sure I am understanding this correctly,” he said, taking half a step forward. “You are real and also asleep. I am also real, and not a figment of your imagination. We are both real, and asleep, and dreaming the same dream right now.” Xie Lian shrugged. “It looks like it.”

When Xie Lian gets hit by a curse, he winds up sharing his dreams with a certain ghost king who would very much like to know where he is in real life.

Galatea by zarasu

(mature) (graphic depictions of violence)

Caught in the coffin, Xie Lian's desperation reaches a level that splinters his cursed shackles a little. From then on, he finds himself in one of the statues in the Cave of Ten Thousand Gods every time he dreams. His only hope of escaping the coffin completely is asking the mysterious sculptor for help who regularly appears in the cave to work on one of the statues.

#bnha fic recs #bnha #mdzs fic recs #mdzs #tgcf fic recs #tgcf #svsss fic recs #svsss #weekly fic recs #prompt #sleep

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musicfeedsmysoul12 · 1 year

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EraserMicDeku - Fem!Izuku - First Words Soulmate AU - Gremlin Izumi?

Yandere EraserMic maybe?

“God let me live another day so it’s everyone else’s problem.” The voice declared and Shouta whirled around to find a green haired teen his age. She was dressed in the support uniform and looked annoyed.

“… well that’s a bit twisted,” Hizashi next to Shouta said, eyeing the teen. She looked at them briefly before going back to what she was doing before announcing the title. Arguing with a classmate.

“It’s completely an issue that you’re giving Kayama those outfits!”

“It’s good for her Quirk!”

“Giving her a suit with Zippers is a better idea or even nozzles. Not letting her run around with her tits out.” The girl said. “You’re just a pervert or still salty she turned you down… or both. Meaning you violated not one but seven support rules, meaning in a real life situation you’d be fired and blacklisted.” She leaned in to her classmate. “I wonder how Sensei would react?”

“Don’t you dare you Quirkless-“ Shouta and Hizashi moved to stand on either side of her. They gave their best smiles at the other male teen.

“Is there a… problem here?” Asked Hizashi, his teeth sharp.

“Oh, yes, is there?” Shouta asked. The male paused before scoffing and leaving. Shouta would-

“If he goes missing I’m releasing all the stats I made on both of your victims.” Their soulmate said. Shouta paused and looked at her.

“What victims?” He asked. She rolled her eyes.

“Aizawa Shouta and Yamada Hizashi. Both of you got rid of several people over the years who disturbed your family. Most recent was a few annoyances after Kayama and Shirakumo. Ever since I could see the ‘What Victims’ on my arm I realized that I needed to see everyone in my area and figure out who is doing what.” She said. “I’m not stupid. I perhaps made sure to bring attention to a couple myself, but not him. He’s useful. Get rid of him after he manages to get his weird fabric into production. It’ll help long term with various mutation Quirks.”

“… you know we kill people and yet you’re this calm?” Hizashi asked. She shrugged, tucking a lock of green hair behind her head.

“I’m Quirkless. Some people need killing.” She said.

Shouta decided then and there she needed a ring.

#bnha #bnha au #soulmate friday

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craftycheetah · 1 year

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Taught to Love Again 4

I just realized i never posted this or the chap after!! Life grabbed me by the throat lol.

Somehow by sheer luck, Hitoshi convinced Shouta to take the trip. After leaving the cats with a reputable pet daycare, the train tickets are bought, and you’re off in a cozy cabin Hitoshi was more than kind enough to use his pro hero status to get.

“Wat dat?” Kokoro points at a snow-covered mountain through the window.

“That’s Mount Ushiro. When we get to Hyogo, we’re gonna get to see it up close,” you grin.

“Woah!”

“We’re gonna be staying there too. If you’re lucky you might see a little bunny.”

“For real life?! I wanna see bunny!”

“Me too!” Nico says from the seat on the opposite aisle.

The train stops at the station, prompting you to get your things and get off.

“Ooh, this is nice,” Hitoshi comments at the white landscape.

“Just wait until you get to the resort.”

“It’s freezing,” Shouta grumbles into his black scarf, pulling his yellow parka hood over his head. “Can we hurry?”

“There should be a car waiting for us. Let’s go.”

“Finally, ah don’t wanna get any colda than ah already am!” Sika huffs.

The ball Amelie is holding falls out of her hands and rolls under a black van parked by the curb. “Ball!”

“Ami don’t run into the street,” Sika scolds and grabs her hand. “John?”

John pushes the side of the car onto two of its wheels and kicks the ball out before dropping the car. “Here you go, sweetie.”

The owner of the car steps out, dazed. “What the fuck?!” She yells in Kansai. “Ya can’t just fucking lift peoples cars, the fuck is wrong with ya?!”

“Ahm sorry, mah neice’s ball rolled under yer car,” you apologise.

“Holy shit, yer MindJack, ahm supposed to pick ya up, sorry.” She bows.

“You had yer husband lift up the fuckin’ car of our driver?”

“You wanted me to leave mah baby’s ball in tha street like that? Hell no! How was ah supposed ta know?”

You roll your eyes and wheel your suitcase forward. “She’s taking us to the resort,” you tell the rest of your group.

The rest of them nod and start placing their things in the back of the van, and John and Shouta open the door helping Eri and the kids get into the van.

Once the kids are all strapped in, you sit in the second row with Hitoshi and Koko as you hear Shouta chuckle as Ami babbles and squeals, trying to play with him.

He lets her hold his hand the whole drive.

“Ma said to come over when we settle in,” Sika says as she types on her phone. “She’s making dinner.”

“Ooh, I hope it’s hot pot,” you smile.

“Mama, when we gets to the moontan, we see bunny?”

“Maybe, Koko. They’re white like the snow so they’re very hard to see, but we might see a deer.”

“Ooh!”

Once you arrive at the resort and get your rooms in order, you take the short bus ride to your childhood home.

“This is a lovely home,” Hizashi comments.

“Thank you,” you smile and ring the doorbell. A dog barks inside, and you hear footsteps approaching the door.

‘Down Anzu.’

Hina opens the door and smiles when she sees you. “Mah babies! Come in, come in!”

She steps aside, letting the ten of you in to take off your coats. The old Shiba Inu wags his tail happily, licking your hands and sniffing the kids' faces. Cocoa Puff yips happily and sniffs Anzu before running into the house.

“Welcome!” Hina smiles, hugging Hizashi and Shouta before giving an equally tight hug to Eri. “You must be Hitoshi’s family, it’s so nice to meet you,” Hina grins.

“It’s nice to meet you too,” Eri smiles.

“Hai Mama mama!” Koko waves as he holds onto Hitoshi’s hand.

“Hi Koko,” Hina giggles as he waddles over for a hug. “Hi Hitoshi.”

He lets her hug him. “Hi Mrs. L/n.”

Hina turns towards the kitchen door. “Ahimitsu, the girls are here!”

A tall man with salt and pepper hair walks in, hands behind his back as he undoes his apron. “Hi girls,” Ahimitsu smiles.

You and Sika rush over and hug him. “Hi Dad,” Sika smiles while you just squeeze him tighter.

“Hi Sika. Hi Y/n.”

“Granpa!” Nico squeals as you pull away, running over to get his hug.

Ahimitsu bends down and picks up Nico, kissing his cheek and smiling. “Is that Nico?! Oh you’ve gotten so big! You’re getting too heavy for grandpa.”

If Hitoshi thought you looked just like your mom, he was wrong because you and your dad could be the same person.

“Gapa!” Amelie squeals waddling up to Ahimitsu, and hugs his lower thigh as he puts down Nico.

You call Koko over. “Koko, this is my dad.”

Kokoro walks up to you and looks up at Ahmitsu. “This Mama Daddy?”

You nod as he waves shyly.

“And this is my boyfriend, Shinsou and his family.”

“You remember, the heroes,” Hina says.

“I remember, ahm not an idiot.”

“Well sometimes ya forget. Come on Sika, let’s finish up dinner.”

“Why do ah gotta cook? Ain’t we guests?”

“Get in the damn kitchen,” Hina glares.

“I’ll help,” John offers.

Hitoshi nervously shakes Ahimitsu’s hand. “Nice to meet you sir.”

“You too, been waiting to meet you since Hina mentioned my baby started dating.”

“Oh God…” you groan. “Dad.”

“I’m just saying! Nice to meet you all, come on into the living room.”

You lead the rest of them into the living room as Hitoshi sits beside your Dad on the couch.

“I’m gonna go help my mom,” you announce and disappear into the kitchen.

“So, you’re number fifteen in the hero rankings, that's quite an accomplishment.”

“Thank you sir,” Hitoshi says proudly before sitting on the couch next to Shouta. “If don’t mind me asking, what do you do?”

“Well,” he starts. “I was one of the top realtors in Hyogo for fifteen years straight until I got old and slowed down.”

“You're not slowing down, Mr. L/n. You just need an assistant. I used to think the same thing juggling pro hero work, being a radio host, and teacher,” Hizashi chuckles.

“Don't forget musician babe,” Shouta adds.

“I was hoping my girls would take after me but what happened? They left for the big city and never see their old man anymore,” he says loud enough for both you and Sika to hear.

“Ah went up to college, Papa and y'know I had to go!” you shout back.

Ahimitsu chuckles at your response before picking up Ami as she waddles up to him, seating her on his lap. “So any plans for little ones, Shinsou?”

Hitoshi ignores the smug look on Eri’s face as she grins.

“Well we’ve talked about it a couple of times so it’s a huge maybe but we’d have to get married first.”

“And when is that happening?”

“Uhh, sometime in the next five years hopefully. Maybe.”

“Can I be the flower girl?” Eri giggles.

“You’re too old,” Hizashi chuckles and messes up her bun.

“Ami can do it, can’t you?” Ahimitsu asks the toddler in his lap.

“Yah,” she agrees, not really sure what she’s agreeing to.

Hina walks in with a grey tray carrying a pitcher of lemonade and glasses. “Ya better not be bugging the poor boy, Mitsu.”

“Ahm not!”

Kokoro runs up to Hitoshi. “Daddy, me and Nico pway wif doggies outside?”

“Oh, you found Anzu. Anzu’s a sweetie, he won’t harm anyone. You can go play with him in the backyard,” Hina says. “I’ll take you.”

Koko nods and follows after her, holding her hand.

“Cocoa Puff, lessgo,” Nico calls the pup to follow him outside.

“So, lemonade anyone?” Mitsu asks.

“I’ll have one,” Shouta responds.

An hour later, the huge dinner spread was ready. You and Sika walk in and put the pot, ingredients, and bowls on the living room kotatsu while Hina comes in with the boys and Anzu.

“Your hair’s all wet, Koko,” you tut and adjust his headband.

“I falls down,” he giggles.

“Falls down a lot,” Nico giggles. “I falls too though. We make angels too.”

“That explains the wet hair,” Sika sighs. “You can’t be putting your head on the ground, Nico. Your hair gets dirty easily.”

“Sowwy.” He doesn’t sound sorry.

“We play wif doggies!” Koko tells you and sits between you and Hitoshi, tucking his legs under the kotatsu.

“Sounds like you had a lot of fun, bud,” Hitoshi says.

“Doggies nice and lub snow!”

“He was my dog when I was a teenager,” you tell Kokoro.

Anzu sighs tiredly and plops next to the fireplace.

“You wore him out,” Ahimitsu chuckles.

“Damn dog doesn’t wanna die,” Sika mumbles.

“Let ‘im live his life. He’s a good boy.” Hina laughs and picks up a slice of raw beef to give Anzu. “Good boy.”

Anzu’s tail wags at the praise before he lays down again on his back, warming his belly.

Amelie fusses until she gets to sit on Shoutas lap, patting the table and clapping happily.

“We should get another one,” Hizashi coos.

“No,” Shouts deadpans. “No more.”

“Okay, relax.”

Dinner is nice. The hotpot you put together is yummier than anything that Hitoshi’s eaten in a while.

After cleaning up, you all stay under the kotatsu for hot cocoa and satsumas while the kids play with Anzu and Cocoa Puff by the fireplace.

“I’m dying of cuteness, look what Mrs. Bakugou posted on Dyna__Bites,” Sika coos and shows you the video of what looks like Hiro in a puffy red and black red riot baby jacket.

‘Popsicle, do you like the snow?’ Iwa’s voice asks off camera.

Hiro whines as he stands stiffly while Popcorn and Pop tart play in the background with their dog.

‘Can you say snow?’ Katsuki asks him.

Hiro whines louder in response.

“Oh no,” you giggle.

‘Snow?’ Katsuki repeats and Hiro falls onto his back. ‘Oh shit!’

Hiro starts wailing and flailing his tiny arms before Iwa rushes into frame to help him up. ‘Guess that’s a no on the snow.’

You and Sika laugh at the video. “Poor kid.”

“But that was so cute,” you smile, rewatching it fondly.

You idly eat your orange, occasionally sputtering when you bite into the rind.

You feel a small weight on your back, looking over and not seeing Ami with the boys so you assume it’s her.

“Hi Ami,” you giggle.

“Ahtie, hai,” she squeals and comes round to hug you. “Wa do?”

“Just relaxing with your mama.”

“I do too! Hai mama,” she giggles.

“Hi baby,” Sika smiles and pushes her cup away from Ami trying to get it. “No, this is mommy’s drink.”

You look over at Hitoshi and giggle when Ami pats you eagerly and giggles when you kiss her cheek.

“Shinsou, would you like some Baileys in your cocoa?” Ahimitsu asks as he opens up the bottle.

“Oh, no thanks.”

“I’ll take it,” John says and holds his half empty cup out.

“Just say when.”

“Just fill it up, I’m really tired. It was a nightmare trying to get my christmas break, I had to put it in four months in advance.”

“Wow. Four months in advance just to put in time for a week off. Poor guy.”

Hitoshi smiles fondly as you tickle Ami. ‘She’s so good with kids.’

A hand on his shoulder snaps Hitoshi out of his trance.

“Hitoshi,” Shouta calls out softly before tilting his head towards the kitchen entryway.

Pulling his legs from under the kotatsu, Hitoshi follows Shouta out of the room.

“Yeah, Dad?”

“I see the way you’ve been looking at Y/n. I don’t want you to get hurt again.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’m just giving you some advice. Don’t rush into this, okay. Take it slow so that nobody gets hurt. Koko doesn't deserve to lose a mom twice in his life.”

“I won’t. But thanks for the advice, Dad.”

After Cocoa, it’s time to go back to the resort.

“We should rent a car,” you grumble and squeeze in next to Sika in Hina’s station wagon.

“I’ll do it,” John says and helps Nico into Ahimitsu’s jeep.

“Make sure it’s big enough for everyone,” Sika tells him and shuts the door.

“Just us girls now,” Hina grins and starts the car.

“I hope Dad doesn’t drive them off a cliff.”

“He won’t…hopefully.”

“Um, Miss Y/n?”

“Yeah Eri?”

“My dads and ‘toshi…they’ll be okay right?”

“Oh they’ll be fine, my dad’s a great driver,” you reassure her and look at Sika who’s grimacing. “Don’t worry.”

“She says like she don’ remember what happened with the deer an’ tha phone pole,” Hina scoffs in Kansai.

“What did she say?”

“The guys will be fine,” you smile, ignoring the eyeroll from your mom and sister.

You get to the resort just after the guys who’re a little shaken up.

“Dad, Papa, are you okay?” Eri asks as she steps out of the car noticing their flushed faces.

Hizashi holds onto Shouta, trying not to vomit, nodding softly.

“We had a bumpy ride,” Shouta explains.

John throws up on the sidewalk. “I drank too much.”

“Oh, ew,” Sika cringes. “I mean, poor baby.”

“My tummy hurt,” Nico whines.

“Let’s get you both inside.” She ushers then into the resort.

Ami reaches for Eri as you hold her. “Ahwee!”

The mono-horned girl turns around. “Hmm? Aww, are you trying to say my name?”

“Ahwee!” she giggles.

“Can I hold her?”

You nod and coo when Amelie pats her nose and giggles.

“Booo!”

Eri smiles and boops her back. “Boop!” she giggles.

Kokoro hugs your legs, yawning. “Sweepy.”

“Your dad is an awful driver, babe,” Hitoshi chuckles.

“I know, let’s go inside before we catch a cold. Bye Mom and Dad.” You wave at your parents.

You watch them climb back into the cars and start driving down the road before picking up Koko and walking inside up to the apartment you’re staying in.

You get the couch pull out bed ready with the extra sheets while Hitoshi gives Koko a nice warm bath and gets him dressed for bed.

After using one of the open bathrooms to shower and change, you step out just as you see Hitoshi straighten up from his suitcase, wearing nothing but his black sweats.

You yawn softly and climb into bed with him. “Hey,” you smile tiredly.

Hitoshi kisses your forehead as you rest your head on his chest. “Hi,” he hums. “You okay?”

“I’m tired. Sleepy.”

“Your dad grilled me so much I think I need a week to recover.”

“What’d he say?”

“Future plans and stuff.”

You hum tiredly. “He likes you.”

“You think so?”

“Mhm, a lot…” you trail off and fall asleep.

“I’m glad he does. I was ho–babe?”

Hitoshi smiles softly, trying not to laugh when he sees you fast asleep on his chest.

“Sweet dreams.”

The next morning, you all drag yourselves out of the rooms into the open kitchen for breakfast.

“What the fuck is that?” Sika drawls when she sees Shouta’s sleeping bag.

“My sleeping bag,” Shouta says like it’s the most obvious thing ever.

“…it’s eight A.M…”

“Okay?”

‘Weirdo…he’s still hot though,’ Sika thinks before going to the fridge to get eggs.

Nico and Amelie whine in protest as John carries them in by their feet, not wanting to get out of bed.

“Daddy no! Wanna sweep!” Nico whines.

“No Dada!” Amelie shouts.

“Hey, you two can’t sleep all day,” he scolds and puts them on the dining room chairs.

Nico tries to make a run for it but quickly gets caught by John.

“Sit down.”

“Hmph,” Nico huffs and sits, crossing his arms.

“The joys of parenting,” Hizashi sighs.

“Mischievous little brats,” Shouta chuckles. “There was this one time I was training with Hitoshi and teaching him to use his capture weapon and he ended up wrapping himself in a cocoon.”

“What’re we talking about?” Hitoshi yawns as he walks in wearing a pale gray tank top with last night’s sweats.

“Nothing,” Sika snickers. “Good morning.”

Hitoshi grunts in acknowledgment before looking for the coffee pot to fill with water, noticing the fancy coffee maker with a drawer labelled coffee pods underneath. “Ooh, fancy coffee. Dad, look.”

“You had me at coffee.”

“Hai,” Koko greets everyone and goes to sit with Nico and Ami.

“Ma’ll meet us at the ski lodge,” you tell everyone and flick the kettle on to make tea. “Why am I so tired still?”

“Did you stay up late?” Sika asks.

“No?”

“When was the last time you got to relax?”

“Uhh before I started working at Kurume. Keeping twenty kids with crazy quirks in check is ridiculous.”

“Oh, Y/n, no,” Sika sighs. “You need to relax this week.”

“I’ll try.”

“If you want stress-free hang out with Eri for a bit. She’s pretty chill,” Hitoshi suggests and rests his chin on top of your head.

Eri smiles at you.

You smile back. “That would be nice.”

After breakfast, you put on a new outfit you’ve been meaning to wear for a while.

“Okay, do you hate it?” You ask Hitoshi. “Say no or I'll cry.”

Hitoshi looks up from his phone as he sits on the edge of the bed and his eyes widen. “Wow…”

“I look horrible, don’t I,” you groan.

“Y/n, c’mere,” he sighs as you walk over. He pulls you closer so you stand between his legs. “You’re beautiful. This outfit is adorable and the colours suit you. Makes your ass look nice too.”

“Hitoshi!” you gasp when he playfully squeezes your ass and grins at you. “I got Koko a matching jacket too but what if he hates it.”

“If it’s from you, he’ll love it.”

Kokoro runs in, flopping on the bed. “Hai!”

“Woah, toddler attack!” Hitoshi chuckles as Koko flops next to him.

“Hai Daddy! Hai Mama!” he giggles. “What you do? Ooh, Mama pebby!”

“Thank you, Koko,” you smile and walk up to your suitcase on the floor. “I have something for you.”

“Me?”

“Yup.” You take out the mini version of your jacket. “It’s a jacket like mine.”

“Wowee!” He gasps. “I lub it!”

Hitoshi helps him out of his regular purple jacket so you can put him into your olive green one.

“Ooh, you look so handsome,” you giggle and zip it up.

“Now I has Mama and Daddy jaket! I go show ganpa?”

“Yeah, go show him.”

He holds your hand. “We go show ganpa.”

“Oh, you want me to come? Okay,” you giggle, walking with him towards the living room where Shouta’s watching cat videos with Hizashi on the big screen.

“Ganpas! Lookie.” Koko stands in front of them to show his jacket. “Mama gots me jaket like hers.”

You fan your face as your cheeks warm, waving softly as Koko does a little proud pose.

“Wow Koko, you look so handsome,” Shouta chuckles.

Hizashi nods, looking at the olive green. “You look so cute, little listener,” he chuckles.

“Tank yew,” he giggles. “Now we show Ahtee Eri and then Nico!”

You try not to laugh as Koko drags you around the cabin showing everyone his gift.

“Not you stealing my boots,” Sika huffs and shows you her same red moon boots. “Of course you would.”

“I had these first,” you scoff, sticking your tongue at her before walking with him back to Hitoshi’s room.

“Mama?”

“Yes Koko?”

“I lub you. Tank yew for my gif,” he smiles,hugging your waist.

You try not to cry at the display of affection. “Love you too.”

“What took you so long!” Hina yells when your little group approaches the lodge.

“We’re tired, Ma,” Sika sighs.

“What’re you wearing? Ya look like a hooker.”

Sika adjusts her coat and dusts off her bodysuit. “Good.”

“Ya look fat. Ya pregnant again?”

“Ugh! Ma!”

Mitsu hugs Sika sideways. “Ya look perfect as always, darlin’.”

“Thank you Daddy,” Sika smiles.

“You look good Y/n,” Hina smiles. “Wait, did you get this little man a matching jacket?! It’s so cute! His purple hat too,” she squeals as Koko shyly hides his face in your leg.

You pat Koko’s head and smile softly. “Thanks. Now let’s go.”

“We ski?” Nico asks John.

“It’ll be the first time, but yeah. Let’s go to the rental shop.”

“Have any of you skied before?” Hitoshi asks.

“We used to as kids,” you tell him. “Cause Ma thought it’ll look good in pictures.”

“It did!” Hina scoffs.

“I broke my arm and had to skip my highschool summer trip,” Sika scoffs.

“But you were both still cute.”

“They still are,” John smiles as Hitoshi hums in agreement.

“Very.”

After getting mini ski gear for Eri and the kids except for Amelie who gets a small sled, a ski instructor is assigned to your group.

“Aren’t you skiing?” He asks Sika outside.

She puts her sunglasses on. “Ew, no. I came here to look cute, that’s it.”

The instructor’s eyes wander along her body. “Well, you're doing a great job at that.”

She hums in acknowledgment and walks away, unaware of the gaze on her body.

The instructor gasps when he feels something grasp his neck.

“I can break your neck in three places right now if I wanted to,” John growls. “Don’t ogle my wife.”

“Y-yes sir, I’m sorry!”

John lets go and pats his head before following his wife.

You zip up Koko’s jacket and tighten the strings. “Be careful, okay?”

“Okie. You watch me?”

“I’ll go with you and watch from the benches over there.” You point at some benches at the bottom of the kiddie hill.

“Promise?”

“Mhm, I’ll take lots of pictures too.” You adjust his hat and goggles. “And don't forget to have fun.”

“Okie!” He waves and runs to the ski instructor waiting with the other kids.

You walk to the bottom and sit on an empty bench, taking your phone out to record Koko as he gets ready. He waves at you and you wave back, snapping a few pictures. Sika plops next to you, holding her jacket closed with one hand and holding a cup of warm cup of warm cocoa in the other. “Fuck me it’s cold!”

“I know you wanted to look cute but that's not a mountain outfit.”

“And that’s why I forced John to give me his jacket.” She waves at John tugging Amelie in her sleigh as Ahimitsu takes pictures.

“Sis, he’ll freeze.”

“He has a second jacket and thermal clothes. He’s fine. He’s trained for this,” she smiles. “Where’s your boo?”

“I think he went to go rent something.”

You look back at your phone and smile as Koko skis down the shallow slope, almost hitting a tree but gets to the bottom. You stop recording and grin when he calls out to you.

“Mama, you see me? I do it!”

“Yes you did, Koko! I’m so proud of you!”

Sika cheers when Nico slowly skis down and comes to a halt at the bottom. “Good job, baby!”

“Yay! Hai Koko!” Nico calls out waving at Koko who’s barely twenty feet away.

“Hai Nico!” Koko giggles, waving back.

“They’re so cute,” Sika smiles.

You look up as Hitoshi walks over, slightly covered in powdery snow with a yellow snowboard in hand. “Hey Toshi,” you smile. “I didn't know you snowboarded.”

“I learnt a while ago for an undercover mission in Switzerland. Broke my leg but it was fun.”

“What other secrets are you keeping from me?”

“Wouldn't you like to know?” he smirks. “Koko come down the hill yet?”

“Yeah, he’s talking with Nico. Oh shit I'm supposed to be taking pictures.” You take a few more and pocket the phone.

Loud laughter from the direction of the rental lodge gets all your attention. Hina and Hizashi walking arm in arm, cackling about something while Shouta looks annoyed walking next to them.

“C’mon Sho, just go down one mountain with me?” Hizashi pleads.

“Stop being so loud,” Shouta groans.

“So grumpy,” Hina mutters. “But we’re gonna get you outta that sour mood.”

“Please don’t.”

“Your mom’s great,” Hizashi grins at you.

“Thank you, Mr. Aizawa,” Hina smiles.

“Call me Hizashi.”

“Now, let’s get this grumpy guy to the lodge bar. They have mulled wine and the best dumplings.”

Shouta gives Hitoshi a look that screams, “save me!”

“Have fun dad,” Hitoshi smiles and waves trying not to laugh at Shouta’s glare.

You look over the boys and smile when you see them hugging before snickering when they fall backwards and flail. “Oh no. Sika, the boys fell again.”

“John!” She yells.

“Yeah?” he calls back.

“The boys!”

John looks over and sees the instructor help them up. “They’re fine.”

“Ami’s running!”

As soon as her father is distracted , the toddler waddles away as fast as she can towards a man with a fluffy husky.

“I’ve got her!” Hitoshi calls out, dropping his snowboard and running after the toddler, picking her up before she gets to the man.

“No!” she squeals, flailing around before looking at Hitoshi. “Wan Doggy!”

“You have a doggy, little one. You can’t go running off like that,” he chuckles as she pouts. “Time for you to go back to your Daddy.”

Ami lets out a ‘hmph’ and pats Hitoshi’s cheek.

“Hey! Don’t hit me,” he chuckles, playfully trying to bite her mittened hand.

Amelie squeals and flails her tiny hands.

“Thanks,” John sighs and takes her back. “Little troublemaker, no candy for you today.”

“Nooooo!” she whines.

You giggle at their antics before feeling Koko patting your leg. “Hmm? Hi, Koko, are you done skiing?”

“Yah, was fun. Wanna be wif you and Daddy.”

“Well, I might go inside to get some cider and I think your Daddy’s gonna go snowboard.”

“We go watch Daddy then get hot joos?”

“Hot juice?”

“Yah hot appa joos!”

“Oh, the hot cider. Yeah we can.”

“Yay!

You, Koko and Hitoshi head to the big slope and wave at Hitoshi getting on the ski lift to the top.

“Can we do that?” Koko points at the lift.

“One day when you’re an expert skier,” you promise him.

“I be best ski!”

You pet his head and walk with him towards the benches near the bottom of the hill after getting some nice warm cider.

“Why daddy ski different?” Koko asks you.

“Because he’s snowboarding, Koko,” you explain.

“Woah! I do?”

“When you’re a little bigger.”

“What I do now?”

“You can sit with me and we can cheer him on?”

“Okie,” Koko grins.

You and Kokoro cheer Hitoshi as he weaves his way between the trees, and not much later skids to a stop near your bench.

“So, how’d I do?”

“Daddy coolest!” Kokoro cheers and runs to hug him. “So amazing, daddy!”

“Definitely the coolest,” you agree and stand up to give him a sip of your cider.

“Mmm, this is good.”

“Right?”

Hitoshi unclips his boots from the board, shaking his leg out. “Harder than I remember.”

“Didn’t look that hard.”

“Really? Try it then.”

“Gladly,” you grin.

He takes off the ski boots and hands them to you in exchange for his regular ones.

“Your big ass feet,” you grumble as you put the shoes on and stand on the board. “Push me.”

“Okay.”

Hitoshi gently pushes you forward and you yelp as you pass over a small rock and wobble, grabbing Hitoshi’s jacket. Unfortunately you fall into the powdery snow with him on top of you.

“Oh no!” Koko yells. “Mama!”

“This feels familiar,” you say between laughs. He can’t help but laugh either, hiding his face in your neck.

“Told you it’s hard.”

“The rock fucked me up.”

“You’ll get the hang of it babe,” Hitoshi chuckles before groaning when Koko plops onto his back.

“Cuddle!” he squeals.

You start laughing as Kokoro nuzzles the other side of your neck.

“Lub you!”

“We love you too, Koko.”

At the lodge restaurant, you all sit at a large table near the fireplace for lunch.

“Koko, do you wanna try my venison?” You cut a small piece of the meat and hold it to his mouth.

“Wat dat?” he asks and sniffs the meat.

“It’s wild deer.”

His face drops. “What?!”

You giggle at his expression. “It’s yummy, try it.”

“No!” He huffs and turns his face. “No eat deer.”

“It’s like eating chicken,” Hitoshi reassures him. “You like chicken. And sushi is fish.”

“It kind of tastes like beef, if that helps. You like beef, right Koko?”

“Beef yummy. Maybe I eat deer,” he mumbles, opening his mouth for you to feed him. “Oh! It guf!”

You smile softly as Koko talks with his mouth full. “Swallow then speak, hun.”

“I likes it!”

Hitoshi ruffles Kokoro’s hair before going back to his chicken ramen.

“Daddy, I has your eggie?”

“I thought you weren’t hungry,” Hitoshi chuckles.

“Peez?”

“Why do you want it, anyway?”

“Share wif Nico.”

You take one off the shrimp tempuras from the plate Nico and Koko are sharing. “But you have your own food with Nico.”

“Ahtie!” Nico whines.

Hina laughs and puts half of her boiled egg on Koko’s plate. “You can have mine, sweetie.”

“Tank yew, gamma!” Koko giggles before giving Nico the yolk while he eats the egg whites.

Hina coos softly and fans her face.

“Ma, you okay?” Sika asks.

“Ahm tryin’ not ta die of cuteness,” she coos.

“What’d she say?” Hitoshi asks.

“Koko’s being too cute for her to handle,” you snicker.

After lunch, the six of you, except for Hina, Ami, Shouta, Eri, and Hizashi who stayed behind for a nap, went on a tour of the forest held by the lodge in hopes of seeing a deer or a bunny.

“Mama, we see bunny?” Koko asks as he holds your hand.

“Maybe hun, but they’re very hard to see.”

Sika points at a snow covered log between the trees at something darting between them. “There’s a weasel over there.”

John flips the guide book open. “Apparently they’re really common here but we can’t touch them.”

“Woah!” Nico gasps.

The tour guide points out the many species of trees and animals living at the bottom of the mountain, encouraging you to stay on the path.

“Wanna see bunny,” Kokoro pouts as he trudges along. You hold your hand out and make a small bunny for him. “Real bunny, mama.”

“Okay, Mr. sassy pants. I’m sure we’ll see one, hun. But if we don’t we can go to the Shibuya petting zoo for a field trip and you can see all the bunnies.”

“Okie,” he pouts.

Further down the path, you walk with Hitoshi, trying to cheer up Koko by showing him some of the birds and squirrels before stopping.

“Hey Dad, look over there,” you snicker, pointing towards a figure in the distance.

“Ooh, Sika, sweetie, look,” Ahimitsu points at some deer walking in a clearing.

“Oh God…” Sika groans.

You crouch down to Kokoro’s level to watch. “Koko look at the deer over there, don’t yell out they’ll run away.”

“Pretty but I want bunny…” he mumbles.

“I know but you wanna know something? It’s a Sika deer.”

“That my mommy name,” Nico giggles. Sika rolls her eyes. John takes a few pictures.

“Dad thought it would be funny to give me that name.”

Mitsu puts his arm around her. “They’re my favourite animal so it makes sense to give my first born their name.”

“And now I always get ‘like the deer?’ whenever I introduce myself,” she scoffs.

“But they’re cute and I don’t mind the love of my life having the same name as a deer,” John smiles, before looking back into the book.

“Thanks babe.”

You follow your tour guide and look back at Hitoshi when he groans. “Hmm? What’s wrong ‘toshi?” you ask.

“Look up ahead,” he sighs.

“Is that Phantom Thief?”

“Kendo’s here? At least he won’t be an entire ass…”

“Shinsou? What a coincidence running into you here!” Neito grins before looking at you and Koko who hides his face in your leg. “Who’s this?”

“That’s my son.”

“Son? Since when do you have a son?”

“Five years ago as of November…”

Neito stares at Koko then you. “Wow, your genes completely hogged him. He looks nothing like mom over here.”

“I’m…not his biological mother,” you explain. “I’m…” You look down at Koko looking up at you expectantly. “His stepmom.”

“No, you Mama,” Koko huffs.

“Thank you, honey.”

“So you got married?”

“No, Monoma, she’s my girlfriend.”

“Right. So why’re you all the way in Hyogo?”

Hitoshi gestures to your family. “Family time. What about you?”

“Same. Itsuka’s from here too so we’re visiting her family.”

Hitoshi looks around for her familiar orange hair. “Where is she?”

“Think she went ahead to see some deer.”

Sika clears her throat. “We’re gonna do the same, see you two at the bottom.”

John scoops up Nico and follows Sika down the trail, Ahimitsu behind them.

“Well, now that we’re alone, we can look for the bunny,” you smile, making Koko squeal. “Let’s go.”

Kokoro runs ahead and falls down, flailing his feet.

“Koko!” You right him back up. “You okay?”

“Mhm. We see bunny!”

“Let’s try and look for bunny tracks, if we’re lucky we can find a den.”

“I’m gonna go with them. It was nice seeing you and tell Itsuka I said hi,” he nods before following you and Koko.

You walk further up the trail looking off to the side and stop when you see something rustle in the bushes near a clearing. “Koko, ‘toshi, c’mere!” you whisper-shout, crouching and taking out your phone. “I see one!”

Koko waddles over and crouches beside you as you see a white blob hop out of the bushes into the snow, digging in the ground for food before wiping its nose and scampering away. You quickly take a photo.

“Mama! Bunny!” he squeals. “I sees it!”

“It’s so small and cute.”

You smile and pet his head as he hugs you then holds your hand. “Thank you Mama. You the best.”

“You’re welcome, baby. Let’s go back down the mountain.”

“Mow hot joos!”

“We’ll get some after we see them light the Christmas tree in the square,” Hitoshi tells him and takes his other hand.

You and Hitoshi swing his little body, smiling when he squeals as you walk down towards the lodge.

After watching the tree lighting and setting Koko down for bedtime, you rest on the outdoor couch, cuddled in Hitoshi’s arms by the fire pit, soft music playing from one of the speakers.

You look up at Hitoshi as he kisses your temple. “That tickles,” you smile as he kisses along the side of your face.

“Hey, babe?” he mumbles as he squeezes your waist gently.

“Hmm?”

“When we were on the mountain…you called yourself Koko’s stepmom.”

“Did I? Oh. I didn’t know what else to call myself, I hope you don’t mind.”

“I don’t, honestly. I think it’s sweet how much Koko loves you and I’d hope that you would be his mother someday,” he hums, kissing your cheek.

“Oh god, is this a proposal?” You laugh.

“Not yet, babe.”

You snuggle more into him, tilting your head for kisses. The sliding door to the porch opens. “Ew, get a room,” Sika gags.

“Go away,” you huff and throw one of the small pillows at her head. She catches it and throws it back, nailing Hitoshi in the face.

“Ow.”

“Whoops! Sorry, Toshi.”

“It’s fine, it makes me feel like I’m part of the family.”

“You are family. You and Koko.”

“Thank you,” he smiles.

John steps through the door with a tray. “We come with hot cocoa and mini marshmallows.”

“Ooh, I’ll take one!” you call out and pick two of the christmas themed cups and give one to Hitoshi. “These cups are ugly as fuck though.”

“It’s all they had here,” he chuckles.

“This cocoa’s good.”

They settle into the second couch, cuddling up under the red blanket. “Finally put the kids down so I can relax.”

“Nico’s been so energetic lately,” John sighs. “But it makes it easier to put him to bed.”

“I bet you can’t wait until you have one of your own, right sis?” Sika snickers.

“Yeah, I guess. At least I'm getting practice with Koko.”

She hums and stares into her mug of cocoa. “Ahm pregnant again.”

You choke on the cocoa and start coughing, putting the mug down on the glass table.

“Are you okay?” Hitoshi asks and pats your back.

“Fine,” you wheeze and turn back to Sika. “Really?”

She nods. “Found out last week…”

“Oh mah goodness.” You notice her lack of excitement. “What’s wrong? Ya don’t look happy.”

“Ah am, we started tryin’ in late September and ahm excited but ahm nervous too. Ami took a lot outta me and ah dunno if ah can do it again.”

Hitoshi gently shakes you. “What’re you guys talking about?”

“Shh,” you dismiss him. “Y’dont haveta have tha baby, Sika. Does John know?”

“Mhm.”

“It’s okay to get cold feet about another one until yer ready.” You scooch over to hold her free hand. “Ya don’t have ta keep it if ya don’ wanna.”

“Yer, right. John and me will talk about it but don’t tell Ma, y’know how she gets.”

“Ah won’t, ah promise.”

“Thanks.”

“Babe, what happened?”

“Don’t worry about it, Toshi. She was asking for fashion advice,” you lie and settle back on him.

Hitoshi stares down at you before squinting suspiciously. “If you say so.”

The fire is doused close to midnight and after a nice warm bath, you say your goodnights and head to bed, snorting quietly at Koko and Nico sprawled out on the pullout bed for their mini sleepover.

“You smell nice,” Hitoshi murmurs when you climb into bed.

You giggle softly as he reaches over and kisses your neck. “Toshi,” you giggle as he bites softly and starts on a hickey. “Oh.”

His fingers work you open until you’re wet enough for him to climb over you.

You hold back a moan as he pushes into you, trying your best not to wake up the house.

“Fuck, ‘toshi, harder,” you whisper. Your body rocks forward with his thrusts, your fingers linking at the base of his neck for purchase, softly gripping the hair there.

Hitoshi places a pillow between the wall and the headboard before gripping it for leverage to fuck you harder, squeezing your thigh with his free hand.

“Shit, you feel so good, baby,” he groans. “Fuck, keep squuezing me just like that.”

His mouth locks with yours when you cum, swallowing your high moans and cries.

“Good girl,” he whispers into your neck as he feels his orgasm draw closer.

“Toshi, fuck, give me your baby,” you whimper between kisses.

Heat flashes through his body. “What?”

Your ankle locks behind his thigh. “I want your baby. Cum in me.”

“Y/n, do you mean that? You know what happened last time…”

“I’m not her. I love you Hitoshi.”

“You…you do?”

You nod and gasp when he kisses you passionately while thrusting faster. “Oh, fuck, ‘toshi! I’m gonna cum again,” you gasp as he grips your neck.

“Go ahead baby,” he grunts. “I’m not too far behind you.”

You grind your hips up against him as he cums, sending you both over the edge.

“Fuck,” you both shudder.

“I love you too,” he whispers and rolls off you onto his side of the bed. “Damn my back hurts.”

You chuckle tiredly and adjust your crooked bonnet. “Wow. I’m sweating.”

“So…a baby?”

You sit up with a groan, stretching your arms over your head and cracking your back. “I was kidding, Hitoshi. I’ve had an implant for months.”

“Oh…”

“I’m not saying I don’t want one with you ever. Just not now,” you explain. “But it’s fun to pretend to wind you up.”

“You’re a brat,” he chuckles and pulls you back down to playfully bite your cheek. “But you were serious about loving me?”

“Of course. You’re amazing and you come with a cute little bonus,” you giggle.

Hitoshi chuckles and kisses your cheek before going into the bathroom to get a rag to clean you up.

You sigh contentedly when you’re back in bed, clean, snuggling against his chest. “Merry Christmas.”

“It’s midnight already? Wow. Merry Christmas, babe. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

The next morning, you gently shake Nico and Kokoro awake. “Boys, wake up, it’s christmas.”

“Huh? Ahtie?” Nico mumbles.

“It’s Christmas. Santa came and left you all a bunch of gifts.”

“It Crimmas!” Nico gasps before trying to wake up Koko who groans softly.

“Koko wake up, Santa came to gve you gifts last night,” you smile, shaking the little boy.

“Santa?” Koko mumbles as he wakes up.

“Mmhm,” you smile.

“Santa!” He cheers and both of them jump up. “Where presents?”

“They’re at my moms house, let’s get you both dressed so we can go.”

“I wear Mama jaket!”

Sika peeks her head in. “Better hurry then, come on Nico.”

“We go!” Nico giggles before running towards Sika’s room to get his clothes and to get a bath from John.

Hina is trying to get you in an ugly christmas sweater as soon as you’re through the door.

“Ma! Stop!”

“It’s tradition! Get in the sweater!”

You begrudgingly take it and put it on, frowning at the red ‘Ho Ho Ho’ in the front. “It’s itchy.”

“Ya look cute, stop complainin’. I got some for the kids too. And Hitoshi and John.”

“You what?” Hitoshi asks, crouching by the tree to help Koko open his present.

Hina holds up a matching sweater.

“Oh shit…”

“No ba wa!” Amelie whines.

After she squeezes all of you into the sweaters, Hina takes a million pictures as you open your presents.

“Ooh, a new iPad,” Sika smiles as she tears the wrapping. “Thanks, Daddy.”

“You’re welcome sweetie,” he smiles.

“Open mine next,” you giggle and give Hitoshi a big box and a smaller one.

He stops scratching his itchy sweater to unwrap the first one. Opening the box, Hitoshi grins when he sees the small purple humidifier and box of essential oils. “Wow, this looks cool.”

“It’s to help you relax after patrols. You can put it in your office too when you do paperwork.”

“Thank you, Y/n,” he smiles. “I love it.”

“Open the other one!”

Kokoro helps him rip open the big one, peeking inside. “Ooh, wat dat?”

“It’s a shiatsu shoulder massager. Your weighted scarf is always around your neck so I thought it would help.”

“Wow, thank you, Y/n,” he smiles.

You kiss his cheek and look at him as he holds out a medium sized gift wrapped box. “This is for you,” he smiles.

“Ooh, I wonder what it is.” Unwrapping it, you gasp excitedly at the pink chocolate mould set. “This is so cute!”

“I know how much you like baking so I got that for you.”

“I love it, thank you.”

“There’s two more, but they’re kinda back in Tokyo.”

“Well, I can’t wait until we get back,” you giggle.

“Daddy, look what ganpa zashee and ganpa zawa get me!” Kokoro giggles as he runs over wearing a new set of gray winter boots.

“Very cute, Koko,” Hitoshi smiles. “They go with your new jacket Y/n gave you.”

“Yah! And Ahtee get me acta figah of you and Wed Wiot.” He holds up the two toys proudly. Hitoshi takes the mini version of himself. “Why do they always make my hair so dark?”

“I think it’s because the reference photos of you are always at night, son,” Shouta chuckles. “They used to make my goggles this mustard yellow and it looked so bad.”

“I think it looks good,” you smile, looking at the figure. “Got the suit just right.”

“Maybe I’ll look into one of those photoshoots…”

After the gift exchanges you sit with Sika as Koko plays with Nico while Ami plays with Shouta, Eri and the dogs.

Hina slots herself next to you and Hitoshi. “So, remember my proposal?”

“I don’t know about five, Ma. Thassa lot. Even fa me,” you laugh nervously.

Sika sips her water nervously.

“But we need lotsa grandbabies runnin’ around! Okay, three’s mah last offer.”

“Y’already have two!”

“An’ we need more,” she counters.

You pinch your nose bridge in exasperation. “Ugh, Ma.”

Shouta nudges you. “What’s she saying?”

“She still wants us to have lots of kids. Ma, we ain’t even married yet.”

“I don’t think I have it in me for more than three,” Hitoshi mumbles. “That’s a lot of tiny feet running around. Koko’s enough of a hassle as it is alone.”

“But yer not alone! Y’got my baby witcha!”

“What?”

“She said you’re not alone cause we’re together,” you translate.

“Ohh.”

“We’ll see how life plays out, Ma.”

Hitoshi nods and kisses your temple. “Hopefully it goes well.”

The day before new years eve, you say goodbye to your parents as they load your suitcases.

“Y’better come an’ visit me again, y’hear?”

“Ah promise, ma. Ah’ll bring ‘toshi an’ Koko too.”

“Ah wan’ mo granbabies, Y/n.”

“We’ll see,” you giggle hugging her before hugging your Dad. “Come an’ visit us in the city, Daddy. Sika an’ I would love ta have you ova.”

“I’ll try mah best,” he smiles. “ Maybe in a month or two.”

“Jus’ lemme know when.”

‘15:09 train to Shibuya departing now’ the intercom crackles above.

You hug them both before entering the train with Hitoshi carrying Koko.

“Bai gamma,” Nico waves.

“Bai!” Koko waves too.

“Bye babies!” Hina shouts as the doors close. “Toshi, the next time I see you there better be a ring on my baby’s finger!”

“Ma!”

Back in Shibuya station, you wave goodbye to Sika’s family as they pile into their car left at the parking garage.

“Good luck, sis,” you tell her. “I’m behind you no matter what.”

You smile as she hugs you and enters the car.

“Let’s get this one home,” you coo at the sleeping Kokoro in the car seat holding his new action figures.

Hitoshi says goodbye to his parents and sister, promising to visit soon then all of you go your separate ways.

You wave at them before helping Hitoshi put the luggage in the trunk and climbing in the passenger seat. “This was fun. I’m sorry about my mom though. She’s a lil pushy when it comes to us and relationships,” you sigh softly.

“It’s fine. Honestly, My pop’s been like that since I told them about us. I really like your parents though, they’re fun.”

“Yours too, well Mic is fun, Eraser is fun in a lazy cynical cat way.”

“The cats do follow him around though,” he smiles.

You laugh and look out the window as he drives, watching the snow covered landscape. “This really was nice though, maybe next year we can do something with your parents.”

“Oof, they’re the stay home and chill type so i think Christmas vacations should be a your parent thing.”

“My mom will flip but yeah, that sounds cool.”

He reaches over to intertwine your fingers together, bringing it to his lips to kiss your knuckles.

You decide to spend the rest of the break with Hitoshi and Koko. Of course the toddler is ecstatic, spending his week off with his Dad and his favourite teacher.

“So what’s the gift you promised me? I’ve been itching to know what it is,” you ask Hitoshi after you’ve gotten the kitties from the daycare, unpacked and settled down for the evening.

Hitoshi gets two small black boxes from the kitchen drawer and sits next to you on the couch. “Pick one. They’re both for you.”

The size of the boxes makes you a little nervous. You hope there’s not a ring in either of them. “This one.”

You take the box and start unwrapping the bow before lifting the lid. “A key? What does this lead to?”

“I’ve been thinking,” he starts. “It’s really inconvenient for you to take the trains all the time to come here or go home from work. So I was wondering if you wanted to move in? Totally fine if you don’t want to, but I feel guilty whenever I'm stuck at work and you have to bring Koko all the way here or all the way to your apartment. So…yeah.”

You stare at the silver key, smiling wide. “That’s so thoughtful, Hitoshi. I would love to.”

“You mean it?”

You laugh softly and hug him tight. “Of course I do! Thank you!”

Kokoro walks in with the cats, hoping to get a juice box from you or Hitoshi.

“Daddy, want joos.”

“It’s too late for juice, bud. You can have tea if you want.”

“Bleh! No tea. Wat dat?” He points at the box.

“Koko, I’m gonna live here from now on,” you tell the toddler. “Isn’t that exciting?”

“Mama live wif me?!” Koko gasps before climbing on the couch between both of you. “Yay! Mama stay!”

“And you’ll be coming home after school with me.”

“Yay! I lub you!”

“I love you too, baby. You and your daddy, very much.”

“Wat about da kitties?”

Onyx hops in your lap, purring happily.

“Also the kitties,” you giggle as Onyx rubs his face in your chin.

“Open the other one, babe.”

You unwrap the second one and there’s an electronic key inside with a Mercedes logo on it.

“Hitoshi…”

“Yes, Y/n?”

You start to scream in excitement and shock, scaring the cats and Kokoro. “You’re serious?!”

“Yup.”

“Daddy, why Mama scream?” Kokoro asks, holding onto Hitoshi.

“She loves her gift, bud. She’s happy,” Hitoshi chuckles.

“Can I go see it?!”

“In the morning. The parking lot’s pretty dark right now…”

You tackle him in a bear hug and kiss all over his face. “Thank you thank you thank you! I love you!!!”

“Mama lub Daddy!” Koko squeals.

“Yes I do,” you smile before giggling when he joins the hug. “I love you.”

Unfortunately, Hitoshi is summoned to court again after the new year. But it's good news this time.

‘This court finds that the prosecution no longer needs to pay child support to the defendant Akibimi Nezama. And the defendant must sign sole custody of the child. We are adjourned.’

The sound of the gavel hitting the block brings a smile to Hitoshi’s face. ‘It’s over,’ he thinks. Outside the courtroom, he quietly celebrates and thanks his lawyer.

“I can't believe you,” Akibimi grumbles, mood sour from the verdict.

“Maybe now you can get a job and stop mooching off of me,” Hitoshi glares

“I’m quirkless, no one's gonna hire me,”

“There’s thousands of jobs you could apply for. As much as you irk me, you're still Koko's mom, so as a sign of good faith, I’ll get Deku to put you in that quirkless program he started.”

“What about Koko?”

“He’ll be fine but he wouldn’t mind seeing you if you were nicer to him. But with my or y/n’s supervision,” he offers.

“Why that bi–woman?”

“That woman is my girlfriend. The only woman that Koko trusts as his mother, so that’s why she has permission. I doubt she’d let you considering what happened the last time you met.”

‘Fucking deserved it if you ask me.’ Akibimi thinks. “Fine, I’ll call you.”

“You need to give me at least a week in advance when you want to see him. No popping up. Understand?”

“Whatever. Bye.”

Her heels click as she walks away. Hitoshi doesn't even feel bad. Instead, he feels relieved.

#bnha x black!reader #mha x reader #x black reader #hitoshi shinsou #shinsou x poc!reader #shinsou x reader #shinso x reader #bnha x reader #bonnie.writes #hitoshi shinsou x reader #shinsou x black!reader

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kayforpay · 5 months

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formulating the silliest fuckin concepts in my mushy little brain about erasermic being roommates in their third year of UA

they're Strictly Platonic and don't talk about That Stuff, shouta isn't into that sort of friendship and hizashi is respectful of that. they share food and sometimes clothes bc shouta can't be bothered to always remember to wash his own, and hizashi finds it almost endearing

hizashi, having his own money and a need for comfort, buys nice silky shirts and shorts to sleep in, but because of concerns about "masculinity" and stuff. even if they're all "masculine" style silk stuff, they're silky and somewhat sheer and he doesn't wanna deal with getting shit about it, and so he doesn't tell shouta because he doesn't wanna have to have his best friend give him shit

so one day shouta comes into his room to steal a pair of socks bc he is a disaster, and sees the drawer of silky stuff and just. Huh. doesn't mention it to hizashi because hizashi is in the room and visibly panicked.

but he moves on w his life, until he sees hizashi again and realizes oh, that blue probably looks nice against his skin, or oh, I wonder if his hair is soft when it doesn't have product in it. just keeps thinking "I wanna see him in it" and getting more freaked out about his thoughts, since he's never really been Interested in that kind of thing

and it culminates in him being just distracted enough during a sparring match that hizashi gets him pinned to the ground and shouta is like "oh my god. oh no. oh my god he's hot. and on top of me. oh my god." and just kicks him off and Runs out to be alone and calm down

and hizashi, assuming shouta's been weird because he's grossed out or something, follows him and is like, "I'm sorry that you saw that, I didn't mean to make you see it. I know it's weird."

shouta, despite his goal of "never discuss feelings ever again", has no choice but to cut hizashi off and explain that he's not grossed out, he doesn't think it's weird, he just keeps Thinking about it and he's embarrassed and trying not to freak hizashi out. and hizashi is like. "Oh. so. do you. wanna. see it?"

#kay talks a lot #bnha #erasermic #no I have not read vigilantes I know capital sin #long post --#I just. I Love silly old yaoi tropes

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lukamalak999 · 2 years

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Present mic x male student reader comfort

Tw selfharm, depression and anxiety

This is my first official fanfic that isn't a repost, I've tried searching for so many angsty platonic fics for mic and can't really find any so I hope you enjoy this :D

Y/n pov

Things were getting bad again, that restless feeling in your chest that takes over your mind and body, the one that makes you unable to concentrate or think. My brain is so loud and nothing will help or make it stop,,, I just want everything to stop, I'm worthless. Most people can handle this and get on with life. But me hahaha no of course not. I'm just me...

"l/n hello are you listening to anything Im saying, cmon listener this is important, why don't you stay after class"

"ugh of course, I know exactly whats gonna be said. Your missing out on a lot of work, your gonna fail the hero course. Typical y/n"

"hey l/n you doing okay? your shaking really bad"

"uh yeah I'm fine midoriya thanks for worrying I appreciate it but don't worry about me... Please"

TIMESKIP TO AFTER CLASS

Slowly everyone eventually left the room with just me and mic sensei sat in an uncomfortable silence

"hey listener I'm really concerned with your wellbeing at the moment, your not concentrating, your normally on top of your game your amazing in this class what happened son"

Son...

"I can't do this" I stand up and bolt to the dorms as fast as I could running past aizawa sensei on the way

"l/n you ok"

"leave me alone I need to go"

As soon as I get to the dorms I use all my will power to climb the stairs to my room, the relief I feel as soon as I'm alone has been the peak of my day,,, but. I'm fed up I can't do this, all the questions, no answers, all the fucking worrying from people pretending they care why can't I just be normal, maybe I'll be reborn as something better than this

I slowly and carefully write a specific note for each person in class including Mr aizawa and mic sensei...

I get to the last note in big letters it says "for present mic my inspiration and dad I never had"

I pack them up in envelopes, the time must be past 1 so I up and left my dorm to post these notes to everyone in my class the last door being aizawa and mics shared room.

It's like I'm moving in slow motion I'm unaware of what I'm really doing but I know I want this, this is what my life has set out for me and I know this is right

I wondered into my bathroom and grabbed the used razor

I started cutting....

3 months clean for nothing

Cutting over white clean scars I never thought Id stoop this low

Deep and deeper until everything went black

Present mic pov

"Hey listener what's the note about I just wanna know your ok" why won't the kid answer I hope he hasn't done anything dumb

But nobody came.....

"I need shouta"

"sho sho somethings wrong with the listener you need to help me get their door open, I think they might have done something bad"

"what are you kidding I thought something was up today,,, why didn't you say anything"

"I thought they might've needed a bit of space"

"that's the last thing they needed, move let's go"

Shit shit shit I hope they're ok and haven't done anything stupid, please just be asleep I love you son....

Third person pov

Aizawa sprints full force into the door and it bursts open, y/n is nowhere to be seen, the only signs of life are a small light peeking from underneath the bathroom door. Both men share a glance of concern to eachother and bolt to the door. The sight they see is something they shall never forget

Y/n lay on the floor in a pool of his own blood, pale and cold no signs of life remain in his face but mic would never give up on someone. As a hero and a teacher this was his job, he cared about this young boy like a parent would, he couldn't give up now.

Both the teachers ran to their unstable student and checked for any signs of life. A small pulse was found and they knew they could help him.

Aizawa grabbed the first aid kits all the kids had in their rooms for occasions like this and started to stitch the wounds up

TIMESKIP

Y/n was stable recovery girl had to come and heal the smaller cuts and give him blood, the young boy had lost so much but he just needed to rest.

Mic was distraught holding his chest as if he were about to have a heart attack just from the sight of the young boy, he could've stopped this if he would've stopped him from leaving this thought wouldn't leave his head

After recovery girl fixed the child up, mic refused to leave, holding his hand through everything, one had in his h/c locks just wanting to see him smile and enjoy his life and family once more

Mic knew the situation y/n had been through and little did the young boy know his biological father was the one sat with him in this moment of time, the boy didn't know, he was only young when his mother passed so he never knew of his father, would he ever realize that the person he saw so fatherly was truly his one and only dad.

NEXT MORNING

Y/n awoke to a weight on his arm...

"mic sensei what happened??"

Y/n shook the older man wanting him to explain what happened the night before, did he really try and kill himself

Mic awoke with a jolt and immediately saw the confusion in y/n's eyes, mic explained everything about what happened the night before

The young boy broke down not knowing what to say or do but mic just held him whispering comforting words into his hair.

"your gonna be ok, I've got you we are all here for you, yeah?"

"don't worry shhhhh it's ok nobody's angry we love you"

"I've got you listener, your dad's here"

It slipped out the word he had been waiting to say since he saw the boy at the exam

"wh...at?" Y/n sniffled

"I never told you because I was scared but you y/n yamada are my son, you always have been"

Mic stated as he wiped the stray tears away from the boys face

Y/n broke down into a stream of sobs and desperate cries of relief, after years of searching he'd finally found the man who was there for him as a baby, who had never left, he just could never remember his face

All the memories came rushing back to him and he jumped from his bed and held his dad

Mic gently held the back of his head and rocked him into a deep sleep, lowly humming a song from his childhood

"we can be a family again, I love you so much my son and I'll be here with you through anything now sleep my sweet listener dad's got you"

Hope you enjoyed my first fic, pretty bad lol but I'd really enjoy some feedback and constructive criticism to make me a better writer because I really enjoyed writing this, I rarely see mic fics around so I wanna add to the community, love you all look after yourselves <333

Please reblog but any reposts without permission will be taken seriously

#present mic #present mic comfort #erasermic #my hero x reader #my hero academia #my hero fanfic #fanfic #present mic tw #mha x male reader #platonic #father and son #Spotify

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pleathewrites · 2 months

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bellow the fire into my deadened lungs

chapter 5 excerpt — dabihawks grieving read full story here

It is the day of his court hearing that Todoroki Touya dies, for the second time.

“BREAKING NEWS: TODOROKI TOUYA, KNOWN AS ‘DABI’, DIES IN VEHICULAR EXPLOSION WHILE BEING TRANSPORTED TO HIS COURT HEARING!”

The only thing Keigo can hear through the ringing in his ears is the forgotten five-year-old tucked away at the back of his mind screaming, ‘No! No! NO!’

“Touya!”

‘Don’t they understand that Touya needs me, that I need to save him?’

It feels like minutes, hours, seconds, days, before red and orange fire is hosed down completely, and there is no trace of Touya’s body.

“But — I don’t…”

A member of the forensic team is bending down to bag Touya’s left ring finger when Keigo faintly realizes he’s stopped struggling against All Might.

The five-year-old child Keigo has hidden for so long comes out, “He’s fireproof?”

(Keigo is in too much shock to see the look Shouta gives Yagi — the one that says, ‘don’t say a word.’)

“The damage the fire had done to his body activated the chip inside his wrist to explode. He died almost instantly if that eases your pain any,” Eraserhead tells Keigo.

Keigo pushes All Might off him with a rough shove and flies to his safehouse, to his home — their home.

And he screams.

read full story here

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yourlunarspice · 8 months

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Hope your day is going well!! 💫

For the fanfiction ask game, for any fic(s) of your choose for these questions!!

9: Were there any alternate versions of this fic?

11: What do you like best about this fic?

Hi Kiya! My day's going alright, thanks for asking!

I'll be honest, it's so hard for me to choose! I think I'm going to go with my very first bnha fic, Those Damn Flowers; one of my most successful fics, Heaven And Earth Between Us; and one that I love dearly, Songbird.

It goes without saying, but I'll say it anyway: there are major spoilers for all three of those fics ahead, as well as for Danganronpa (in general) and my fic series Pit Of Vipers.

9. Were there any alternate versions of this fic?

For Those Damn Flowers, I was at a bit of a crossroads at one point. I'm fairly certain it was around Chapter 14 or so. I wasn't sure whether to give Shouta his old memories back or let him focus on making new memories with Hizashi. I brainstormed for both, but ultimately decided to just give Shouta his old memories back all at once (also, because I was kinda running out of steam in writing that fic, lol).

Writing Heaven And Earth Between Us was fairly linear, if I remember correctly. While the gods may have had some (i.e., a lot) of angst over the length of the story, there was never a doubt in my mind that it would end well for them. I think the only thing I was going back and forth over was Monoma's death, but even that was short-lived.

I remember wondering if I should really go through with killing off literally every main character in the story. I kept going back and forth, because Hizashi is supposed to be good, so why would he kill the other three? There was a very short alternate ending I thought of, where Hizashi wasn't even thinking of the other three prisoners, and instead just died next to Shouta. This alternate ending would either end with all three of the teenagers dying of starvation or getting rescued but being irreversibly traumatized. I'm glad I ended up with the ending I did, though. I'd recently watched Danganronpa3 (spoilers!) with my boyfriend, and I was sort of equating Nezu's influence to Junko's influence. If someone is tainted by Despair, they need to be cured or killed, and there was no curing what Nezu and his teas did.

11. What do you like best about this fic?

I think Those Damn Flowers will always have a special place in my heart simply because it was my first bnha fic. Sure, the writing is a little clunky in places, but it's special to me. Also, I'd really gotten into hanahaki at the time of writing it, mainly thanks to this art series. I'd read quite a few hanahaki stories at the time, and they were all pretty much the same: person A starts coughing up flowers for person B (and knows why they're coughing up flowers bc everyone knows about hanahaki), A is about to die, B sees the flowers and confesses their love, and thus saves A's life. There's nothing wrong with that, but I wanted to find a fic where nobody knew what was going on and where the person with hanahaki willingly takes the surgery (which is supposed to erase the memories of the other person). I looked, but I couldn't find any, so I just created one.

Heaven And Earth Between Us is one of my favorite fics that I've written. I'll catch myself daydreaming about the universe, thinking about Katsu-Misæ and Toshihiro’Máni's relationship. I've created a playlist of songs for the story that I listen to regularly. I've always said I try to write stories that I would read myself, and this one is no exception. I think it appeals to me so much because it allows my creativity to run wild. I can imagine Katsu-Misæ dipping his toes into a glowing river of magma or Toshihiro’Máni putting his crown on and seeing all the humans' dreams like billions of stars laid out before him. It's such beautiful imagery that it's hard not to think about it when I'm listening to the music.

While Songbird is significantly shorter than Flowers and Heaven, it still feels special to me. I've always loved forced villain stories, especially when the main character is so messed up that they can't even tell what's right anymore. The confusion and inner struggle to piece together his past is what makes 159 eventually break away from Nezu, even after years of his influence. And it was killing Shouta that finally broke his mind enough that he was able to remember. But, I think what I like best about Songbird is its ending. After being dealt a fatal blow, Hizashi lies down next to Shouta's body, holds his hand, and screams to bring the ceiling down on them both. But, instead of pain, Hizashi sees Shouta, is able to embrace him and tell him that he loves him. His body is even smiling serenely when its found. It's a fitting end for both sides of him; 159 is dead once and for all, but he's also able to be with Shouta in the afterlife. I suppose I was going for a more wholesome version of The Venom Of Serpents, The Deadly Poison Of Cobras, where the protagonist kills everyone and then himself. In Songbird, Hizashi was already dying, and he wanted to be with Shouta in his final moments, while in Venom, Hitoshi only killed himself because that was the only way he could kill Viper. Personally, I can't choose which version of the ending I like the best.

From this ask game!

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passerine-writes · 1 year

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Silent Sparks - Volt 4

Warnings: Mentions of past abuse, sad Present Mic, brief mention of drugs Word count: 2054

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

Volt 3 | Volt 5

"Aren't you two a little young to be adopting?" The older woman asked, her librarian-like glasses sitting low on the tip of her nose. The lady in charge of the foster center was clearly judgmental of the two pro heroes looking to adopt.

"We're twenty three and if you haven't noticed, we can't exactly reproduce on our own." She raised an eyebrow at Mic's comment, her distaste of todays events as clear as day.

"Are you sure you want him? Any foster home he's been to they brought him right back. Especially with that quirk of his." Two sets of eyes narrowed on her.

"If you've failed to forget, I have a voice quirk myself. We're in this for the long run, we plan on adopting him and at least we won't put any muzzles on him." Her face bloomed red in embarrassment, clearly not expecting to be caught and by a hero at that.

"He's your problem now, just need a few signatures, identification, proof of income and proof of residency." Thankfully, the blond was prepared after having been through this in his own life. He made sure him and his husband brought everything needed. "Alright then, I'll send him to grab his things."

"Shouta will be going with him, I've seen how you treat kids here and I have a feeling the other kids mistreated him as well. So I'm not risking anything happening to him due to your negligence." The lady scoffed but gestured to the door, watching the dark haired man walk out.

While the two were grabbing the child's few belongings and putting them into a spare book bag, Yamada read over his file a little more.

Name: Tsukare Onryo Birthday: October 18th Age: 8 Height: 133 cm (4'2") Hair color: Topaz Eye color: Hazel Blood type: O

Quirk: Sound waves

Description: N/A

Biological Mother: Tsukare Shiroka

Biological Father: Unknown

Hobbies: N/A

Medical History: N/A

Notes: Quirk is dangerous, earplugs and muzzle recommended for parental protection

Mic's face turned stone cold at what he read. They barely kept any information about him.

"Why was he put up for adoption?" The lady sighed and leaned back in her chair.

"Drugs, the mom just couldn't quit and gave the kid up instead of trying to get clean. She probably made the better choice though." Mic turned his glare to her, an odd yet very threatening look from the typically boisterous man.

"I also need his birth certificate and identification card, along with any previous medical records that you've failed to put on here." The woman scoffed and leaned forward on the desk with a faux saccharine smile.

"Sorry but we aren't permitted to give you that." The blond laughed sarcastically, taking the woman off guard.

"You may not remember me, but I remember you Kasumi. So I know you're obligated to hand over my sons documents because I went through the same thing here ten years ago. Or would you like me to get the cops over here right now for a wellness check?" Her face paled at the realization of who she was sat in front of.

"I remember you now. Can't believe you actually became a hero." He scoffed as she tried to act nice now.

"Cut the act, I don't play your games anymore. Give me my sons documents and we'll be out of here." She shook her head and shrugged, getting up and rummaging through the filing cabinets.

After checking everything matched up, Yamada left her office without another word and placed his signature smile on when he saw his husband and son waiting at the door.

Shouta placed a kiss on his husbands forehead as he saw through the fake smile. He knew this would be a hard day for him, coming back to a place of his nightmares.

"We're calling the cops and getting her removed, I can't let her do this to people any more Sho." Mic's voice was weak and strained as he rested his forehead against his husbands shoulder.

"I'll talk to Onryo about telling Tsukauchi. You go home and rest, we'll be back from the doctors in a little while." Yamada slipped his hand into Aizawa's, giving it a small squeeze before letting go.

"I got his medical records, threatened them with a wellness check." Eraser smiled behind his scarf at his husbands antics.

"Looks like it's time to head home then, maybe you can do some shopping therapy in a few hours." That seemed to cheer up the blond as the three started on their way home.

"Do you want to go unpack your bag in your new room?" Tsukare nodded and excitedly scuttled down the hall at Aizawa's idea. Once out of sight, he placed his hands on his husbands hips and rubbed small circles of comfort while the blond let his head drop onto the others shoulder. "Let it out, Sunshine."

"That place hasn't changed a bit, Shouta. They had almost no information about him and told me it was good choice on the mothers end that he was put up for adoption. That it was smart for his birth mother to choose drugs over a child but they treated him just how they treated me, if not worse. He's so underweight, he doesn't even look eight! On his file they suggested parents get earplugs and those damn contraptions!" Aizawa placed a comforting kiss to his husbands shoulder.

"They're stupid, and once we talk to Onryo we'll call Tsukauchi. In the meantime, let's look over his medical records." Mic nodded slightly and finally stood up straight, the two heading to the kitchen island to read it over.

They read over the several hospital stays he's had. Each one from a different foster home and a few from the center. Two different bones broken, multiple accounts of bruising, scarring, malnourishment, dehydration, and once for vocal chord strain leading to internal bruising. That was most likely when he discovered his quirk. The rest was concerning, Yamada almost cried as he read over many different accounts.

Reading deeper, they learned that he has a heart arrhythmia, ADHD, a history of blacking out, his birth mother was addicted to opioids and used them while pregnant, along with sleeping issues.

They were so invested in reading more, they almost didn't hear Tsukare come down the stairs.

"Hey, little listener." The kid looked concerned as he looked at Mic, taking in his appearance.

Are you okay? You look sad.

"I'm okay, kiddo. Just upset with the center director. Did you get your bag unpacked?" Tsukare nodded, worried he did something wrong already to get sent back. "Do you want to play a game? It's a little get to know each other better thing." Tsukare nodded again, this time in excitement. "Alright, let's go sit on the couch." Aizawa tried not to smile at his husbands antics, following the blond and his son over to the living room. "Okay, it's called twenty questions. You ask us a question, we give you an answer, and then we ask you a question and you answer. We just keep going back and forth until we hit twenty or we can't think of anything anymore. You can go first." He thought for a moment, wanting his first question to be a good one.

How old are you two?

"We're 23! What's your favorite thing to do?"

I don't know, but I really like music. And I really want to learn how to play some instruments.

"Lucky for you little listener, we have our own music room and I know how to play most of them." The couple watched happily as their sons eyes widened with excitement, rapidly nodded and showing his first smile around them.

Why do you wear a scarf whenever you're outside?

"It's a capture weapon, that way I can catch villains without hurting them. What's your favorite color?"

Dark grey. What's your real name? I know your hero name is Eraserhead, and I've heard him call you Sho but I don't know your real name.

"My real name is Aizawa Shouta."

"What's your favorite food?"

I really like strawberry milkshakes. If you two are married how come you have different last names?

"We kept them different for safety, that way villains can't hurt us as easily." Tsukare nodded slowly as he took in the new information. "What do you want to be when you grow up?"

I want to be a hero like you two. And I want to learn more languages so when people visit Japan I can understand them.

"That's really cool, Onryo, if you want I can teach you english."

Really?

"Heck yeah!" Their son beamed with excitement, visibly happy with being able to do something he wants.

Why did you both learn sign language?

"I learned it because I was at that foster center too, so some days I couldn't talk. Then when I got older, I realized I was starting to lose some of my hearing because of my quirk." Tsukare frowned slightly at the news.

"I learned for him because of those things."

"What school do you go to?"

I go to Hadano Elementary. What are your favorite animals?

"I like birds!"

"Cats are better. We actually have two so you'll probably see them around soon." Tsukare looked excited beyond belief hearing this, looking forward to meeting the fluffy creatures. "What hand do you write with?"

I can use both, I learned to when I broke my arm.

He hesitated before continuing with his next question.

What should I call you two?

"What do you mean, little listener?" Tsukare fidgeted with his fingers for a moment, not wanting to risk making anything awkward.

Should I call you both dad? Or do I call you two by your names?

"You can call us whatever you'd like. If you don't feel comfortable calling either of us 'dad' then you don't have to. Okay?" The kid nodded in response, seemingly relieved that something was his choice. "I can't think of anything else, so do you have anymore question for us?"

I have three.

"Ask away, little listener!"

How long have you two been together?

"We've been together for eight years, and we got married three years ago." Onryo smiled contently at the answer, happy for the two adults.

How come there's random post-it notes everywhere?

"He leaves them for me to wake up to if he's not here." He smiled ever so slightly at Aizawa's words, finding the gesture sweet and endearing.

And what are the rules here?

"Whaddya mean?" Their son shrunk a bit at Mic's question, taking his time to answer.

House rules. Every house I've been to has it's own rules, the foster center too. What are the rules here?

Yamada's heart sunk, remembering the rules of that place vividly.

"Our rules are nothing like theirs. All we ask is you be honest with us, if you don't feel like talking about something just let us know and we can discuss it later. Aside from that, keep your room somewhat clean. When you get older, we can discuss a curfew and we'll probably give you another chore or two like loading the dishwasher and doing your own laundry. Aside from that, when you get older, no dating loud blonds. You'll never get rid of them." Tsukare laughed at his sarcastic tone, luckily picking up on it while Mic pressed a loud kiss to Aizawa's cheek. The action made their son giggle, the sound was magical to the new parents, adoring Onryo's happiness.

"And if you do anything wrong, then we'll talk about it. Okay?" Onryo nodded quickly, comfortable with the set of rules the couple set for him. "Now what do you say about a shopping trip? We need to get you some new clothes and things for your room and if you want, we can get you music stuff."

Really? I'm allowed to have music stuff?

"Of course, kiddo! You wanna head out now?"

The three left shortly after, the blond most excited out of them. Like his husband said, he needed shopping therapy.

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