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shoutaaizawaonlyfans · 8 months

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"What's wrong, Aizawa? I thought you liked it when I was aggressive?"

Artist: Hiddentrevo on Twitter

#evil all might #dark all might #all might #au #what if all might was the traitor #erasermight #aizawa x all might #my hero acedamia #aizawa shouta #eraserhead #mha #bnha #manga #anime

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cesiscribbles · 2 years

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Hatstealer AU: Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 4.5 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9 / Part 10 / Part 11

Rise and Fall of a Star

PLEASE DON'T REPOST

#Yay a new part!#Hatstealer au #Traitor!Mic #yamada hizashi #aizawa shouta #bnha #present mic #eraserhead #my art

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tiredboogawwo · 9 months

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Really Stupid Tenya Au+Art

Ok so by the title you can probably tell that I have little faith in my Aus. So here we go:

Basically Tenya as the Lov/Jaku Traitor. [wait! That doesn't make sense!?] I feel UA traitor stuff is really overdone, so basically after his teacher (I'm one of those "ooo tensei was friends with his teachers and they hung out with tenya as a kid!" people) is almost killed at the USJ incident, Tenya says: Ayo thats not right, and starts looking heavily into them.

This eventually leads him to Jaku Hospital. Questioning whether he should really get involved in something this serious, he gives himself time to ponder it. Then his brother is almost killed. And all sh1t hits the fan. Tenya jumps the gun, and fast. Hearing the rumors of the hero killer and the lov somehow working together (not quite true bro) he fakes his personal information and goes undercover as a maintenance worker at the hospital. Finding out horrors, secrets, and tragedies galore, how will he get himself and those close to him out of the mess the lov and he himself made?

Not only that, Pretending that everything was fine when his brother was attacked was one thing, but keeping up a malicious act around those you wish to deceive also seems to bleed into his hero life too....

But hey, maybe he does make a better villain than a hero?

Art+ more hcs/facts

Au stuff:

1) He gets no sleep. Like maybe an hour, bro is working the night shift all while risking his life and going to UA, he lives off coffee

2) He has a bunch of oil stains, and god knows what else on him at all times from repairs

3) His hat hair is insane

4) He wear contacts and hides a lot of his hair with the hat, but the contacts make his eyes itch and he just generally struggles with them.

5) :)) because of his lack of sleep, and odd behavior the UA staff start to suspect he's the UA traitor.

6) Tenya finds himself slipping. Different acts, whether it being the one that everything is fine at school, or the malicious and heartless act he puts on at his job, they bleed together sometimes at school, where he feels the safest. He's tired. Everything hurts. He's constantly working or exercising or studying. He's starting to slip, and he knows it. But he can't stop, not when he's so close

7) Aizawa first catches on that Tenya is hiding something when he passes out one time during gym. Tenya is a straight laced student, so he of all people would get an adequate amount of sleep. Not only that, but he made excuses, something that the kid he knows wouldn't do.

OK I FEEL THIS WAS KINDA WACK BUT PLEASE TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK IN THE COMMENTS

I genuinely need to know, I feel it was wack. Also also, I wanna see some villain/hero Tenya clashing a bit in this au, you're free to use this idea but please give some credit

#art #mha fanart #iida tenya #tenya lida #mha tenya #tenyacentric #tenya au #lov traitor #ua traitor #mha #aizawa shouta #tensei iida #usj #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #hero killer

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owlf45 · 1 year

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i love ur fic sm but the entire time im reading im thinking oh god there are like at least 40 people that are watching this (class a and b) and getting secondhand embarrassment for izuku bc i could never show my face again 💀

Izuku (and yourself) are embarrassed. Izuku is like “oh teehee im sorry i murdered myself”. Everyone else is horrified. Everyone else is like “wtf are you okay??? Can i get you a mental icepack???”

Also half the time class A and B are duking it out with full on quirk use and destroying the whole gym so I promise you the embarrassment is minimal

#class 1-B is raring to destroy izuku so that way their class is safe bc they are also found family #class 1-A is diehard izuku fans (mostly) and anyone who gets near him is fuckin toast #they eventually (finally) agree that izukus not the traitor. but not before several students get detentiob #vlad king is suspicious #maybe the only two people who pay attention the whole time are aizawa and all might #and nedzu whenever he shows up #aizawa watched his student die like 30 times there is absolutely no embarrassment hes capable of feeling. he is simply dumbfounded #candor fic #my asks #on another note i feel like i didnt pick memories that were too embarrassing???#i too suffer from second hand embarrassment but. i didnt feel embarrassed #the only embarrassing scenes are near the end but i feel like it comes so long after all the horrific scenes that everyone would be numb to-#it

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langst-is-my-unborn-baby · 1 year

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Oh God, They Think I Did It

Suspected Traitor! Izuku au

Masterlist

Ao3

Summary : Izuku Midoriya lost his notebook, and now he is faced with his accusing teacher. One by one, those he knew begin to turn on him, and still all he can think of, is how after middle school - the dejection still hurts just as bad.

But here his teacher stood, dangling quirk resistant cuffs in front of his hooded eyes, his face greyed with disappointment. He felt his heart tighten, pulling in on itself as he stared into those dulled eyes. That look… heartbreaking, a teacher seemingly lost all trust in him. He flinched from some unknowing sting. The teachers in his middle school, well they had always looked down upon him, ever since it was made known he was nothing but a quirkless little boy. Yet, that pain of constant dejection felt like a lesser burden than watching the hope leave his once caring teacher’s eyes.

Chapter 1 - The Accusation

His hands gripped either side of his desk with nervous strength, feet sternly secured to the floor, he sat rigid against his chair. Izuku Midoriya watched his teacher, Aizawa Sensei, with absolutely strained eyes. Fear, and nerves itching against his expression. He had lost it, somehow, his notebook. Recorded his every note on every new quirk he had come across, hell he had even rewritten in greater depth previous analyses he had made. The notebook had left his person less than a week ago, he had been certain he had simply left it in his homeroom class. At the time, his dear teacher had told him no such item had been found.

His certain trust had been placed in Aizawa, as he had ducked in some form of a thanks and had not questioned his teacher further at the time. Had he missed the signs? The unloving stare of dark eyes in all honestly had not felt out of place, nor had his teacher’s stiff posture. Aizawa, Izuku figured, was really just the type of person who acted like that. But here his teacher stood, dangling quirk resistant cuffs in front of his hooded eyes, his face greyed with disappointment. He felt his heart tighten, pulling in on itself as he stared into those dulled eyes. That look… heartbreaking, a teacher seemingly lost all trust in him. He flinched from some unknowing sting. The teachers in his middle school, well they had always looked down upon him, ever since it was made known he was nothing but a quirkless little boy. Yet, that pain of constant dejection felt like a lesser burden than watching the hope leave his once caring teacher’s eyes.

Surely Present Mic’s more awkward demeanour was not correlated? Had his recent classes with the man really been affected by the cruel accusation? Midoriya felt dumbstruck, the blonde hero had awkwardly waved him off upon his first arrival in this week’s class, not even making eye contact with the student – had it not been an off day?

Yesterday… these pieces were all sliding into place, assembling a painful picture in which Midoriya becoming isolated was once again the centre. Mina Aishido’s uncomfortable shrugs at the dorms had not bothered him at first, when she told him that there were no usual group outing that previous afternoon he had believed her, not thinking much of it when he found himself eating dinner alone at the table that night. Takeaway katsudon in front of him, and his phone sitting in his hand. The front door opened with a squeal; his ears greeted with bubbling laughs from some feminine voices. Ochako, Tsuyu, and Hagakure stepped through the opening. He went to openly welcome them, opening his mouth widely. Then Iida, Sero, and Kirishima stepped through, followed shortly by Mina and then the rest of his classmates. The students mindlessly went about their own way, not taking in Midoriya.

The room had mostly filtered out, and Mina approached him, dropping a palm to his shoulder and a grin split across her face. “You mustn’t have received my text!” Again, she smiled, and her hand dropped from Midoriya’s shoulder. “Maybe next time?” She took her leave, her pink face strained as she held a smile.

Midoriya held tightly to the belief it was just some great misunderstanding, despite ice enclosing his heart and a thin wall, he breathed in a wobbly breath of suddenly hot air.

Bakugou came to stand by him, his eyes not reaching his own. Arms crossed; he angled his head away sharply. “Don’t think too much of it, dumbass,” he said, his voice rough and quiet, almost pitiful. “Mina and the others were just fucking stupid.” Bakugou inched over, dropping a plastic bag on the table by Midoriya.

The green headed boy paused, placing down his chopsticks as he reached over to pull the bag closer to himself. It felt light, and unsurely he looked to his classmate to silently get permission to open it. He was greeted with nothing more than a slight ‘tch’. Regardless he slipped his hand inside, fingers clutching on a singular cold juice box.

“Kacchan?” Confusion dribbled down his face, his lips creeping to an uncertain line.

“It’s just orange juice, Ochako seemed worried when she realised you weren’t there,” Bakugou muttered, gritting his teeth slightly. In all honesty, that did lift his mood, Ochako was not one with the privilege to be sending many texts from her phone, and to know he was not forgotten by his first friends put a shimmer of sunlight on his hurting heart. “She was going to get you some crappy soda- quit smiling dumbass!”

He attempted to muffle his grin, Bakugou stormed off.

Oh- his classmates had known. Ochako, wary around approaching him, had made her own secret code to ensure trust in their friendship. And even Kacchan, his friend turned emotionally constipated classmate, had refused to believe he would go so far as to become a traitor to their school, despite the belief of even their teachers.

Aizawa was still watching him. “Let us just make this easy,” the man said solemnly, outstretching his hand to Midoriya, the cuffs still dangling. “Put them on.”

Put them on? His pride fractured, struggling into little cracks that bled with arrogant coldness. His teacher was testing him. Midoriya felt his eyes slither into a calculating look as he watched his teacher, his own analysis taking place. The man wanted a reaction from him, a personality switch, or a suspicious calmness – either way, he was too look guilty. It was a power move, both knew Midoriya could do nothing against Aizawa’s quirk and raw strength. Knowing the reasonable professional of UA, Aizawa must have already informed other staff. Midoriya was trapped, looking god-forsakenly guilty. He hung his gaze, reaching for the cuffs, taking them into his own hands.

“It’s-“ He felt his own stutter choke him, flashing a glance to the taller man, eyes red and hair drifting. “It really wasn’t me,” he whimpered, clicking the first cuff tight around his wrist. His teacher made no sound, his cold hand wrapped itself around the young student’s wrist, locking his other wrist into the other cuff. It clamped into his skin with a tight metal bite, it was sure to leave pink and bruising rings against his freckled skin.

“The car is outside,” the man said. All so suddenly, his teacher’s face blurred, scratched out of sight, coming into focus and then just as quickly leaving. The pro hero shepherded him through the school. And no matter how hard Midoriya scrunched his face, twisting his neck to watch the man, his head only bleated with a startling anguish as he tried to recognise his betrayer.

Surely, this was his teacher? Yet when he searched him, it was an ice blur. How could a stony face, and displeased eyes belong to Aizawa. Midoriya felt his feet glue to the wooden pale floor. His teacher flipped, fingers entangling themselves on Midoriya’s shoulder, gripping violently on his uniformed shirt. The sting of pain, the seething hatred at suddenly flaring red eyes. No. Absolutely not. He fell back, crashing to the floor, arms raised defensively over his face. “No! You aren’t my teacher!” he hissed, twisting to lift his leg into some threat of a kick.

“Get up,” he said, teeth grit and lifting his own foot. Midoriya’s eyes fell open, jaw unlocking as he watched in momentary anticipation. And his teacher’s foot fell, atop his own, pressing his foot stern against the floor. “Threatening me now? I really don’t wish to see you looking any more guilty.”

Tears wettened his heated cheeks, sucking in a sigh as his teacher pulled him to his feet, and they continued down the path to his own damnation.

A notebook, he left behind a notebook, and now he was off to the cops, turned on by his peers, and had a sickening bruise begin to swell against the middle of his shin.

When he finally came to face the police van, Aizawa opened a black umbrella, hiding them from the peering eyes of civilians who began to slip the phones out, ready to record Midoriya’s demise.

“Shitheads, get your fucking hands off of her,” a voice wheezed, cracking with noise and anguish. Midoriya tipped his head to peer ahead. Bakugou had his hand terrifyingly close to a reporter, one who had wrapped her hand around that of the wrist of his friend Ochako’s. It seemed to be that only that reporter and her cameraman had caught on to the surprise arrest taking place at the school.

“Midoriya! Izuku,” Ochako said, ripping herself away from the kerfuffle, she went to leap forward but Bakugou held her back – holding her by her backpack. His eyes were slimmed into a death-giving glare, aimed at their teacher, his mouth pulled into sneer.

Instead, what he did, to both the shock of Midoriya and his teacher, was drag himself and Ochako into the waiting van. His hands blowing up in blasts of explosions when the officers inside went to ask them out. “This arrest isn’t even warranted yet! Shit, does Aunt Inko even know?” He spat, snatching at a pair of cuffs and fitting them on. “Like we’d let you steal our classmate.” The powerful words accompanied by the only two students who had bothered to come to his aid.

Midoriya suffered a long breath as his teacher turned to raise an eyebrow at him shortly before pulling him into the vehicle.

When he was finally pulled into the interrogation, he could only see Ochako cover her eyes, Bakugou putting his back flat to the wall and crossing his arms, unmoving. The door fell to a shut, two officers alone with him in a room. One a certain 7’0 tall, with no eyes, just a smooth stretch of skin and pointed teeth. The other- stood at solid 5’11, expression tugging into one of certain displeasures, and when he met Izuku’s eyes – he felt his throat go raspy and dry. Nerves or a quirk? Regardless, he grew grim as the two men leaned over him, holding the familiar notebook.

#bnha #mha #suspected traitor au #suspected traitor izuku au #izuku midoriya #fic #fanfiction #deku #bakugou #ochako #aizawa #mina #kirishima #my hero academia #boku no hero academia

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mischiefsandwing · 6 months

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Aizawa Finds Out That Y/N Is The U.A. Traitor (Continued)

(Read first part for context)

As Y/n and Dabi entered the building Bakugo clenched his fists and turned away from the scene

Bakugo: If you extras wanna go after that asshole, be my guest, but I'll be at the dorms if anything comes up.

Aizawa didn't look surprised, Bakugo and Y/n used to be close, or that's what everyone thought atleast.

Mina: What in the world- Y/n is the traitor?!? This can't be!... I trusted her...

Aizawa: I think we all did Mina... Even Bakugo trusted her with his heart... as surprising as it is, she fooled all of us...

Kirishima felt his heart drop at the thought of his best friend being played with like that.

Kirishima: I swear when I see her it's on sight-

Denki: If you do that it'll only make things worse!

Kirishima: I don't care! That cheater is not getting away with it!

Izuku: This can't be happening...

Todoroki: Even I trusted her... She fooled us, that's that I guess, what are we supposed to do about it?

(I know its short but the story will come together piece by piece eventually)

#aizawa sensei #dabi x reader #bakugo x reader #U.A. traitor #ua traitor

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mha-vilain-au · 2 years

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*after Ochaco was revealed being a traitor*

Mina: So you lied to us?

Ochaco: That depends on how you define lying.

Tsuyu: I define it as not telling the truth. How do you define it, ribbit ?

Ochaco: Reclining your body in a horizontal position...

M. Aizawa: *tired as fuck* I'm not even fucking surprise anymore.

.alternatively.

Toru: Why do you betray us? How could you?

Ochaco: *crocodile tears* Guys I'm so sorry, I didn't want to.

Iida: What did they do to you?

Ochaco: AFO threatened me... whit... aaaaaaaa.... a lot of money?

Shoji: *quietly* Why do we even try I swear-

#Ochaco is a greedy bitch but we love her that way #Frequenting the LOV for so long added her a little bit of chaotic maker energy #I didn't really mean to hurt you but it was fun to watch Katsuki being beaten up with a stick #Ochaco probably #My hero academia everyone's moral compass is fuck up edition #She organised her own denunciation as the traitor because she learned the LOV did bet if she's gonna be catch or not #She wanted to win the pool bet ✨💅#Izuku only reaction was to roll his eyes and Tomura is grumpy because he loses 20$#And then she revealed that there is a second traitor and all Yuei lose their marbles #But she won't say who because she enjoys the chaos which follows #mha vilain au #mha vilain au incorrect quotes #my hero academia #mha incorrect quotes #mha ochaco #traitor ochaco #mha mina #mha tsuyu #mha aizawa #mha toru #mha iida #mha shoji

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anianurst · 1 year

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The Unknown

Traitor!Reader- Aizawa Shouta 4/5

A better teacher does not exist. Aizawa Shouta is the greatest teacher to have ever walked this planet. That is a fact that you're sure of. No one is as loyal as he is to his students. Well, maybe you, considering you betrayed all the friends you made at U.A. for the family that you grew up with. But, that's beside the point.

Shouta's letter causes you pure agony. Your heart seems to be ripped out of your chest as you confess all your sins. Your agony is as clear as day Shouta thinks as he reads your letter. Some sentences are darker than others, probably from the excessive force you used to write them. The small splotches that are scattered throughout the paper make the letter hard to read. '(y/n) was crying' Shouta realizes.

And, he's right. Tears dripped down your cheeks and onto the paper, as you apologize over and over to Shouta.

《I wanted nothing more than to become the hero that you envisioned for me, Aizawa-sensei. Truly, from the bottom of my heart, I wanted to become something you were proud of. Someone you could call your student because you are the greatest mentor. Not even my master holds a candle to you.》

There's a faint ring in Shouta's ear. A heavy sigh escapes his lips as his gaze drops to the floor. His prosthetic leg comes into view and something squeezes in his heart. He thinks back to the moment you visited him in the hospital. How your eyes were wide with grief and worry. Your fists trembled along with your body, and when finally alone with him. You flung yourself onto him and cried.

Your hands gripped his shirt and your cries were muffled. At the time, he concluded you were worried for your teacher, your favorite one. Now, much like everyone else, he realizes that your tears were not out of grief but of regret and guilt.

You're an outstanding student. You weren't like Bakugo Katsuki or Midoriya Izuku, the problem children. No, you were responsible and level-headed, always thinking out your next move. Perhaps, he should have paid more attention to you.