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Heroes W/ An S/O W/ A Talking Cat

Keigo Takami (Hawks) X Reader, Taishiro Toyomitsu (Fatgum) X Reader, Shota Aizawa (Eraserhead) X Reader, Yamada Hizashi (Present Mic) X Reader

Requested: Anon

Request: Hi 👋, I read your story about the Lov with s/o who has a talking cat while I was reading it. I was thinking how funny it would be if it was the pro heroes instead of the villain like Mr. Aizawa, or hawks, or any other pro hero with S/O’s talking cat I think that would be hilarious?😂 AND Hello I really love your work it’s amazing😁 I love your post about the LOV with a witch S/O who has a pet talking cat I wanted to ask if there was one for the pro heroes like Aizawa, Mirko, Fat gum or even Hawks I think that would’ve been hilarious to know what their reactions would be like to S/O’s talking cat?😂

Keigo Takami/ Hawks

🪶 Keigo found out because he was teasing him, you had warned him not to but he didn’t listen, lucky for you instead of lashing out. Your cat decided to tell him off themselves. 🪶 It only took a little while before they both started to tease each other, Keigo scaring your cat half to death and your cat taking every opportunity to jump on Keigo or swipe at his feet. 🪶 You could come home to a disaster zone if Keigo got home before you, which was not often but when it did happen you honestly dreaded it. 🪶 You literally could not trust them to do anything, they were proud creatures and often tried to show you how much better they were then the other and that lead to even more problems.

You had been in the shower, you had only left them for 15 minutes and as you walked out of the bathroom when you heard a crash, you ran into the living room with nothing but a towel wrapped around your body “woah hello there beautiful.” Keigo smirked as he looked away from (Y/C/N) across the room. “Gross, that is my parent.!” (Y/C/N) continued. “Well they’re my partner so cover your ears if you don’t wanna hear it!” Keigo ordered. “What the hell is going on?” You asked, arms crossed as you looked between the two of you. “Nothing that you need to worry your pretty little head about, I’m just proving that he couldn’t catch me if he tried.” Keigo smirked as he looked back at the cat. “He has caught you before… Many times.” You reminded him. “Told you!” (Y/C/N) cheered. “Ah yes but that is swiftly followed by my own attack.” Keigo said. “Almost as if I were expecting it.” “Can you both just behave yourself for 10 minutes while I get changed?” You asked. “Ask him, he’s the one that starts it.” (Y/C/N) turned his back to Keigo and you narrowed your eyes as you saw the feathers moving towards the unknowing feline. “Stop.” “Fine fine, I’ll just come with you.” He wriggled his eyebrows as you rolled your eyes, turning away from him. “You're gross.” (Y/C/N) muttered as he disappeared into the kitchen. You turned away to walk back into the bedroom and get changed as Keigo followed. “You can’t expect me to behave myself without a reward.” Keigo followed you into the room catching you before you would walk towards the draws that housed all of you pajamas. “Will you ever learn to behave yourself?” You asked. “You don’t want that.” He teased, pressing a kiss to your jaw slowly coaxing you into something other than getting dressed.

Taishiro Toyomitsu/ Fatgum

🍡 Fatgum didn’t realise that there was anything different about your cat in fact it probably could have stayed that way for a very long time. 🍡 They got along well whenever he was eating something he shared with you little companion and scolded you when you told the little one that they had enough. You at one point were sure that the little guy was putting on weight. 🍡 They loved cuddling up together and you would often find them in bed or on the sofa, he found out about him talking when he walked in on the two of you arguing about stealing your boyfriend. 🍡 From there he treated him more like a child then a pet, scolding him and playing with him and still feeding him more than he needed.

You sighed as you walked into the house, smiling as you heard Taishiro talking in the other room, you knew that he was talking to (Y/C/N), you walked into the room raising an eyebrow as you watched the two “if I give you an extra dinner you can’t tell mum, she’s going to kill me!” Taishiro muttered, hunched over the cat that was looking at him with pleading eyes. “I never tell her.” (Y/C/N) answered and you narrowed your eyes, they both got up, it took longer for your cat to notice you than your boyfriend (who stopped dead in his tracks) because of the sofa obscuring the little one’s vision. “Extra dinners?” You asked. “Really?” “He said he was starving.” Taishiro said. “He always says that he’s starving, I took him for a check up, he’s almost overweight!” You complained. “Alright… I’ll stop.” Taishiro said. “You promised me that before and look what happened…” You crossed your arms over your chest and turned away from them. (Y/C/N) was the first to come over rubbing against your ankle, you glanced down at him and he looked up at you. “I know that this diet is hard but once we get you back to a healthy weight, you can have your treats back as a reward.” You reached down, tickling his chin. “This is stupid.” (Y/C/N) grumbled and you nodded. “Uh huh, so no extra dinner for you and you.” You pointed at Taishiro across the room who was looking as guilty as ever. “No sweets for the rest of the night.” “Yes ma’am.” He nodded as he walked over, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “I’m leaving you alone for 20 minutes while I shower and get changed but if you do anything I’ll be able to smell the guilt on you.” You warned them. “Humans can’t smell guilt.” (Y/C/N) said. “Test me.” You goaded him before disappearing into the bedroom and further into the bathroom.

Shota Aizawa/ Eraserhead

🐛 You didn’t even tell this man that your cat could talk, he just started talking to them one day and of course your feline friend spoke back, he literally did not bat an eyelid. 🐛 Laziest creatures in your life, they will collectively convince you to do nothing… Unless it’s food time, if it’s food time then the cat is no ally to anyone. 🐛 Most would think that Aizawa was the one who owned the cat because it was constantly trailing after him and complimenting him on everything that he did with the odd sassy comment when they didn’t agree on something, honestly some would say that he stole your cat. 🐛 You're sure that they miss each other more than they ever miss you and sometimes you're dramatic about it but rest assured you are the most important person in either one of their lives.

You walked through the front door kicking off your shoes, you dropped your bag to the floor before walking into the living room “you took your time.” Aizawa said as he looked up at you from his reclined position on the sofa. “Hello to you too.” You smiled as you leaned down and pressed a kiss to his cheek, he smiled quickly catching your lips in a soft kiss. “Hey hey! What about me!?” You giggled at the voice before turning to the black cat it belonged to curled up on Aizawa’s chest cradling his face in your hands as you pressed a kiss to the top of his head. “Have you both been here the whole day?” You asked. “No.” Aizawa answered. “I had classes to teach today.” “So you’ve been like this since 3pm?” You asked. “I guess.” Aizawa answered. “Did you at least feed him?” You asked. “You know those biscuits are a complete diet right, there are some cats that would settle for just them.” Aizawa mumbled. “Yeah well I’m not one of them.” (Y/C/N) said as he stood his front legs stretched out in front of him as he stretched and you rolled your eyes walking into the kitchen and putting the meat down for him before walking back into the living room, Aizawa reached out a hand pulling you to lay with him when you were close enough. “Are you sure this is a good idea Shota?” You asked as you glance towards the entrance the loud feline would appear in when he was finished. “Mmm it’s fine.” He answered half heartedly as he continued to wrap you tighter in his arms, not 5 minutes later did you hear what you expected. “You two just cast me out after 5 minutes, you know I was coming back right?” He asked as hopped up on the sofa walking over your intertwined legs before finally settling on your back, you hummed as you shifted slightly to get more comfortable, you knew that you should all move, the bed was definitely more comfortable but staying here with the two most important beings in your life for some reason was more appealing so you didn’t move for now this would be fine.

Yamada Hizashi/ Present Mic

🎤 Again another who wasn’t affected by your cat talking, he however is not as happy about it as others. They literally argue all the time because let’s be honest Hizashi is like a big cat himself. 🎤 You were constantly breaking them up, they never tried to hurt each other but they would always complain about something that the other was doing. 🎤 You tried to split your time between them equally but they always had something to say about that too. 🎤 As they lived together more they learned to deal with each other better, they learned what set the other off and tried to avoid it when you were around.

Hizashi had been at work all day, you were in the kitchen cutting up meat, you put a small pile aside for (Y/C/N) as you started cooking up the meat for dinner, once it was all cooked you put his portion aside and continued cooking for you and Hizashi. “Smells good.” Hizashi said, his voice softer than most people get to hear it. “Thank you.” You smiled leaning back into him as he rested his forehead on your shoulder. “Long day? How are the kids?” “Fine, they’re fine.” He answered. “But…” You prompted him to continue as he lifted his head. “They didn’t come to UA to do english lessons, they get bored so easily, stop paying attention.” He explained and you chuckled. “You know, even for people who aren’t looking to become heroes, English lessons were boring, it’s just about making it interesting.” You said. “Don’t give him ideas he’s interesting enough.” Your bubble was shattered as the black cat jumped up on the counter top. “Do you mind? We are having a private conversation.” Hizashi scolded him. “Well then don’t have it in the middle of the kitchen.” (Y/C/N) muttered. “Would it have mattered if we were in the bedroom?” Hizashi asked. “I guess not.” He turned away and walked over to the plate where you had left the meat that you saved for him. “This for me?” “Yeah.” You answered, lifting the plate away from him “If I give you this will you leave us alone for a little while, you know it’s not your turn so don’t be a bother.” “Fine, fine.” He lifted his paw as if to pull your hand down to him. “Good.” You nodded, you put the plate back down before going back to your own dinner and finishing up what you needed to. “I’ve decided what movie to watch tonight.” He mumbled and you smiled. “Good, then let’s finish this food so we can watch a movie and you can relax yeah?” You suggested and you felt him nod rather then heard him but you both made small noises as (Y/C/N) made a noise of disgust in the back of his throat.

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szasfuckingwife · 1 year

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ALL UP IN YOUR MIND

L$D MASTERLIST

HANMA SHUJI X FEM!READER

WARNINGS: violence, childhood trauma, unhealthy child-parent relationship, implied smut

7 years ago..

“Yes, Yoshida-San…my daughter was mistaken. Yes…Yes I know.. I apologise.”

In your bedroom, you hear all of it. Every detail of him and Yoshida’s conversation. You heard how he described you: disgusting, disrespectful and a whore. Your mother sat next to you consoling you quietly as you sob into your hands.

Her soft hands brush against your skin, but it doesn’t feel like she even wants to do that. Because you got both of your parents another ¥1,000,000 in debt.

“My parents have done nothing wrong! Yet you fuckers think it’s okay to keep threatening them, leave them the fuck alone”, you remember screaming at him. If you knew you would land yourself in this predicament, you would have never opened your mouth.

A sharp slap echoes through the house and you and your mother flinch at the sound. It was all your fault, what they were doing to your father, to your daddy.

Another punch, another kick emits from downstairs, “You’re lucky I don’t add another two fucking million!”

A thick silence could be heard, however the only thing you could hear clearly was the racing pattern of your mother’s heartbeat.

“Now where’s your pretty little wife.”

You hear your mother gasp and you look at her with nothing but sorrow in your eyes. A scuffle of hurried footsteps climb up the stairs as your father pleads for the both of your lives.

The door if your bedroom shoots open and you see him again, Yoshida. His eyes are hollow and sharp with a faded flesh colour line going through one. Jet black hair is gelled behind his two ears, not a strand out of place. He carried a sneer about with him as he did his gun. Meaning you dug yourself too deep.

Swiftly, your mother pulls you away from your bed and close to the window. Nearly 6 tall men walk into your room following Yoshida, all shooting a threatening glare at you.

“Ah, well if it isn’t the rude little bitch that spoke to me yesterday…” He smirked whilst signalling to his men to grab the both of you.

You try to fight the guys off but to no avail. Helplessly, you watch your mother get detained as if she were a dog, the unapologetic way they shoved her to the ground enraged you.

Yoshida began to pace slowly around your bedroom, not failing to notice the photograph of your family on the wall. “I somewhat respect you, little girl. Instead of your shitty dad, which was who i expected, you took the initiative to defend your family.”

“Please, forgive us, Yoshida-san!” The sound of your mothers raspy voice pricked tears in your eyes. “Please forgive us!”

A low chuckle left his lips as he barked orders to bring your father up here. The tears that formed in your eyes were now running down your cheeks, your mother sobs loudly.

“Sir-” Your father’s voice breaks, “Sir, I’m begging you-”

“Shut up, Yamada!” Yoshida roars and you flinch at the sound, “You know what I need to do. And It’s all your fault!”

Your father cries louder, pleading for Yoshida to stop. But his begs fell onto deaf ears as Yoshida pulled out a knife.

The beating of your heart stopped when you see the silver blade of his, reflecting the intimate lighting of your room.

“Who’s it gonna be, hm?” Yoshida grabs your father’s face and forcibly makes him look at you and your mother, “Who?”

His eyes grow wider as he looks at the both of you. The woman he promised to love till death do them part or the girl that he and his wife promised to cherish and protect until they die.

“Yamada, pick!” Yoshida violently slaps the back of your father’s head.

You see the desperation in his face and the blankness in his eye that frightened you, “I-I can’t…I-”

“Come on, Yamada!” Yoshida howled, clenching his jaw and gripping onto his blade, “You put them into this, you were selfish and you did this to them.”

Your father’s eyes were locked onto the ground before Yoshida forced him to look up at both you and your mother by grabbing his face. “Who’s it gonna be, hm? Trophy wife, house wife who gave you a kid or the brat that you raised that got you into this mess.”

All voices turn silent as you stare at Yoshida, his cavalier attitude to the situation he created terrified you. Especially when he made a decision for your father, tossing him towards yourself.

“Hey..” Yoshida spoke to one of his henchmen, you figured. “Lay her hand flat on the floor.”

Then, it sunk in. Yoshida pointed at you.

The terror of your mother’s screams echoed in your head as you swore the earth was moving slowly.

“Cut her pinky.” Yoshida demanded. You finally heard your mother’s weak protests whilst you father stares at the blade Yoshida gave to him in utter shock, clearly showing his lack of skill with such things. “Cut it off nice and fast so she doesn’t hurt too much.”

Weak, feeble and puny, all words anyone would use to describe your father at this moment as he shakily grabbed the knife as two men flattened your hand against the floor.

“Yamada, cut my pinky off, I beg you-” Your mother begged when one of his men struck your mother across her face.

Your father kneeled before you, mirroring you. Snot and tears ran down his face as he looked you in the eye. He was reminded of the little girl he raised, how he took you to school, how he cuddled you after a scary nightmare, how he loves you, “Don’t make me do it! P-please, Yoshida-san, I beg of you, Have m-mercy on me and my family. I beg of you!”

Yoshida bent down and whispered into his ear, “Fucking do it now.”

It was final; your father must do it. You stared into his eyes nodding that it was okay.

‘I love you, daddy.’

Suddenly, Yoshida snatched the knife out of your father’s hand with a loud chuckle. “You haven’t got the balls, Yamada. You go lookin’ for a loan only to leave it up to your two girls to pick up the mess.”

Yoshida whistled, gesturing to his men that their work here was done. They let go of you and your mother and left your room.

“Yamada, you’ve got until the end of the month. If I don’t see that ¥1,000,000, I’ll kill you, and your wife. I’ll keep your daughter. She’ll be of some use to us.”

All that was left in the room was the sound of your mother’s sobs and the heavy breathing of your father, all you do is stare blankly and pray that this is a nightmare.

Ran is a horny guy. He loves sex, kissing, teasing role play. You name it, he’s done it. Which is why he finds himself in this position.

Handcuffed to the bed and dressed in nothing but his boxers, waiting for a sweet nurse to walk in the door and-

“Mr Haitani?” He hears Saki say in a sweet voice. She walks through the door and Ran swears he’s the luckiest man on earth at that moment.

Saki, in a sexy white nurse outfit, stethoscope, nurse hat and everything. Ran’s mind went fuzzy just by looking at her, she was truly the most attractive girl he’s ever seen.

“I heard you needed some hospitality?” She smirked as she walked up to him. Saki sat next to Ran on the bed as he laid there helpless with an aching boner underneath his underwear.

Ran grinned up at her. “Yes, nurse. I need a cure”

She chuckles at the embarrassment of both of their words. Ran aches to grip her thigh when she straddles him, grinding on his crotch.

“And I’m happy to give it to you, Ran..” Saki inched her lips closer to him, aching to taste him.

But then, a loud ring cane from Rans phone. The older Haitani groaned loudly and asked Saki who was ringing him.

“Hanma.” Saki answers followed by an even louder groan from Ran. “Should I answer-” “Nah, leave it, probably irrelevant.”

Saki shrugs her shoulders before putting his phone away. And then, with a quick sigh, Saki resumed her movements on Ran.

A loud groan left Ran’s lips as Saki kissed up his sensitive neck, Ran loved it though, “Fuck, Nurse, y-you’re a natural-”

Ran wanted to grab the nearest gun and shoot his phone when he heard another ring. He laid there cursing at whoever decided to be interrupting his roleplay.

“It’s Hanma again-” “Just answer it!” Saki gave Ran a small sneer due to his tone and did as he said.

“Ran.” Shuji’s voice spoke on the other line.

Ran groaned, “Shuji, what do you want? ‘M kinda busy.”

Suddenly, Hanma’s cackle shot through the phone, as if it were something similar to a witch. “What? Busy fucking around with Saki? C’mon..”

Saki, surprised, covered her mouth to hide her gasp. “Look, yeah, she’s here, now you gonna tell me what’s up?” Ran spat out, ignoring Saki’s glares.

“I need to speak to her.”

Whatever was left of Ran’s unamused face, twisted into an jealous frown. The unknowingness of what Shuji wanted go speak to Saki -out of all people- was eating him alive.

Just as Ran decided to protest, his favourite nurse snatched the phone back, “Shuji? What do you need?”

Hanma sighed. It was unlike him to ask something so sappy like this. Besides, it’s not due to any romantic feelings. Of course not, he met you about a week ago. Shuji just simply missed the feeling of getting his dick wet by a pretty girl that was all for him.

That’s all.

“What does [Y/N] like?” Saki almost giggled at the question as she walked out the room, ignoring Ran’s whines.

“Why?”, She replied, “Tryna date her or something? You do know she’d never date guys like you right? She hates Yakuza.”

A strong sigh could be heard from the phone, “But she’s fine fucking them?”

“You guys pay well.”

An involuntary laugh poured out from Shuji as he continued to drive and speak, “Just wanna get to know her…I can do that, right?”

Saki loved you; she loved everything about you. How you stuck up for her, and the other girls. How you kept her secrets. How you guys would have frequent pyjama nights.

Not only did she love you, she respected you. Why would she tell some guy your interests? There’s nothing good to come out from this.

But, it’s like she said before, Yakuza pay well.

“I’m not gonna repeat this, so, listen,” Saki began as Shuji chukled once more, “She loves food. Any food, any cuisine she’ll eat.”

Hanma nodded, “Right.”

“But don’t take her to some fast food joint. She’s better than that…What else..? Oh! Take her shopping!” Saki smiled as she remembered the talk you two had about how boring both your closets were becoming.

“Alright…alright..” Shuji replied, “I’ll leave you to finish whatever shit you guys were doing before I called. Kiss your boyfriend for me.”

A sharp groan erupted from Saki, “He’s not my fucking boyfr-”

And with a tap of his finger, Shuji ended the call, ready to muster up his plan to impress you.

You’d be lying if you said you’ve never thought about being in love, having kids, the whole deal. Two kids, white picket fence, maybe a dog, cookies on the weekends, barbecues every holiday.

Sounds amazing when you think about it. ‘True’ simplicity.

You remember days of home after Yoshida, how your father never was the same. The blood shadow of his still remained on the wooden floor of your bedroom, maybe his tears are still there.

He never spoke again. You couldn’t remember the last time you heard your mother’s honey sounding voice call ‘Yamada!’ for dinner. If Yoshida’s ugly face never showed up at your front door step, they would’ve been happy.

One kid, no white picket fence, no dogs; but it would’ve been pure joy to spend one more time with your mother and father together.

“Mom..” you began, “You know I can’t come…I’ve got work.”

You hear her shattered sigh on the other line. In your mind, you try to picture the woman that birthed you, how she’d look after all these years. “You always have work, [Y/N].”

Her displeased tone annoyed you; she just doesn’t understand.

“You know your father’s been asking about you.”

Suddenly, your blood runs cold, the stars stop moving along with the earth, and a cold sweat starts forming on your forehead.

The lost relationship you had with your dad was also one you had forgotten, and content in doing so. After Yoshida, your relationship was never the same. And he never acted like a father since.

So why should you act like a daughter?

“What’s he been askin’?” You reply nonchalantly. Quickly, and correctly, your mother detects the thoughtlessness in your monotone voice.

She stays silent for a moment, “You should come and see for yourself, [Y/N]. You don’t think he misses you? It’s been four years since he’s seen you in person. He misses his daughter.”

You could feel a small tear brimming in your eye. But you refused to let it fall. Again, you had forgotten your relationship with that man, and you were content with that fact.

“And the only time I see you is when I travel to Chiba to cook for you.” She adds smugly, “We are getting old, [Y/N]. One day, you’ll have to look after us-”

“Mom, I’ve got to go.” You say quickly as you hang up. As soon as the small ‘beep’ sounded, you felt even worse than you did before. If only life didn’t go to shit.

If only.

Hanma Shuji was not a nervous guy. But here he was, hesitating to knock on your door. The mahogany door was taunting him as he stood there speechless.

A bouquet of wine-red Roses in one hand and a tight fist in the other, as he finally knocked on your door.

“One sec!” Hanma smiled at your sweet voice and waited patiently. A few seconds later, your radiating face welcomed him in. Shuji scanned the inside of your house and saw the messy countertop, mail scattered on the table and coffee mugs piled up.

He looked at you: uncombed hair with a blank face, drowning in the bagginess of your hoodie and joggers.

“Oh, it’s you.” You folded your arms, “How do you even know I live here?”

Shuji stood with his plaid suit and his glasses resting on the bridge of his nose ; you’ve never seen him look so smart. “Lets say, your friend, Saki , has been a great help for me.”

Rage clouds your mind as you swear to yourself that you’ll confront her about that later, “What do you want from me, Hanma?”

Shuji’s smirk dropped ever so slightly at the use of his last name but continued nevertheless, “You’re coming out with me to dinner.”

You’re quick to notice that it’s not a plea, it’s a command. Typical of men like him. “I’m fine staying at my home tonight.” You say, slowly closing the door on him.

But just then, he blocks the door from closing with his foot deepening his sadistic yet sexy smirk, “Good thing I’m a great cook.”

Like a child, you sit on your couch, cursing at yourself that you even let this happened. Because before you is the man that probably killed thousands of men for a living cooking a simple Udon meal.

He’s humming to yourself, in your kitchen, using your ingredients.

“Is it ready yet?” You groan.

He chuckles, “You’re not the patient type, I’ve gathered.”

“Well, a complete stranger is in my kitchen cooking me a meal. I’m not exactly going to stay calm.” Shuji chuckles once more at your snappiness.

“Except, I’m not a stranger. I’ve seen all of you, just like you’ve seen all of me.” He says matter of factly. Shuji sighs as if he’s the one carrying all the wisdom.

“Okay, but that’s not a very good poi-” “And you know where I work, and…obviously, I know where you work. Oh! And also, I know where you live now.”

He finally places your meal in front of you as you sit by the table.

It smells good, looks good. But you know firsthand that appearance isn’t anything, the man opposite you being testimony to that.

After much hesitation, you slurp a good amount of Udon to please Hanma. And much to your surprise, it tasted amazing. A sudden explosion of spice hit your tongue, and in a way, reminded you of Shuji. You’re unsure if you’ve seen his ‘spice’ or if it’s actually beneath his words.

“How is it?” he eyes you, noting your every expression.

He sees the small smile that you hide : he doesn’t want you to. “I mean…I definitely judged you way to quick. Tastes fine. But, I guess I’ll just see in an hour or two if I die from poisoning.” You say. A hearty laugh escapes the lips of the man you once thought was emotionless. You like his laugh; it’s raspy and coarse but so warm.

“And why would I poison you out of everyone, hm..? You’re my favourite-” “Favourite what?”

Shuji looked at you blankly as you interrupted him; the feeling of regret slowly creeping up his spine. “I’m your favourite what? Whore? Hole to fuck..?”

Suddenly, you feel his hand on the top of yours as he strokes your soft hand with the pad of his thumb. “Calm down..I was gonna say you’re my favourite girl.”

“For the moment.”

“No!” You both laugh as he moves the bowls of Udon to the side. Once his golden eyes meet yours, it’s like everything else melted away. “I’m hoping that one day, one special day in the future, you’ll be my favourite girl in the world.”

You shouldn’t be this intimate with him; holding his hand like you’re a married couple, like he knew you. He’s Hanma Shuji, some people drop their heads when he walks by. Or go out of their way to impress the shit out of him. Or plead by his feet that they’ll repay him back…Like your father.

Following those thoughts, you pull your hand away. “Well, that’s just not possible.”

“Is it?” Shuji says as he stands and moves closer to you. His rough hands meet your soft cheek. You shy away from his prolonged gaze but you know if you look up, he’d be staring right into your eyes.

“So, that’s why you came here…to fuck?” You question, a small giggle follows. “All that shit about cooking when all you really wanted to do was get in my pants?”

Hanma doesn’t answer, instead he pulls your seat out from under the table and spins you around, facing him. “Actually, you’re wrong. You see, I was going to just cook and leave but seeing you all smiley and shit got me worked up, I won’t lie.”

Men, you thought, so confusing.

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writingwhimsey · 11 months

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All's Fair In Love and War Prologue Pt 2

Prologue Pt 2

Three years Later…

Nobunaga sat in council with his inner circle. “What about those rumors we have been hearing about for the past few years?” Hideyoshi asked.

“Yes, even I’ve heard about the rumors surrounding the Yamada Clan.” Masamune said, a serious look on his face. “They used to just stick to themselves not really allying with anyone or going after anyone, but protecting themselves.”

“Lord Riku Yamada died three years ago.” Mitsuhide spoke. “My sources tell me he had an adopted child who had already been leading his forces in their battles even before his death.”

“What were the circumstances of his death?” Hideyoshi asked.

“An enemy attack from the Ishihara Clan.” Mitsuhide answered. “Killed him and his wife in their beds.”

“The new Lord Yamada marched their forces to the Ishihara just days later and waged a war… from my understanding of how the battle played out…their strategy….the Ishihara didn’t stand a chance and were defeated in three days.” Mitsunari said. “The new Lord Yamada is a brilliant strategist.”

“After defeating the Ishihara, Lord Yamada went after the Ishihara allies next.” Mitsuhide explained. “They had been surrounded by enemies for so long at this point…and now those enemies are gone and the Yamada rule over a rather large amount of land.”

“This could be a problem should the new Lord Yamada decide to try anything.” Hideyoshi said. “It could jeopardize our unification efforts…we would easily defeat them, though.”

“Not likely so easily.” Ieyasu spoke up.

“Seems like it would be one hell of a fight.” Masamune said, a glint in his one blue eye. “Though it would use a lot of our resources, given how much land the Yamada now hold…and how large their army is. From what I’ve heard the new Lord Yamada has gained favor of the people of the lands and they are prospering.”

Nobunaga had been silently listening and taking in every word his vassals and allies exchanged.

“We still have the larger force.” Hideyoshi said. “With all of our combined forces…”

“That would be a waste of resources.” Nobunaga finally declared.

“Then what do you propose we do, my lord?” Hideyoshi asked.

Nobunaga wore a smirk as he looked around the room. “I think it’s quite obvious…we seek to add the Yamada to our alliance.”

“That would be the best bet.” Mitsuhide said. “One can never have too many allies.”

“Especially too many strong allies.” Masamune agreed with a grin.

“I had good relations with the previous Lord Yamada.” Nobunaga said. “Though he never officially allied with me, he never stood against me either and even gave some supplies and good council on occasion.”

“How will you do it, my lord?” Hideyoshi asked. “I’d be happy to go as an envoy.”

Nobunaga shook his head. “No…we will invite Lord Yamada here. Ranmaru, you will set out for their territory at first light.”

Ranmaru blinked in surprise. “You really wish me to go, Lord Nobunaga?”

“Yes, you are the perfect man for the job.” Nobunaga answered. “Extend an invitation to Lord Yamada to come to Azchi with his closest men. We will discuss terms of an alliance when they arrive.”

Ranmaru nodded resolutely, “Yes, Lord Nobunaga I will do my best.”

The warlords discussed their plans further before council was coming to an end. Nobunaga called Ranmaru to a private meeting in the tenshu. “You wished to see me, my lord?” He asked.

“Yes, when you go to the Yamada clan, I want you to take these as gifts.” Nobunaga instructed, handing his young page a couple of items. “A sign that we truly are seeking an alliance.”

Ranmaru nodded. “Right, I won’t let you down, Lord Nobunaga.”

A few days later…

I sat in my council room having met with the leaders I had put in place of the territories that were now part of my domain. It had been a rocky last few years, but I was managing things relatively well. I now controlled all of the lands that had immediately surrounded my family’s domain. I was driven to go after the Ishihara for revenge, but also for practical and tactical reasons…and once going for them…I had to go after the others. I had no choice.

As council convened, Kei, one of my aides, was coming in. “Lord Yamada, there is someone here to see you.” She informed me.

“There weren’t any other meetings scheduled for the day.” Jiro said, as he was still my right hand man.

“Who is it?” I asked.

“His name is Ranmaru Mori, my lord.” She answered. “He is an envoy sent by Lord Nobunaga Oda.”

I lifted a brow. I knew the name, recalling it from my history lessons in school in the modern day. “That’s interesting.”

“I knew it wouldn’t be long before the Oda took notice.” Jiro said.

“How could they not take notice of the powerhouse that our lady is.” Sato said, smiling at my left.

“Send him in.” I said.

Kei nodded and bowed before exiting the room. A few moments later, a young man was coming in. He was honestly the prettiest man I had ever seen and there really was non other way to describe him.

He looked at the three of us, sitting at the head of the room. I sat in what was clearly the position of power. I smiled at him. “You look a bit confused, Master Ranmaru.” I said.

He blinked, seeming to come out of his confusion. He gave me a smile as he bowed. “Forgive me, I wasn’t expecting the new Lord Yamada to be such a beautiful lady.” He answered.

“Lord Riku adopted Lord Ava as a young woman and trained her. Always intending for her to carry on the clan leadership.” Jiro explained.

“I see.” Ranmaru replied.

“What brings you here?” I asked.

“My lord has taken notice of your recent rise.” Ranmaru answered. “And…well he has sent me as an envoy to invite you and your closest council to Azuchi to discuss an alliance.”

Sato was smiling widely. “That is indeed an honor.” She said.

“And as a gesture of good faith, Lord Nobunaga asked me to bring these gifts to you.” Ranmaru said, holding out a box.

I rose from my seat and walked over to look at the items. The box contained a Goban and a dagger that was intricately carved…and one I recognized. “These are excellent gifts…” I said. “I think we shall accept the invitation. We will make preparations and leave in two days.”

I was then instructing Kei to set our guest up in our best room. I had more duties to tend to before the day was done as well as arrangements to make for my absence.

Later that night, I sat out on the veranda, sipping my nightly sake as I looked up at the stars. “You can come out of your hiding spot.” I said.

Jiro was then coming out from his place behind a pillar. “I wasn’t hiding. I was just staying out of your way.” He countered.

“I know you have something to say.”

“Are you sure about this meeting with the Oda?” Jiro asked as he came to sit beside me, pouring himself a cup of my sake.

I nodded. “Yes. I know Father had a great deal of respect for Lord Nobunaga.” I answered. Though, of course, being from the future I knew that this was the right move as Nobunaga was regarded as one of the great unifiers of our nation.

“I do recall that, though he never declared official support for Lord Nobunaga.” Jiro countered.

“Maybe not officially…but you know Father wasn’t an open book and kept many secrets.”

“What are you getting at, Ava?”

I gestured to the Goban and dagger that I had beside me. “Those gifts from the Oda…they were gifts Father originally sent to Lord Nobunaga.” I explained.

Jiro blinked. “Really?”

I nodded. “Yes…Father actually regularly met with Nobunaga. They would play Go and share counsel with each other.”

Jiro blinked. “How…how do you know that?”

“I went with Father a couple of times.” I answered. “Though I never met with Nobunaga, I stayed out in the hall…or hid in the ceiling.”

Jiro sighed and shook his head. “Only you…” He replied, trailing off. “You know I will support you in whatever you decide to do. My sword is yours, always Ava.”

“I know.” I replied. “That is why you are my right hand. You and Sato will come with me to Azuchi. We’ll leave Ichiro and the council in charge of things here while we are gone.”

“Whatever you say…my lord.” Jiro replied.

After taking the two days to set everything up, we departed with Ranmaru, heading for Azuchi. I had decided to pack the dagger and the Goban, taking those with me. They might come in handy later.

“We should reach Azuchi in about three days.” Ranmaru declared as we mounted up.

I nodded. “Sounds good.”

Sato rode up beside Ranmaru as we began to head off. “Did you enjoy your stay in our land, Master Ranmaru?” She asked, grinning at him.

Sato was a beautiful woman. She had long dark black hair with striking golden eyes and very pale skin. She always wore black and dark makeup. She was what I referred to as a Sengoku Goth.

Ranmaru smiled brightly at her, though I could tell that he was slightly unsettled by her. “It was nice and comfortable.” He answered. He was then turning to me.“And the bakers and cooks you employ Lady Ava, they are quite good…and the peach trees in your garden…they remind me of some from a garden I loved as a child.”

I smiled back at him. “I am glad that you enjoyed your stay and the food.” I told him. “And I prefer Lord Ava or Lord Yamada.”

Ranmaru nodded and bowed. “Forgive me…I’m not used to it.”

“It does take some getting used to.” I told him. Though it was all part of my strategy.

“Those sweet buns you gobbled down at breakfast this morning weren’t made by the cooks or bakers.” Jiro told Ranmaru. “Those were actually made by Lord Ava herself.”

Ranmaru looked at me in surprise. “Really?”

I nodded. “Sometimes you have to get in the kitchen yourself.” I replied with a shrug.

Ranmaru smiled brightly. “You’ll get along great with Lord Masamune then.”

“Masamune Date, correct?” I asked.

Ranmaru nodded. “Yes. He’s a great cook.”

I nodded, recalling that tidbit from history class. Since I had taken over the Yamada clan, I tried to recall as much as I could of history classes from the modern day. I didn’t want to change history too much…though I feared it might already be too late for that. But hopefully I could keep things from getting too far out of control. Masamune was known for creating some dishes that were still enjoyed in my original time and for founding the City of Sendai if I recall correctly.

For three days we traveled and talked, making our way to Azuchi. Ranmaru was chatty and cheerful…and utterly adorable. He truly seemed like a sweet guy…though it seemed like there was something hiding behind his smile. There was a sadness and conflict that lingered in his eyes. Though that would normally have me on my toes…I had this feeling it had nothing to do with me and wasn’t reason for ME to worry.

After three days of riding, we were finally reaching the gates of Azuchi Castle. “Welcome to Azuchi, Lord Yamada.” Ranmaru said, cheerfully. “We’ll get inside and I’ll take you to meet with Lord Nobunaga.”

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neonscandal · 11 months

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Victory's Shadow

⚠️ CW: Implied Canonical Minor Character Death (from season 6.. and 5, I think), Major Character Death

Pairing(s): Katsuki Bakugo & Izuku Midoriya; Minor Aizawa Shouta & Hizashi Yamada

Genre: Angst

Word Count: 2.2K

Status: Complete

Summary: Set just before graduation, Midoriya's cold feet can only be assuaged by one person.

EXCERPT

“You couldn’t tell?” Midoriya waited expectantly for Bakugo to fill the silence with something derisive but, when nothing came, he considered the question more sincerely. “I guess I’m just wondering if this is all worth it. Was this all worth it?” More silence. Heavy and uncomfortable in the depths it spanned, Midoriya shifted his weight anxiously. He’d never given his doubts a voice lest a question become an interminable scream.

A/N: I was in a silly goofy mood when I wrote this, I am sorry. Everyone is miserable.

“For today’s lesson, we’ll review for your upcoming finals.” Aizawa’s sullen drawl slowly melted into the hum of his students as a lamenting groan swept through the classroom. “Open your textbooks to page-“

Midoriya let out a labored sigh as he leaned over to grab a book from his satchel. Its weathered spine opened easily to the segment in question. His eyes hung low as he followed along haphazardly. Sun spilled in through the large windows and pulled Midoriya’s listless attention as his thoughts began to wander.

“Psst. Nerd.”

“Psst! I know you can hear me.” A second hiss penetrated his already shoddy concentration.

Midoriya closed his eyes briefly as if weighing his options. Hardly a moment passed before he resigned himself to the whims of his childhood friend. Afterall, it was so infrequent that he’d engage him first. “Yes, Kacchan?”

“Don’t you think you should be paying attention?” Bakugo’s signature half smirk seemed to wrap around every syllable of the question that hung between them.

It was enough to force a light snort through Midoriya’s nose. “Kacchan, maybe your time would be better spent paying attention, too.”

“Tch! As if. Think there’s anything left to learn that I don’t already know?”

“How could I forget?” Midoriya could feel the corners of his mouth turn upwards, wryly.

“It feels like you’re mocking me.”

“It feels like you’re intentionally distracting me.”

“’Spose you have a point.”

Midoriya didn’t have to look to know that Bakugo’s eyes were rolling into his head. One of the benefits of knowing someone all your life was the ability to match their inflection to a signature gesture without even a sidelong glance. If only this sensitivity to Bakugo’s mannerism’s had any sort of value to his studies or any other area of his life. “I’ll take ‘Kacchan’s Tic’s for $200’?” he imagined himself saying.

“Yea, whatever,” even Bakugo couldn’t hide his piqued amusement. “’Fourteen Years Together and All I Got Was This Shitty All Might T-Shirt’…”

“You loved that t-shirt, Kacchan,” Midoriya shot back indignantly.

“Yea, nerd. When you gave it to me when I was six. You’re the only fanboy who cleared puberty without growing out of any of your embarrassing hobbies….”

“Kacchan, you seem to be forgetting that you have attended every single midnight release of every All Might documentary to date.”

“Psh. Well, we see where that gets you. At least I stopped decking my whole room out in All Might gear when we got here.”

“Another eye roll complete with a gathered stretch of his hands,” Midoriya surmised. He would probably crack another smile if he didn’t feel like he had to be on the defensive. For what, he didn’t want to explore. “Kacchan, did you need something?”

A beat passed before Midoriya wondered whether Bakugo had actually heard him.

“Yea, yea. Just noticed you staring off. Wondered what you were thinking.”

More silence. Heavy and uncomfortable in the depths it spanned, Midoriya shifted his weight anxiously. He’d never given his doubts a voice lest a question become an interminable scream. Even now, the honesty of his vulnerability felt vulgar when volleyed to Bakugo who seemed to be turning his words over thoughtfully.

“Hmph.. It’s a little late to ask, don’t you think? Provisional license, almost out of UA, and all.”

“Just because we realize we’re headed in the wrong direction doesn’t mean we should keep walking, Kacchan.”

“Tch! That happened one time, ya lousy Deku!”

Midoriya managed to swallow the laugh that threatened to spill from his lips. He recalled, with warmth, a time many years ago, where he’d followed Bakugo to the ends of the earth in search of stag beetles. Well, the end of the earth according to 4-year-olds. In actuality, they’d just stumbled off the beaten path. They weren’t found for hours and, once located, bashfully realized that the point where they’d diverted from the familiar walking trail was just a few feet from where Bakugo had confidently declared he’d known the way back home.

At the time, when met with Midoriya’s tear stained face, Bakugo could never admit it. Even when they happened upon the evidence of Midoriya’s abandoned beetle trap. It was one of a handful of memories between them that they never acknowledged but both remembered, though perhaps in differing severity. It’s something they could laugh about now.

“Last hurdle before graduation and now you have cold feet. Tch, attitude like that, no way you’d be number one anyway...” Bakugo spat brusquely under his breath. His voice was gravelly but belied his earnest disappointment.

Midoriya’s eyes lowered, his eyebrows creasing thoughtfully. It took coming to UA to really appreciate that hero society was not everything he’d thought it’d be.

In his classmates, he’d seen the thin line that could separate a hero from a villain. In those he fought, he’d come to understand how a person’s twists and turns could send them down the wrong path. In Pro Heroes, he saw the shortcomings that could make them irredeemably fallible despite public approval. In his mentor, he recognized the gap between the god he’d revered and the broken man he’d absolved. In Shigaraki, perhaps his greatest lesson, he recognized his own hatred despite his persisting desire to save people. His defeat and subsequent salvation nearly cost Midoriya everything. In some ways, it still felt like it had.

The heroes won in the end, but Shigaraki still bested them in the court of public opinion by successfully upsetting the delicate paradigm he wished to destroy. His rampage, having taken many lives, pulled back the curtain on the atrocities committed by the Hero Commission and irrevocably shook the foundation of a society that put heroes on a pedestal.

Even now, Class 3A continued pressing forward into a field with no certain future. Hero work, now likened once again to vigilantism, had been put in a holding pattern while lawmakers tried to untangle the web of public outrage that was cast when the dust from the war settled. Quirk suppression laws were in talks once more and the polarizing subject of them dominated the news cycle, almost immediately replacing the faces of the fallen heroes.

But those who were there on the front lines could never forget. Those who were there would always remember. To see their fallen comrades take up less and less space in the public consciousness was just another slap in the face to their collective sacrifice. Returning to life after the war presented a surreal dissonance between the trauma suffered and the familiar humdrum of everyday life. Some adapted more quickly than others. Therapy and prostheses for that which they lost. Others simply allowed the humdrum to take up more space than the noise of their trauma. It was in the balance of this where Midoriya’s true thoughts of grief, anxiety and doubt nestled.

With graduation approaching, it became harder to ignore. Without complaint, he’d suffered the weight of the mantle he’d inherited with “One for All”. Just a child when he received it, never properly prepared for the barbed strings attached. With the state of the world, he wondered if it was something he could simply walk away from now. He swallowed the knot in his throat dryly as he contemplated his cowardice.

“Well. Guess that spares you the embarrassment of losing to me,” Bakugo snorted dismissively.

The ghost of a grin graced Midoriya’s face as he hung his head with a knowing shake. He knew this was as good a consolation as Bakugo could stomach. “Thanks, Kacchan… I’m-I’m sorry.”

“Heh!? For what, ya shit nerd?”

“For thinking of giving up on our dream.” Midoriya turned to face his childhood friend, his smile slowly making its way to his eyes as he wondered how they could have wasted so much time at odds.

Where Midoriya’s features had sharpened with age, Bakugo remained a fresh-faced boy of sixteen, pressed uniform worn irreverently. He blazed with the ethereal glow held only by those who’d imparted a piece of themselves unto the One for All quirk. This sliver, alone, survived the bloody battlefield of their first year at UA.

Pressed between the pages of Midoriya’s mind and preserved within his regret for safekeeping, lived a piece of the childhood friend who’d valiantly lent his strength to the final showdown with Shigaraki. Without a second thought, he’d sprung into action in a move that saved Midoriya’s life while costing him his own. In the moment, it devastated the hero forces before ultimately galvanizing them to bring Shigaraki down without further losses.

In a corner of his thoughts where he hoped Bakugo would never hear it, Midoriya reasoned how, considering this, this too would be a burden that he should carry. Locked in a battle of attrition, he wasn’t the irrefutable hero who could save his friend, but he could ensure that his will lived on.

Bakugo exhaled forcefully, unable to meet Midoriya’s gaze. He stared off pointedly muttering under his breath, “Yea, whatever. Do what you want…”

“Midoriya!” Aizawa snapped sharply. “Eyes up front,” he cast threateningly.

“S-Sorry, sensei…”

Bakugo snickered, having evaded reprimanding.

“It’s all your fault, Kacchan,” Midoriya murmured dejectedly, a blush blossoming across his cheeks. He chanced a glimpse at the empty worktable beside him. A covert “HE is HERE” scratched boldly into its surface.

“It happened again today,” Aizawa exhaled, tiredly rubbing at his good eye.

Yamada navigated the line of tables in the empty teachers’ lounge thoughtfully as he carefully set down a warm mug of coffee.

Aizawa accepted the mug without a word and turned to gaze at the setting sun outside. “It feels like every day we lose a little bit more of him. Like he’s withdrawing deeper and deeper into it.”

Yamada sighed softly as he studied the scarred face of a man he’d known since he’d walked these very halls as a student. “We know more’n anyone what he’s going through, Sho. Doesn’t make it any easier.”

“No. There’s someone out there with just a bit more insight.” Aizawa argued through gritted teeth, his eye trained on a desk that had been gathering dust for the last two years.

Following Shigaraki and All For One’s decisive defeat, seemingly having completed the mission of avenging his master, All Might took a permanent leave of absence from teaching. It left many lingering questions about why he chose to keep One For All a secret, how he’d passed the quirk to Midoriya rather than involve others, and how he allowed All For One to move in the shadows for so long. The conspiracies that sprung up amid his refusal to address these inquiries only added fuel to the public’s general malaise. It also left a bad taste in the mouth of all the Pro Heroes (and those in training) who’d operated under his guidance without ever truly being in the know as the curtain dropped on the final battle. With his disappearance, the burden of scrutiny fell squarely upon Midoriya to suffer the consequences of his mentor’s untenable actions. It was a yearlong onslaught of interrogation and interviews before he found some semblance of peace and privacy to grieve.

In that time, Aizawa did what he could to shoulder and protect Midoriya, but he was no Symbol of Peace. He was just a teacher who had front row seats to the carnage and mayhem wreaked upon his students. So, days like this were just a reminder of the powerlessness he’d suffered after making it his mission to never lose a fledgling hero as he’d lost his own classmate. “Some teacher,” he scoffed.

“He said once, at Central Hospital, that it was like he could feel One For All calling to him. The vestiges, I guess,” Yamada proffered pensively. For a moment, he selfishly considered his own longstanding guilt and grief. Whether he was trying to find reason in All Might’s actions or provide currency for his own redemption, he was at a loss. “Maybe he couldn’t bear to be around the kid he failed… or hear the voice of the one he lost.”

“We’re left to wonder,” Aizawa’s balled fist met the top of his desktop with a sharp thud. “And what about Midoriya, huh? He was just a kid and we failed him. We failed them both. Where’s he supposed to go from here?” his hand tangled exasperatedly in his hair as he continued to lament.

“Will he recover? Will he go ‘dark’? Sometimes loss isn’t a lesson. Sometimes it just sucks and you just grin and bear it and shoehorn whatever’s left into the life you had ‘Before’.”

Unsatisfied with the unremarkable end such drastic means had yielded, Aizawa furrowed his brow and asked the question that had plagued him since witnessing Bakugo’s ravaged body fall still on the frontline. “We won the war, Mic. But why does it feel like we’ve lost something greater?”

Yamada held a mug up to his lips gingerly, both hands snaked around the glass protectively. He allowed the warmth of his tea to find his nose and, rather than sip or answer, his eyes settled upon a desk that had been graced perennially with a vase of flowers in remembrance. “Maybe we have.”

A/N: I hope the twist wasn't too obvious but there were definitely hints. Also, also, I think the anticlimactic summation between Erasermic while surrounded by reminders of All Might, Midnight and teacher's who maybe weren't even on the front lines is just another example of how even our favorite heroes may feel guilt for their part in everything after the war. IDK if it was conveyed well but that was the intention.

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astoriaroleplay · 2 years

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MEET REN YAMADA

AGE: 34 years old

BIRTHDAY: November 3, 1987

GENDER/PRONOUNS: Cis Man — he/him

OCCUPATION: CFO for NPBC

PLACE OF BIRTH: Kyoto, Japan

NEIGHBORHOOD: CBD

HAS LIVED IN ASTORIA FOR: 30 years

CHARACTER INTERVIEW

What makes Astoria still appealing to you? Is it related to personal or work relationships?

A smirk appeared on Ren's face at the mention of what was still appealing in the town to him. There were a lot of reasons but he needed to be very clear and succinct about it. “ It's a little bit of all of the above if I’m being entirely honest. I like to think I’ve worked incredibly hard over the years. I didn’t sit around and wait for good things to come my way and I have the life to show for it. I do love the work and the fact there’s a great paycheck at the end of the week never hurts. As it turns out I am someone who has expensive taste and the work helps provide for that. “ Ren noted with a small laugh. He was always going to reply in a respectful manner but he was also proud of what he’s accomplished as well. “ Long term personal relationships could use some work however. I have great colleagues but I admit it is difficult to keep a long lasting relationship going with anyone, whether platonic or romantic. I think the willingness to always try is there though and that makes me also want to stick around longer. There are a lot of people that make it easy to relate to one another even if you aren’t spending every waking moment with them. There’s plenty of work to do though.”

What’s something about your personality that you’re proud of? And what would you like to change?

“ There are a few things I’m actually quite proud of. I like to think I’m charming, but that’s more for other people to say about me, but I do try to be very open and friendly to everyone I meet. You never know what could happen. I know the difference between when to work hard and when to have fun though. I am incredibly reliable when it comes to my work and I don’t hold onto things very long. There is no reason to hold onto something for too long if you know it isn’t going to help in the long run. Dwelling is the thing that stands in the way and I make sure never to dwell on the past. It’s what is stalling people from looking at the big picture. “ He explained before smiling softly at the idea of his personality faults. “ I know I’m arrogant. Trust me, everyone tells me I am” Ren noted with some humor in his voice, before taking it very seriously again. “ I do want to work in that though. I know it tends to turn people away and why I’m married to my work and not someone who would love me despite it all. I used to think I was just sure of myself but the older I get the more I realize that I do have a lot to be proud of, maybe alienating others isn’t the way to show that”

Please elaborate on any violent circumstances you may have been involved with in the past.

“ I used to get into a lot of fights growing up. Honestly, I would seek it out” Ren admits as though it was a whole other life ago and in many ways it was. “ I was good at it too, but I don’t look back on it with any fond memories and sometimes it would go too far. A lot of it was me being a stupid kid that was trying to prove a point. It was also around the time my dad had died and I think I was just going through some things. Trying to numb what was going on. “ Ren admitted, finally letting the businessman façade drop fully to show the person he truly was underneath and it’s clear that maybe he hasn’t fully healed from his fathers death. “ Once I got it all out of my system is when I took the rest of my education seriously and am where I am today. Everyone has a dream and I don’t think getting drunk at night and engaging in bar fights was part of his dream for me.

Your thoughts about supernatural beings.

“ My thoughts?” Ren responded back unsure what they were meaning with this question. He had an answer for everything but he’d never been asked this. “ Considering I am one, I think we’re pretty damn great. The longer I spend here with the people I see every day the more beauty I see in everyone. I have a lot of pride in myself, but I think it’s great how many of us there actually are. It creates a much stronger sense of community than I would have expected, considering how different we can be. I was born thinking the world was one way and as an adult I’m happy to see how vibrant it actually is. I wish so many people didn’t have to hide who they were. I never had to really hide and I don’t wish that on anyone. I think that’s what being here and being a supernatural being is about.”

FACECLAIM: Andrew Koji PLAYED BY: Rach

#andrew koji fc #all #cis man #concubus #cbd

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mellowyandere · 3 years

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You’re Ours to Protect

Had a weird dream last night. Thought you might enjoy it.

Reader: F

Characters: Toshinori Yagi (All Might), Aizawa Shouta (Eraserhead), Yamada Hizashi (Present Mic)

Summary: Your time as an anti-hero might finally be coming to an end. With three pros on your tail it’s a miracle this didn't happen sooner. (Reader has a quirk but it’s not very important to the smut.)

Length: 4.5 K (I have come to the conclusion that I am incapable of writing below 4 K)

Warnings: non-con, yandere themes, slight bondage/restraints, voyeurism, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, anal fingering, anal sex, M/M/F, mostly clothed male, naked reader, slight cum swallowing, Eraserhead and Present Mic are in an established relationship in this fic.

Hands were on your body, hands that shouldn’t be there. Your mind was stuck in a fog, your limbs so heavy you could barely move them. What was going on? You strained to remember, thinking long and hard about what might have led you here as calloused fingers blazed trails along your exposed thighs. You managed to wiggle your limbs a bit, shaking off the haze that muddled your brain.

You groaned, trying to open your eyes so you can get a better understanding of your surroundings. Your hands were restrained behind your back but it seemed your legs were free. You'd murder who ever had their fucking hands on you. As your eyes adjusted to the light you couldn't help but groan again as the figure in front of you came into view. You tried and failed to subtly use your quirk, this didn’t look good.

“Eraserhead. Didn’t realize you were still wasting your time looking for me. Not my fault I beat you to that criminal. Hero’s leaving trash like him alive is such a stupid concept. He was a murderer you know.”

You looked around to the best of your ability as you spoke, you were sitting on a plush dark green couch in what appeared to be a relatively empty basement. You had been stripped of your gear, leaving you in your underwear and an oversized t-shirt. Two men were flanking you on the couch. The one to your left you didn't recognize. He was ridiculously tall, as well as skinny. Blond hair a mess as two long bangs hid his eyes from view. To your right was a pro you did recognize. His emerald green eyes sparkled in delight behind his civilian glasses as he grinned down at you. So it was their hands on your body currently. They’d die first then.

“So, what does that make you?” the dark haired pro murmured, leaning forwards and somewhat regaining your attention.

You ignored his question, opting to look about some more. There wasn't a one-way mirror or any recording device in sight. Were they interrogating you off the books? This whole situation seemed off, these were heroes right? They’d convict you and leave you to rot in a dingy jail cell somewhere.. but this didn't look like a normal interrogation room.

“I know this is my first time getting caught and all but this doesn’t really seem up to protocol. Gonna haul me away after having fun or something?” You shifted your gaze to the obsidian eyes in front of you, leaning forwards to mimic his posture.

Present Mic barked out a laugh, hand squeezing harder on you thigh much to your annoyance. “Sorry babe but prison won’t be your final destination! I mean after all y’aint evil, just a lil misguided is all, nothin’ three pros can’t fix.” He ended his sentence with a pinch to your leg.

“If you don’t get your fucking hands off me I’ll kill you!” You snarled, turning and getting up in Present Mic’s face. The tall blond to your left pulled his hands back, scooting away as Present Mic continued to leer down at you.

“HAH little girls got some bite, but we already knew that. Don’t think I didn’t notice you trying to use that quirk. I’m hurt now! You really would try to kill me huh?” he mocked with a fake pout, but you could see the amusement in his eyes.

“I’m sure you’ve already realized by now you can’t use your quirk. It wasn’t easy making a device to cancel it out, but thanks to our newest colleague here the hardest part was collecting your DNA and picking what color collar we wanted.” Eraserhead leaned forward, fingers tugging on the collar you only now just realized was around your neck.

You tried to bite him, but he pulled back. If only you could wipe that stupid smirk off his face with a heart attack. Your quirk was the ability to clot blood after all. A handy trick if you found yourself injured, but even more so for killing once you learned how to properly control it. No one really batted an eye at an ischemic stroke due to the clotting of an artery to the brain. Well.. almost nobody..

“You have a very impressive ability,” the tall blond stated, “in all honesty we probably wouldn’t have caught on if we hadn’t watched you kill. You’ve induced countless of natural looking deaths, but upon closer inspection you target people whose crimes would have landed them in jail. Noble, but very misguided. You’re pretty reckless though, what if you had gotten hurt?”

“So fucking what if I did.” You kept your eyes glued to Present Mic as you responded, trusting him a lot less than the man behind you. His eyes narrowed dangerously at your snarky rebuttal.

“Language young lady, and that’s no way to talk! What would compel you to risk your life, why don’t you trust your hero’s more?”

You clenched your teeth in frustration but didn’t respond. You were done cooperating, not like you were doing much to begin with though.

The scrapping of a metal chair on concrete drew your gaze as Eraserhead stood up.

“Back up Zashi, I’ll take over from here. Toshinori you’re fine where you are.”

You couldn’t help but struggle a bit at his words. “What do you mean, what the hell are you going to do!? You insane or something? Just turn me in to the police!”

“You really don't pay attention do you. Hizashi already said you’re not going to the police. I don’t know what skeletons you have in your closet, or why you started killing people, but that will come out in due time. For now you don’t have to kill anymore. The three of us will take care of you, without the law sentencing you to life. We’ve been hunting you down for so long. We’ve been very patient, but right now you need us to help show you what you’ve been missing. Running around all by yourself, you must have been so lonely.” Eraserhead finished up his little spiel as he stalked forwards, looming over your sitting frame.

“Don’t fucking TOUC-gah!” You had been so focused on Eraserhead’s approach you hadn’t noticed Present Mic coming at you with a gag until it was too late.

“Yagi already asked you to watch that dirty mouth of yours, don’t worry though babe once you simmer down a bit we’ll take it out.”

“Ple-please Hizashi call me Toshinori we’ve been over this.”

You gave Eraserhead your best glare as he stopped in front of you. He smiled softly at your defiance before wedging his knee in between your legs and slamming his hands onto the couch, caging you in. Wait by show you what you were missing.. these hero's were going to..?

You tried to talk reason, but all that came out were muffled pleas. None of it coherent.

“We’ve been watching over you for 5 months now kitten. Trying to find the best way to approach you but in the end taking you somewhere safe seemed to be the only logical solution. While getting this house ready for your arrival we all started to feel as if you belonged here all along. I know it’s not fair, we’ve had so much longer to get to know you, but you’ll know us just as well soon enough.”

It was official. These pros had lost their damn minds. They actually figured out how to justify what they were about to do to you. Your promise to only kill criminals was really coming back to bite you on the ass.

You brought your legs up and tried to kick him off, but were quickly thwarted by two pairs of hands grabbing them and pinning you down.

“Now now sweetheart none of that, Shouta here is just going to show you our conviction. No one will ever hurt you again now that we are here. Now that I am here” The last part was mumbled more to himself than the group.

Something must have happened to these men to cause their hero complex to grow into something so twisted. But that was no fucking excuse for their actions. They needed therapy, not someone to play damsel in distress with.

Shouta lowered himself between your legs until he was kneeling on the floor in front of you. You tried to plead with your eyes, beg him to stop, but he met your gaze with something bordering love. That wasn’t good. Breaking eye contact he looked down at your underwear, bringing a hand up you held your breath as he gently brushed against your core.

“You can’t even begin to imagine how much I’ve dreamed of this moment. You truly are something special, and yet you treat your life with such little regard it’s maddening.” He trailed his knuckles against the thin fabric as he spoke, your traitorous body sparking heat in your lower abdomen in anticipation.

Pulling your underwear to the side he slowly began to slide his fingers up and down your progressively wetting folds.

“Well now, someone secretly enjoyin’ themselves baby,” Hizashi all but purred, his hand squeezing your flesh while his gaze was transfixed on where his partner was violating you. You couldn’t help but let out a pitiful whine. It was absolutely humiliating being spread out before these three men.

The noises your wet cunt were making were no help to your embarrassment, and they only got worse once the dark haired pro rid you of your last line of defense and began to insert two of his fingers.

“H-how does she feel?” Toshinori couldn’t help but ask. His face was flushed red, along with the tips of his ears as his vibrant blue eyes watched Shouta’s fingers slowly sink inside you.

“Tight, shit she’s tight. She’s perfect, so fucking wet for her hero's. I’ll work you open kitten don’t worry.” You couldn’t help but clamp down on his fingers at his words, earning a deep chuckle in response.

“See now, such a good girl aren’t you. Prison is no place for you kitten, though if you want we can always role-play your wardens.”

Role-play my ass we’re already living it, was all you could think bitterly.

As if he read your mind Shouta couldn’t help but continue to antagonize you, thumb beginning to make light circles against your clit as he pumped his fingers, adding a third and quickly burying them knuckle deep. Soft whimpers slipped from your mouth as you tried in vain to wiggle away from Eraserhead’s deft fingers.

Hizashi was getting impatient, removing one of his hands to grasp your breast through the t-shirt you had on. His slim fingers began to pinch and rub your nipple, though his eyes never left your cunt.

Toshinori was struggling in his own way. Raspy breaths with slight coughs as he grew more and more aroused. He too removed a hand from your leg, but instead made quick work of the zipper on his pants. Taking his semi hard cock in his hand he began gently stroke himself while watching your display.

You truly were everything they had ever wanted. But you didn’t want this, despite your bodies responses to their ministrations. You could feel it, Shouta seemed to know exactly where to stroke as he worked you up tighter and tighter, velvety walls clamping down at your approaching climax.

You found each man murmuring their own words of praise, anywhere from “That’s it baby girl, take all of Sho now,” to “Such a perfect princess, do you want to finish?” The man between your legs even adding to the mantra of soft words spoken to you. “So close kitten, see what good girls get. You’re going to cum for me okay?”

He posed it like a question but you knew it was far from it. It was a statement, a matter of fact statement that you couldn’t deny even if you had tried. Your back arched, moans and mewls intercepted but not completely blocked out by your gag as you rocked against his hand. He gladly continued to finger you, watching as you came down from your high and only then removed his hand.

You were panting hard, shame quickly washing away the pleasure from your orgasm. Sensing the shift in your demeanor Hizashi was quick to pounce, peppering your face in kisses despite your shifty protests and groans of despair. “None of that now babe, after all we’re just gettin’ this show started!”

Shouta stood and moved out from between your legs, licking some of your slick off his hand before he wiped the rest on his black pants leg. “You got lube Zashi?” Hizashi paused his attack and shot the dark haired pro a million dollar smile. “You bet our babes cute ass I got it! Lemme find it, hold her Toshi.”

Toshinori floundered a bit, cock in hand as Hizashi shoved you closer to him, before jumping up from the couch. Eyes trailing down to his hand you couldn’t help but freeze in shock. Not only was this man stupid tall, his dick was frighteningly large. The older hero noticed your stare and couldn’t help but chuckle a bit at your expression. “Don’t worry princess, Shouta and Hizashi are going to help you today. My sides acting up so I’ll only be watching.”

As if on cue the man was hit by a coughing fit, and much to your surprise he even coughed up some blood. Eraserhead was still looming over you, leaning over he gently rubbed the older blonds back as he tried to ease him through the pain. You didn’t dare move as all this transpired around you. What good would it have done you anyways? You were effectively quirkiness, and your fighting skills would be severely lacking against the two heroes you knew. You had no idea who this Toshinori guy was, but if he was close to Eraserhead and Present Mic you doubted he was weak.

You heard Hizashi rummaging behind you through a dresser you hadn’t noticed earlier. Craning your neck, you peered over and cried out in frustration.

“Tada!” He sung triumphantly, a small bottle of lube in his hand. “Act two can now officially begin!” You could only yell and wiggle about in protest, your arms still tied behind your back. Toshinori’s hand on your thigh moved to gently pat you on the head.

“Behave now for them okay? If you’re good we can show you the rest of our home after this.”

You jerked your head out from under his hand and yelled more incoherent nonsense out of frustration. You had expected anger to replace the adoring look in his eyes but you were only met with fond amusement.

He stood up with a hearty laugh, erection still in hand as he grabbed Shouta’s discarded chair, sitting down facing the couch. Shouta was quick to take Toshinori’s place on the couch while Hizashi took up residence behind you.

“I have a feelin’ this star ain’t a fan of the spotlight, no need to be camera shy babe.” You watched Shouta roll his eyes at his partner in crime before he began to manhandle you. Hands under your armpits he pulled you up and wrangled you onto your knees facing him on the couch.

Hizashi slid one knee between your legs so you couldn't close them. Your tied hands couldn’t help but brush up against his clothed hard on, causing him to rut against you a bit in anticipation.

Without warning he took a solid grip of your t-shirt and ripped it off. You squeaked in surprise, your face heating up as you realized you were the only person fully naked in the room.

“Was it really necessary to rip my shirt?”

“Sorry about that Toshi! Didn’t want to delay the show with takin’ off her bindings yah dig? You rip them a bunch anyways so what’s another to the pile? But ain’t this just so much better, our baby girl on full display it makes my heart swoon!”

“Just get her ready Hizashi, and no rushing it, you don’t want to hurt her.”

“Aight aight sorry I’ll get to work, you keep her happy.”

Both men moved closer, pressing your body between them. They had propped themselves up on their knees and had you effectively stuck. Shouta gently placed one hand around your neck, giving your collar a tug, while the other trailed down and began to gently work your still wet pussy.

You stared into his chest, trying your best to space out but jerked back to reality when you heard the pop of a lid behind you.

“Don’t worry babe I’ll get you ready, I’m somewhat of a pro yah know?”

That was when you felt his lubed finger gently prodding your other hole. You jolted forwards into Shouta who didn’t even budge in response to your full body weight. Hizashi simply shuffled closer, continuing to push until finally he breached you. You whimpered at the uncomfortable intrusion.

Shouta's fingers lazily worked your cunt as he rocked his erection against your lower abdomen. Despite the fact that you hated the feeling of his growing arousal you couldn’t help but lean into him to try and get away from Hizashi as he slipped another finger inside. Tears slowly rolled down your face in frustration as the two heroes prepared your body.

“There we go kitten, you’re doing so well. Just be patient alright and it won’t hurt so bad.” Shouta removed his hand from around your neck and placed it on your head, angling your gaze to the third member of the group you had almost forgotten while pulling you flush to his clothed chest so you couldn’t freely change your field of view.

Toshinori was leaned back in the metal folding chair, which looked comically small with him sitting on it. His eyes were clouded with lust as he stroked his thick cock. His own pre-cum and spit adding obscene noises to his ministrations. He gave you a lopsided smile as you made eye contact, causing you to quirky avert your gaze.

By this point Hizashi had worked three fingers knuckle deep into your tight hole, but coupled with Shouta’s work the line between uncomfortable and pleasurable began to mix together. A breathless moan escaped you as the two pros finally got their desired reaction.

“She’s as good as she’s gonna get Sho, let’s say you and me start the finale I can’t take feelin’ her tight lil hole clamping down on my fingers any longer. Not when I got somethin’ much better for her.”

Your tears flowed a bit faster at your impending fate. This was fucking insane! You might have been a murderer, but you weren't expected to be a good person unlike these men. These heroes who were now violating you.

Since Shouta was in black sweatpants he merely leaned back a bit and pulled them down, cock springing free. He had a solid girth to him, red tip dripping pre down his shaft to his unruly black pubic hair. You heard a zipper behind you as the blond freed himself, though due to being squashed between the two you had no idea what to prepare for.

Hizashi hummed in contemplation at your tied hands, currently in the way of his objective. “Bonds might have to go Sho, you get her hands?” The sleepy hero merely nodded grasping your wrists as Hizashi swiftly untied them.

“Ready now primadonna?”

“Ha ha you’re soo funny Sho... but yes, shit, I’m fucking ready.”

You kept quiet this time, head pressed against Shouta’s chest as you listened to his rapidly beating heart. You gave one last pleading look to the lean blond watching intently from the sideline, but all he did was shrug his shoulders with a small smile on his face.

“You’re going to do great princess don’t worry.”

You felt the tips of each man at their respective entrance, Shouta's teasing your soaking cunt while Hizashi lightly probed your lubed ass. You closed your eyes and accepted defeat. They gently began to rut their hips, cocks sinking deeper with each thrust. You felt uncomfortably full as they breached you.

“Oh fuck oh fuck I can feel you through her.” The blond quickly grabbed your breasts, tweaking your nipples like he had earlier.

“Easy does it kitten, we got you,” Shouta groaned out.

You weren’t a fan of Hizashi behind you, rocking forward into Shouta as they continued to fuck into you. He squeezed down on your wrists in warning, hot breath fanning the top of your head. It didn’t take much longer before they both had finally bottomed out. You groaned in distress while they groaned in bliss.

“I’ve got her wrists you help her out alright, and take it easy.”

“Sheesh I heard yah the first time, I’ll help our lil girl out.”

Hizashi snaked a hand in between you and Shouta, finding your clit.

They both continued fucking into you, Hizashi matching Shouta’s pace as they stimulated your body. You were angry, humiliated, and yet somehow you were so turned on it was embarrassing. You should be thrashing about, snarling into your gag, but instead all you could do was rock your body to their salacious tempo.

Peeking your eyes open at a particularly hard thrust from Hizashi you saw Toshinori on the edge of the chair. You could just barely make out his raspy breaths and small moans over Shouta and Hizashi’s groaning. His brilliant blue eyes bore into your own. One of his hands worked his long shaft while the other was death gripping his clothed thigh. It almost looked as if steam was pouring off of him. Was he always that muscular?

You didn’t have long to contemplate Toshinori though, with a pinch to your clit Hizashi made sure to regain your attention. He had picked up his pace, throwing Shouta a bit off balance. He leaned down sucking and biting at your neck while rolling your perky nipple. Shouta felt your velvety walls clamp down around his cock, picking up his tempo to match Hizashi’s.

By now you were a mess. Traitorous moans fumbling from your mouth as the two heroes played your body. They had picked up an alternating tempo, never leaving you without a cock inside your body. The pleasure had you throwing your head back, leaving your neck exposed and making room for Shouta to join Hizashi in leaving little claiming bites all along your delicate skin.

“She’s getting close Hizashi, we’re gonna fuck her through it alright?”

The blond pro behind you only moaned out something that sounded vaguely affirmative, eager to feel your tight walls clamp down on him.

You were beyond fighting them, on the brink of orgasm all it took was one pointed thrust from Shouta to have you crumbling apart. You pushed back into Hizashi’s chest, his t-shirt sticking to your sweat soaked skin as you clamped down on both of them. Hizashi moaned into your neck, his quirk picking up a bit as he lost his composure. Shouta had released your hands, ripping off your gag so he could grab your face and crash his mouth to yours, swallowing your moans as your newly freed hands grabbed fist fulls of his shirt to stabilize yourself.

As stated they continued fucking into you, dragging out your orgasm as your walls spasmed around them. Shouta’s tongue delved into your mouth, his own deep moans rumbling into you.

“Go-gonna fuckin’ cum Sho, n- not much longer.”

In response Eraserhead reached behind you, grabbing a fist full of the blonds hair and giving it a firm tug which was enough to push him over the edge.

“Sh-shit,” he wheezed, hips stilling as his cum filled your sore ass. “You fu- you fucking dirty cheater makin’ me finish first like that.” In kind Hizashi grabbed some of Shouta’s hair, pulling his mouth away from yours and up to his own.

“Go ahead and cum in her Sho you know you want to,” Hizashi taunted between kisses. The familiar sound of metal against concrete drew your gaze as the all too familiar symbol of peace stood at his full height. Holy fucking shit it was All Might.

The two pros ignored his approach, Shouta’s hips becoming a bit more deranged as he fucked into you. All Might reached in between the two and gripped your lower jaw, dazzling smile almost blinding you.

“Be a good girl now and open for me, you don’t have to swallow it all but I’d appreciate the effort.” He didn’t leave you with much of a choice finding it impossible to close your mouth with his grip, which at this point was very sore from the gag. The tip of his large member gently brushed against your lips as he shuttered at the feeling of your soft flesh.

By this point Shouta was thrusting aggressively against your battered cervix, mouth locked with Hizahi’s as he finally reached his own release. His hips stuttered as warmth filled your cunt.

Now all that was left was All Might. Your jaw strained to accommodate him, but he seemed to be more than aware of your limitations. He simply pushed the tip in, one hand stroking his shaft while the other gently pet your head.

“So pretty,” he cooed down at you. “Just like that princess, I’m gonna cum now okay?”

You simply kept your mouth open, tongue flat against the underside of his still cock as his cum filled your mouth. The bitter taste made you sputter, cum running down your chin as more took its place. After a couple more spurts he gently pulled away, some of the bitter substance sliding down your throat while the majority ended up down your chin and onto the couch below.

All four of you were panting, frozen in time until finally All Might disappeared in a large cloud of smoke. The man you had originally believed to be some unknown hero named Toshinori now stood in his place, shyly looking down at you.

“I guess that’s one way to show her huh big guy.” Hizashi jested.

“I-I know probably not the most ideal but I couldn’t help myself,” he murmured a bit embarrassed.

Hizashi and Shouta pulled out, their cum immediately running down your legs causing you to cringe a bit at the sensation.

“You guys.. fucking suck.” was all you could think of at the moment. You waited for the rage, for them to berate or attack you, but instead all that met you was a chorus of soft chuckles.

“Figured you wouldn’t be easy to convince kitten, but don’t worry. Between the three of us you’ll come around.”

These three men must have some thick fucking skulls to dismiss you so casually, that or their obsession was a lot deeper than you could even begin to comprehend.

“Some fucking heroes you are,” you grumbled lowly.

“Some fuckin’ heroes we are indeed cutie! HAH get it? Cause we just fucked yah?” Hizashi laughed at his own joke while Toshinori and Shouta groaned.

“Alright don’t make me gag you next, let’s just get everybody upstairs and clean up. We’ll do the house tour later kitten, for now we’ll just show you to your room.”

#tw: noncon #yandere toshinori yagi #yandere aizawa #yandere hizashi yamada #yandere all might #yandere eraserhead #yandere present mic #yandere my hero academia #yandere x reader #aizawa x reader #yandere erasermic #erasermic x reader #yamada hizashi x reader #toshinori x reader

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royal-ruin · 2 years

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mha/bnha fic recs (part 4)

mha/bnha fic recs part 1, part 2, and part 3 personal favorites are starred, by the way. everything is complete unless stated otherwise.

shinsou-centric platonic fics because i’m obsessed. i have a ton more shinsou-centric romantic fics in my drafts right now, but long fic rec lists are going to be the death of me, so i’m going to be trying shorter ones now.

family / platonic shinsou hitoshi-centric (mostly, anyway)

A Guide to Getting Your Teacher a Date by deafmic (~26k)

1-A decides to throw a holiday party and try to set their Aizawa up with Present Mic. Shinsou Hitoshi ends up orchestrating most of it while spending his first holiday with his new family and stumbling through the motions of new holiday traditions.

shinsou in class 1-A

I'll Speak Your Mind For You by Scarlet_Nin (~5k)

[“You wouldn’t want your son to miss his bedtime, would you?” Hitoshi asks, unfazed.

“That’s none of your concern,” Endeavor spits out and the threads that were fading are dangling in front of Shinsou’s mind, brushing against his fingertips and becoming more solid. Easy within reach.

All he needs is to pull now.

“It kinda is,” Hitoshi says, flatly. His heart is pounding away in his chest, beating furiously against his ribcage like it can break through and fly away like a bird. His blood is rushing in his ears, heated and slurpy from the fire that steadily rises. “Considering you ruined my plausible deniability by shouting your son and me deaf in rage.”

Todoroki’s mouth drops a little open and the reaction would be hilarious on any other day. Normally, Hitoshi would smirk, smug over getting the drop on someone so collected and stoic with his words, but Endeavor’s face twists in outrage, his grip tightens.

And Todoroki winces.]

bamf!shinsou, shinsou in class 1-A

and i'm nothing like you by aloneintherain (~9k)

Of all the people to have been kidnapped alongside, it had to be this person, this hero, the one person who would never blame him for the things he was forced to do.

[“Don’t cry,” Midoriya says.

“Fuck you,” Hitoshi chokes out.]

(When Shinsou goes grocery shopping a few weeks after transferring to Class 2A, Midoriya tags along. Because he is, for some reason, determined to be Shinsou’s friend.

Shinsou remains cold and withdrawn in the face of Midoriya’s friendliness—until they’re kidnapped by a woman with a brainwashing quirk who believes Shinsou doesn’t belong in the hero course.)

angst, kidnapping

How to Win the Sports Festival: A Step by Step Guide by mhwright (~15k)

Short re-imagining of the Sports Festival Arc if Shinso had planned a little better and worked a little harder to win the Sports Festival and if the match-ups had been slightly different. Self-indulgent fic of watching him succeed.

The fic is the title, folks. Shinso Wins the Sports Festival.

not all heroes wear capes by garbageman87 (~4k)

Shouta often hears Hitoshi humming the same melancholic tune. His voice isn't perfect, it still cracks and strains in places, but his voice is beautiful. He only wishes he knew what the song was about.

Then, one night, he and Hizashi find out.

aizawa-yamada fam w/ shinsou.

you should be scared of me by moxie_girl (~8k)

In a world where Midorya Izuku is not blessed with Anime Protagonist Powers™, Shinsou Hitoshi is determined to win the U.A. Sports Festival.

give me everything you have (and then some) by laurenshappenstobemyhusband (~7k)

["Midoriya, which one of these guys do you think you want to manage?" the girl next to him asks. "I think the shadow quirk bird boy looks pretty powerful. I'll try and nab him after this."

Midoriya agrees, but his eyes are drawn to a different boy. The one with the mind quirk that can control anyone. The one that lost on a fluke. The one who everyone else already thinks of as a villain to be.

"I think I'll go for that one," he says, pointing to the purple haired boy. "He looks like he can be something great."]

Just Need a Little Dose of Help by LittleLeeeLoo (~7k)

Shinsou just wanted to get some sleep meds from the store. He didn’t expect to run into a villain. He didn’t expect to be cared for. He didn’t expect it to change his life.

dabi and shinsou (platonic, obviously) with dabi being a good big brother.

two for one special by WriteThroughTheNight (~16k)

[“About that… does the hospital have a copy machine?” Hitoshi chooses that moment to peak over Shouta’s shoulder, undoubtedly giving Tsukauchi a full view of his bloodied face. Unintentionally, he also gives Shouta the perfect opportunity to watch shock, understanding, and sheer resignation flash through the detective’s eyes.

“You’re not telling me that you found another child on the way to the hospital with the first one,” Tsukauchi says.

“I did not find another child on the way to the hospital with the first one,” Shouta lies.]

OR A story of two rooftops, two kids, and one extremely long night.

more aizawa-centric, but it’s fine.

mysterious as the dark side of the moon by mcsparky (angelbolt) (~3k)

“I wasn’t attacking you then,” he responded, cracking his neck from side to side like he always did when they restarted. Aizawa moved his feet back into stance. “I noticed this time when you gave me that look you do when I do something wrong.”

Aizawa blinked. He knew exactly the angle the kid was playing at, but it didn’t stop him from being the least bit curious. He narrowed his eyes, “What look?”

Shinsou shrugged but there was an edge to his mouth that Aizawa had come to recognize as a smirk, “Eh. Already forgot it. Guess I’ll tell you next time,” he matched Aizawa’s stance, “though there won’t be one.”

aizawa continues training shinsou

there’s a very tiny bit of background shinkami, but this one’s more focused on shinsou and aizawa’s relationship.

#my hero academia #my hero academia fic recs #boku no hero academia #shinsou hitoshi #mha shinsou #shinsou centric #aizawa and shinsou #shinsou and aizawa

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loulikesyansim · 3 years

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Yandere Kun x Taro

this ones dark

CW: Murder, Death, One-sided/Unhealthy crushes.

(Also, this is my first fic to break 1k words and I half planned out a pt. 2!)

Taro forgot his book. It wouldn’t be a problem in most places, but in a school with no phones allowed and for a person whose main source of entertainment was reading, this was a severe disruption in his schedule. So now he was wandering around outside of the gardening club, trying to distract himself from his boredom and everything else that could be going wrong - that was going wrong - in his life right now. Clearly, this wasn’t working because the first thing he noticed was the poster on the wall. A picture of Kizana Sunobu, reading Memorial Service: Gymnasium, 16:30. A perfect reminder of everything terrible happening around him. He walked away from it, and his brain whirred trying to find a new topic - something else, anything else - to think about.

It eventually landed on the only other new development in his life - a new friend. Oka Ruto, leader of the occult club. He ignored her for most of his time there. She was shy and kept to herself, so he had no real reason to. But earlier that week she approached him in the plaza and asked him for recommendations on mystery books, and he gave them. They’d kept talking after that, and he learned that she was a really sweet girl under the shy persona.

He really knew he shouldn’t. Not with what was happening now. The whispers in the hallways, ‘I bet Yamada did it, he knew all of them.’ ‘It’s always the quiet kid.’, it was all lies. Osana was his best friend, Amai was the sweetest girl in school, and Kizana - well, Kizana wasn’t the best - but he really needed a friend then. Hell, he still did. Luckily, most people believed they were all badly timed accidents. Hair caught in a fan, poisoned food, sandbag falling on a stage - it could all be played off. He just hoped nothing happened with anyone else, or the rumors would spread like wildfire.

Taro was knocked out of his thoughts by another student exiting the gardening club area. He was walking quickly, clearly not paying attention to his surroundings. He held a large blue bucket filled with who-knows-what. Not too weird, it was cleaning time after all. But why would he need a bucket in the grass?

Upon noticing Taro, the other boy’s feet stuttered under him. He immediately seemed somewhat… embarrassed? Or shy? But before Taro could think more, the boy’s feet flew out from under him and he - and his overlarge bucket - went catapulting in Taro’s direction.

Taro tried to back away in time but he wasn’t fast enough. He looked down, sensations not hitting him just yet, expecting to be soaked to the bone with water and suds. That was the reasonable answer, but he instead saw bright red covering his black uniform jacket. He looked up at the kid, still shocked from… everything that had just happened. He looked down at himself again, then back at the kid. He seemed terrified of him, glancing back and forth, trying to force words from his mouth. He also looked incredibly suspicious, with a guilty, ‘I could not regret this more if I tried,’ look on his face.

“Was that… blood?”

He stuttered for a moment, seeming almost incapable of speaking. “I’m in the art club, it’s just red paint, I promise,” he said defensively.

Okay, he was definitely creeped out now. The liquid looked and smelled like blood, and he’d never seen this kid in the art club. Besides who would fill a giant bucket with red paint? And who would bring it outside of all places? And hadn’t he been coming from the gardening club? They had just finished re-painting their shed, and everything else had been done over the summer.

But there were too many questions and too little time. He saw the gym teacher approaching around the corner and realized his opportunity. But did he take it? He really should, but what if this was a terrible mistake, what if he was blamed for this? He looked back and forth between the two and with a split second left made a decision.

“Taisho-sensei! I - he - blood!” he said desperately.

She jogged over and looked them both over before furrowing her brow. “Aishi is an art club member. It’s just paint, yes?” she said, looking at the kid - Aishi - for approval.

He nodded quickly, “Yes, and I told him that. He didn’t believe me.” Oh hell no. Aishi did not just blatantly lie to this teacher. Well - it wasn’t really a lie - he had said that. Taro had every reason to believe that he had just been doused in blood, and now he looked like the bad guy. It was sneaky - the exact kind of manipulation he could expect from someone who kept buckets of blood lying around.

“Yamada, go change in the locker room. Aishi, clean the rest of this up.”

“Of course,” Aishi said, giving a light smirk as soon as she looked away.

“But he-”

“Both of you, be more careful not to spill next time,” she interrupted.

“I - alright.”

Taro scurried off to the locker room, trying to put together the pieces. He shoved the bloody clothes into his locker, he could clean them another time, now he just needed to think. Even after a long shower and the walk to the gate, he just couldn’t shake the feeling that something was terribly, terribly wrong.

Late the next night, Taro was still reeling from the event when he got an alert on his phone. He shook the bright screen light out of his eyes and clicked on it.

New-Age Akademi Massacre Continues

Oka Ruto of Akademi High has been proclaimed missing. She is presumed to be dead, but no body has been found.

Taro collapsed back onto his bed, shaking like a leaf. He tried to steady his breathing and practically threw his phone down onto his bed. This couldn’t be happening. This shouldn’t be happening, he shouldn’t have let this happen. If he said more to the gym teacher, tried to get him to the guidance counselor, he knew, he knew. Just maybe then this could stop, he knew. But there was nothing he could do with his knowledge at this point. She was already dead, and he was already gone.

#TW: Murder #TW: Death #TW: Yandere #ayato aishi #yandere kun #taro yamada #taro x ayato #yansim #fanfic

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kanene-yaaay · 3 years

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5+1 [Part 3]

5 times Iida was tickled and the one time he wasn’t.

[PART ONE]

[PART TWO]

Kanene’s note: Heyaaa! Okay, I just want you to know that I am WEAK for b-day tickles ! It's just so cute and :'3 *whispering softly* truly precious. Oh, Tenya is 12 years old now! Y a y

Warnings, fun facts, random things and stuff:

* This characters don’t belongs to me! They all belong to the anime/manga Boku no Hero.

* This is a SFW tickle fanfic with family tickles, so, if you don’t appreciate this kind of content, please, look for another blog. There are a plenty of very greeat arts in this site!! ^w^)b

* This is Lee!Tenya with Ler!Hizashi + Ler!Aizawa with brief Ler!Tensei and Lee!Aizawa. All relationships are platonic. Around 1.800 words.

* Sorry for any spelling, pontuation and grammar mistakes! Any and every advice is very very welcome! \(-w-)/

* Allow yourself to have a slow day. Don’t forget to drink water, sleep and eat! <33

[~*~]

Iida drank a second cup of his special orange juice - used only on commemorative days and events - thoughtfully. His birthday party would be late in the evening and, since his family wanted to make it a surprise, he would spend the whole day hanging out with his brother, Aizawa-san and Hizashi-san until all the preparations would be complete. He, of course, offered himself to help with all the decorations, but his parents were firm on their decision and Tenya would be lying if he said he wasn’t excited to have some quality time with his brother and the other two heroes. Their work usually demanded a lot of their time.

Still locked on his thoughts, as the doorbell rang, the teenager opened the door without a second thought in a polite stance, being rudely pulled out of his own mind as he stared at Aizawa and Hizashi, both with dangerous smirks that suddenly filled Iida with clear memories of a tradition Tensei started on the boy’s birthday and his ‘uncles’ (Tenya one day protested at the nickname, pointing it didn’t make sense call them like that because they aren’t blood related. However, his parents explained that this was just a way to express fondness and closeness for someone you care about. The younger one began to call them uncles with more frequency, except on social gatherings) caught on it as well.

“Hello! ~” Hizashi chipped, making goosebumps run down his spine as Iida closed the door on their face, internally wincing at the clear disrespectful act, however valuing much more his safety than being a polite host.

(But, actually, he wasn’t truly anxious about it. They were always nice and kind with him, making him smile and enjoy himself, even when he wasn’t the perfect model he struggled to be.)

Tensei’s head peaked from the second living room’s hall as he dashed at full speed across it, accompanying his baby bro with ease and drops of confusion. “Who was it at the door?”

“Uncles!” Tenya frowned in concentration as he turned the corner, lowering his speed enough to not go face first on the wall, cheeks slightly red and sputtering starting to become present on his tune. “They are going to do that hideous tr-tradition you started when I was a kid!” And Iida Tenya, future hero from a whole noble ancestry of skilled heroes, definitely did NOT pout at his brother’s carefree laughter.

“Oh, yeah! I forgot about that! It’s so polite of them to help me to remember, don’t you think?”

“No!! It’s not polite! High level heroes like you shouldn’t be committing such embarrassing, hideous act in the first place, even less repeating it yearly!!”

“Aww, you’re repeating your words. You’re excited, aren’t you?” Tensei smiled, knowing his brother enough to notice that gleam in his eyes and the lack of a real protest in his words. He ignored the squeaked ‘NO!’ thrown at him and smiled even wider, doing a fast maneuver that put his body between his brother and the door, hugging him on his chest with a ‘oof’ when they inevitably collided. “You know what? Since they’re being so nice with us, I think we should repay their kindness, right?” Tensei grinned when he heard the footsteps coming closer, shouting “HEY, GUYS! BIRTHDAY BOY IS HERE!”

“Tensei!!” But he was already smiling, squirming excitedly on his brother’s hold, especially when a loud, happy ‘YEAHHH!’ boomed through the house. “No, no!! This is betrayal! Deception! Dishonesty! Trickery! Treason!!!”

“Now you’re just reciting the dictionary.” Ingenium laughed, no hint of regret on his voice, distractedly nodding at his friends when they appeared at the door. “Look,” he whispered, conspiratorially, “I will need you to distract them until Shouta lowers his guard so I can sneak upon him. Hizashi would never pass up an opportunity to tickle him too, so you will be safe to run and get something useful for us to bribe them with, ok?” The younger gasped, quickly nodding. “Right. So, are you ready for your part of the plan, sidekick?”

“YES!” Iida chomped the air, voice louder than he originally intended, but his squeal even louder as the other Iida squeezed his side before any hint of what they were talking about could be noticed by the two guests, who now were now much closer, I might say.

“Now, now. It seems like a little listener here is excited for his so desired birthday tickles!!” Hizashi wiggled his fingers in his direction, meaneancily. “Oh! They grow up so fast! It feels like it was yesterday we would be playing heroes, and I, the most incredible villain LoudChaos would be defeated by Ingenium Junior and his vicious attacks of kicking his pillows at me!!” The blond pinched his cheek playfully, watching as the groan of his nephew dissolved in a determined look a few seconds later, energetic gestures following him.

“You will never be able to crack me, villains. Not even with embarrassing memories from my childhood!”

“I don’t know, I think those times when we had to buy at least three copies of your favorite plushie because otherwise you wouldn’t let us wash the original was pretty- ack! Hey, hey!” Tensei snickered as he tried to dodge from Tenya’s warning kicks, “I was kidding! I was kidding!”

“Want me to hold him?” Aizawa asked nonchalantly, a small quirk of his mouth showing his amusement about the whole situation. At Tensei's affirmative nod he held the younger’s arms above his head, briefly messing with his neat combed hair before smirking. “Congrats for being twelve years next to death, brat.”

Tenya deadpanned at him.

“Ooh, right, twelve!!” Hizashi’s fingers were teasingly getting closer, slowly and then even slowlier, almost touching a spot before pretending to launch at others, resulting in kicks and muffled shrieks from the younger one. “You know what that means, right, Shou?”

“Yes. We will have to tickle him for twelve entire years.”

“Aw, such a pity.”

“No! Lies! That is incorrect!”

“Is that so, not-so-little listener? What should we do then?”

“According to your rather silly and foolery tradition you should tickle me for twelve entire minutes. One minute for each year.”

Aizawa and Yamada shared a look, Tensei holding his chuckles and tears in the background. His brother was just way too much precious.

“We should what?” Shouta questioned with a voice completely devoid of emotion, maybe that is why Tenya felt the answer slip away from his lips easily even before he could register the potential trap.

“Tickle me!”

“Well,” Hizashi attacked, skilled fingers tickling and tickling and tickling every spot they could research. “If you insist.”

There were fingers dancing on his ribs and poking his stomach as a maddening prodding began to be delivered on his sides and even a squeeze found its way to his knee. A much more lazy, almost unbearably light touch drew shapes on his neck, scribbling lightly and softly to his ears and then all the way back to his collarbone, going from one side to another, over and over again.

“Coothie coothie coo, little listener!!” His loud laughter, intertwined with squeaks, yelps and guffaws due the mix between all the soft and energetic tickles, almost made the teasing disappear. Key word: Almost. “Have a tickle, tickle here!” He shook his head, trying to dislodge the fingers on his neck. “And tickle, tickle, tickle there!” Spidering on his shoulder blades made him squirm more. “Have all the tickles, tickly tickles everywhere!!”

“YOHOHOHOU WILL NOT DEFEHEHEAT ME!” Tenya’s smile was almost taking over his entire face, chuckles and giggles spilling freely from him. Yet, - he decided, - he has an important part of the plan and would not lose easily! That was the only reason why he continued firm on his position, figuratively laughing his head out, and definitely not because of how their attention and silliness made him feel happy, safe and loved.

“Of course not.” Shouta paused for a few pieces of seconds, checking his phone. “You still have five minutes left. I am sure you will agree to a defeat, eventually.”

“Nehehever!” Iida did his best to shout, quick, airy snickers floating in the air when Yamada decided to give him a break, leaving only Shouta’s torment to keep the other smiling.

“Hey, hey, hey, little listener!” Tenya knew this tune. He knew that when Uncle Hizashi used that he was planning something. His smile became wobblier and he refused to open his eyes. “Come on, don’t let me hang on here! Look at me, pleaaase?”

The boy just shook his head, eyes still firmly closed.

“Shoouuu, he doesn’t want to see the big, great, amazing surprise I have for him! That is not fair.”

“He is smart. It’s not his fault for your lack of charisma.”

“Gaaasp! You wound me! Friendship ended with Ereaserhead, now my new best friend is Tensei!”

A pause.

“Buuuut, the vacancy is still open if maybe, just maaaybe,” A wiggly finger tickled under his chin, a snort flew in the air, “a clever teenager with a cute laughter and blue hair decides to open his eyes…”

“Yohohou will not crahack me!”

“Please,” Poke, “Please, please, pleasepleaseplease!” Poke, poke, pokepokepoke-

“Stop!” And then he finally opened his eyes, finding a very smiley Hizashi in front of him, making a silly face. He half groaned and half giggled, the former action only due Aizawa’s tickles, of course.

“Aw, you didn’t find it funny?” The blonde crossed his arms, pretending to think about his next move. “Donut worry, then! I know something that will make you laugh!!”

And then, in a blink of an eye, he blew a gigantic raspberry on his tummy.

In the exact moment Tenya’s loud, uncontrollable, squeaky belly laughter exploded, Aizawa let go of his arms, a surprised, sharp snorts coming out as Tensei hugged him from behind, his hands being quick to attack his unprotect armpits, low muffled squeals and rumbling chuckles beginning to float in the air.

Tenya fell on his knees, hugging his stomach and tittering non stop as Yamada tenderly ruffled his hair, giving the boy’s cheeks another gentle pinch before getting his attention captured by his best friend’s tickled laughter, his wicked grin making another appearance.

“Is it already Tickle Shouta hours??” He cracked and wiggled his fingers, making a whole show of getting prepared, crackling in delight as the black haired adult laughed harder at the silliness, laying completely limp on Ingenium’s embrace, face starting to be colored by a light red, legs kicking and a hand hiding his mouth, even if the corner of his smile was still clearly visible.

And, as Iida laid on the cold floor, rarefied giggles escaping from time to time, as new laughter and teases filled the room, he thought that he actually didn’t mind that much that such foolery, silly tradition had wormed its way in their family.

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damnzawa · 4 years

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FIVE TIMES — A. SHOUTA

Summary : Five times the staff of U.A. and Class 1-A tried to get the two of you together but then realized you were together all along.

Warning(s): Immense fluff! Also tiny-weeny bit of smut.

The First Time: The time 1-A started shipping the two of you together

"Today we will be joining by the pro-hero H/n to help you learn more about tactics and planning." Aizawa stated in his usual monotone voice as he motioned for you to go in. You walked to the podium with a smile as you saw the faces of the students of 1-A upon hearing and seeing that you were here. It amazed you that Aizawa didn't even expel someone this year, they must be one hell of a bunch if that's the case. "You can ask her any questions within reason. Be quick." Rolling your eyes at Aizawa, you placed a hand on your hip as you looked at him.

"At least act like you're glad to work with me, Eraserhead." You pouted. "Anyways, I'm the pro-hero H/n! My name is L/n Y/n and I look forward to working with you guys! Especially since you're like the only class he hadn't expelled anyone." You snickered at the end, eyeing Aizawa from the corner of your eye. His left eye twitched as he shot you a glare which was a signal that you should just fucking continue.

"Any questions?" As soon as the words left your mouth almost all of the hands of the students shot up. You gladly answered all the questions they have for you like: what's your quirk, does it have drawbacks, what's it like to work with all might and yadda yadda yadda. For the last question, you pointed to a girl with pink skin and horns coming out of her head.

"Are you single?" If you were new to the hero scene, you would have certainly be flustered as hell but fortunately, you had been asked this question tons of times especially since you are a female hero. You nodded your head as Aizawa scolded Ashido—that was her last name—telling her that it was your personal business and that she shouldn't be nosy on other people's lives. You waved dismissively at Aizawa and told the class that you were used to questions like that so it doesn't bother you anymore that much.

"Well, okay then!" You clapped. "Get into your hero costumes and we'll be waiting for you on the training grounds!" You smiled as you ushered Aizawa outside the room, 1-A curiously staring at the way the two of you interact.

Their teacher doesn't seem to react like he usually does around you, he was even going with the flow of your antics, he even flicked your forehead at one point with a smirk! And what the fuck—was that a small smile, they saw? They were clearly confused about how the fuck did you have that kind of effect on him. Even Present Mic wouldn't get that reaction from him so what made you any different?

"Ms. L/n and Mr. Aizawa looks cute together." And with those words that came from Uraraka's mouth, 1-A's surprised looks—not all of them were surprised nor spared a glance at their teachers interacting—were replaced with knowing ones as they looked at each other clearly knowing what to do.

"I oppose to this, as Mr. Aizawa said—" But even with Iida scolding them they just continued with their plan anyway. Surprisingly Yaoyaorozu even put opinions on the plan with Todoroki nodding every once in a while, agreeing with her.

"Hurry up, future heroes! We don't have all day!" You exclaimed as you noticed that they were still in the room making Aizawa sigh. The students fastened their pace as they went to the changing rooms, after quickly agreeing to the plan.

"Hey Ms. L/n. Mr. Aizawa is super manly right?" Kirishima suddenly said to you once Aizawa took on the students as the 'villain' for the training they had for today. You looked over to Aizawa and immediately agreed with Kirishima. Not only manly with his looks, Aizawa was also manly when it comes to his personality. He was selfless, kind and passionate about what he was doing. He was so goddamn manly alright.

You hummed in agreement as your attention went from Aizawa to Kirishima who had a strange look on his face. "It's a shame though. Someone manly as Mr. Aizawa is single." You raised a brow at his statement. What was he implying?

"I'm sure Shouta will find love when we wants to. Though i'm sure the day he wants to find love is the day he wants to die." You giggled at your statement as Kirishima mentally face-palmed. Did you not get what he meant by that? For a hero, that went over your head quickly which surprised him.

"Maybe Mr. Aizawa needs someone to show him love if that's the case then." You smiled at the statement, clearly sensing the concern his student has for his teacher. Although he was pushing this topic, you didn't mind. He was true, Aizawa needs someone to show his hard ass some fucking love every once in a while.

"I'm sure he'll find that someone soon enough. Though i'm under the impression that he'll end up with Present Mic." Kirishima couldn't help but laugh at your statement. It was quite true though, at first the whole class 1-A thought that Aizawa was hella gay for Yamada. His laugh caught the eye of Aizawa who just shot you a look of disapproval, to which you just shrugged.

Kirishima excused himself from the heroine then walked towards his friends as he shook his head. The group frowned at the signal and just waited for their turn to take on Mr. Aizawa.

The Second Time: Yamada and Nemuri's great plan

"You should really take care of yourself Shouta." You nagged, Shouta just grunting and groaning at your nagging. "Don't grunt at me mister, you can't live on jelly packs forever!"

The duo watched as the of you bickered back and forth about you being a hypocrite as you were living on coffee all the fucking time and you defending yourself from him everytime. If a stranger came in through the door they would've guessed that the two of you are an old married couple fighting over each other's well being.

"Can you two fucking stop and just fuck already? The tension around you is very fucking high." Kayama intervened making the two of them abruptly stop. Aizawa shot Kayama a death glare while you blushed, quickly looking away so that they would not notice it but it was too late though, Hizashi saw and smirked.

Though Kayama used the wrong choice of words, there was indeed a tension around the two of you that they couldn't exactly pinpoint. They were tired of the said tension and just want their otp to be together forever and ever.

"Shut up, Nemuri. We're just friends! Friends that are looking out for each other!" You defended yourself earning an 'are-you-fucking-kidding-me' look from both Hizashi and Kayama. Are you that fucking dense? With you they never know.

"Yeah, yeah and i'm not loud all the fucking time. Sure Y/n." Hizashi stated earning a deadpanned look from Aizawa who decided not to say something because he knows this conversation will just get longer if he did and he wasn't exactly in the mood for that.

"Again, shut up the both of you." You groaned as you retreated back to your desk that was just beside Toshinori's who shot you a knowing look which you just dismissed. Of course Toshinori just had to look at you like that. He knows something they clearly don't and knows that someday you will have to tell them and you didn't want that someday to be today so you just plastered on a look that says 'No-Toshinori-Just-Shut-Up' which made him focus on his computer.

Kayama and Hizashi glanced at each other before walking towards you. You already know they had something planned when they approached you, their faces filled with mischief.

"... What do you want now?" You sighed through your nose. "Well, we were planning to go out for drinks later. Want to come? Shouta will come too, right Shouta?"

"No." Aizawa declined quickly upon hearing their preposition. Aizawa even though declining knew that Kayama and Hizashi wasn't gonna let him slide away that quickly. Just the thought of drunk Hizashi and Kayama made his head hurt.

"See? Shouta is coming! So what do you say?" Seeing as there was no way you were gonna avoid this, you just nodded and told them to go away quickly returning to your work. You really don't want to go but it was Hizashi and Kayama we're talking about.

"Hey! Hey! Hey! We're gonna have some fun later!"

—

"What happened to 'Hey! Hey! Hey! We're gonna have some fun later?'" You mocked Hizashi as you stood outside the restaurant with Aizawa waiting for the two that had just announced that they couldn't make it because of something with the school—which was obviously a fucking lie.

Aizawa—who was clearly not in a good mood—grunted and left without a word, leaving you there on the side walk alone. If he had been in a good mood he would've invited you inside to eat together and maybe even chuckle at your poor attempt at mocking Hizashi's voice but no that wasn't the case and instead he left you there with a fucking frown on your face. What a fucking gentleman, Aizawa is.

"He's so grumpy especially when he got no sleep." You pouted, taking your phone out and quickly plugging it into your headphones. "What an old man. He didn't even say goodbye nor walk me home." You mumbled as you started walking to the direction of your home after pressing on your go to playlist.

As 'The Ballad of Mona Lisa' by Panic! at the Disco came on, you smiled. This was a playlist that you made back for your 'emo phase' which Aizawa surprisingly liked. You weren't surprised though as he looked emo 24/7.

From behind the bushes on the other side of the road, the pair watched what happened and groaned. "'This will definitely work out' you said. Look genius, did it work out? No."

"It wasn't my fault they didn't take the bait! Don't blame me all for it Nemuri! Blame them too for being so fucking oblivious to their own fucking feelings!" And with that they continued to bicker like siblings, earning the attention of passersby. They didn't care though—when did they really care?

"Midnight? Present Mic? What are you doing over here?" Their bickering caught the attention of Iida, Midoriya and Uraraka as they walked to the station, clearly they weren't surprised that they were so fucking loud in the middle of the street because that's Present Mic and Midnight for you but they were confused as to why they were squabbling behind the bushes. Bushes, of all places.

"Nothing! We weren't spying or anything! Hehe..." Hizashi 'defended' making it look more obvious than it really is. The trio blinked at his statement, pros are like this these days? Geez.

"Fine! We were spying!" Hizashi gave in to the looks that were thrown at him by the dekusquad, them making a mental note to not say anything crucial to Hizashi fearing that he has loose lips. (He does have loose lips.)

"Who are you spying on? Was it Ms. L/n and Mr. Aizawa? We saw them on the way here but noticed that they went on their separate ways quickly." Uraraka stated. "Oh! Were they on a date?"

"Did our plan work?!" Midoriya exclaimed catching the attention of the two pro-heroes. Did 1-A ship the two of you too? They even planned something before the two of them! Damn, kids nowadays. They move fast.

"You guys had a plan too?" Hizashi asked and with that the two parties decided to do something for the two completely oblivious people in their lives.

The Third Time: In which 1-A, Hizashi and Kayama joined forces

"Goodbye Eraserhead!" Hizashi practically pushed Aizawa out the door as Midnight emerged from the other door minutes after. Most of 1-A were curious and confused as to why two pro-heroes were here for English but they just guessed that even Present Mic can have problems with English too.

"Alright, today we are gonna be joined by pro hero Midnight because we all have important matters to discuss." Hizashi stated slowly as a grin began to grow on his face. "We are gonna plan how Y/n and Shouta will confess to each other! Yeah!" Almost all of the students cheered because their teachers also shipped the two of them—and partially because no english yey—while some of them sighed asking themselves that this was important than english? They just went with the flow anyway, couldn't hurt to skip one lesson right?

"Now do you guys have suggestions?" Immediately upon asking that dozens of hands shot up, the faces of the students eager to share what they want to suggest. Yaoyorozu even raised her hand which was hella surprising.

"I suggest that they should just confess but in a manly way!" Kirishima's answer was broad yes but it gave Ashido an idea. "Oh! Maybe trap them in a room until they manly confess to each other!" Kirishima and Ashido high fived after, happy about their suggestion.

"Just fucking send them on a mission to kill each other—" Before Bakugo could even finish his suggestion, Aoyama cut in flashing his signature weird pose. "Bonjour! I suggest that we send them on a vacation, to France!"

"Bakugo's suggestion is too violent and Aoyama's is too expensive." Asui pointed out the obvious, her tongue sticking out from her mouth.

"Shut up Frogface! I wasn't asking your fucking opinion!" Bakugo responded to the future frog hero. They were surprised that Bakugo even threw in his suggestion in the first place—even though it was violent—let alone be annoyed at Asui's opinion.

"Make Mr. Aizawa or Ms. L/n jealous!" Cliché but there was a chance it could work. Sero hummed in agreement with Kaminari. It worked with some movies so it should work with them right?

Meanwhile Uraraka, Iida and Midoriya were brainstorming, not listening to what others were suggesting and asking Yaoyorozu and Todoroki for their opinions about what they have thought about. Once they've got the go signal for them to share their suggestion, Iida raised his hand and stood up. "I suggest that a certain student should use his quirk on them." Iida adjusted his glasses on the bridge of his nose as Kayama asked who the student was. "Shinsou Hitoshi."

"We could brainwash the other to confess to the other one! Nice!" Hizashi exclaimed giving Iida is signature finger guns. "Any other suggestions?" Tons of other ideas came around until they reached the decision by the end of the class.

"Well then, it's settled! We move after lunch!" And with that Hizashi and Kayama left, the students clearly excited about what's to come. Would they plan succeed? Only a few more hours to find out.

—

"Shinsou! Shinsou!" Midoriya called out to Shinsou who he luckily spotted walking towards Lunch Rush. The boy turned around and was shocked to even see not only Midoriya but almost all of Class 1-A running after him which made him tilt his head to the side. Why were they after him?

"Shinsou, we need you for something." Iida quickly explained what they needed him for catching him off guard as he smirked. Were they really that oblivious to the situation that they've gone such long heights just for the two of you? Well since Shinsou doesn't have anything to do anyways he decided to agree, at least this was gonna be fun.

"Sure. Where are they?" Shinsou asked, 1-A quickly and gladly giving him the information he needed.

They waved at Shinsou as they watched his back go further and further away. Kaminari wiped a non-existant tear on his face, "Damn. He's braver than the marines."

"He really is."

Shinsou took no time in finding you and Shouta since the two of you were together anyways. Shinsou understood why 1-A wanted the two of you together because damn you looked cute together. You and Aizawa could be that crime fighting couple that make the villains tremble with fear. The two of you would kick a lot of ass and take a lot of names together especially with your quirk.

"Good afternoon Ms. L/n and Mr. Aizawa." Shinsou greeted the both of you cutting yours and Aizawa's conversation short. "Can I excuse Ms. L/n for a while, sir?" Aizawa was confused as to why his student approached them and he grew even more confused when he asked him that. Aizawa nodded weakly as he watched Shinsou and you talk from afar. He noticed the way you interact with the kid and vice versa but failed to notice Shinsou using his quirk on Y/n.

"Goodbye, Ms. L/n." And with that Shinsou left, not wanting to see his mentor's reaction when he finds out that he used his quirk on Y/n. Shinsou knew his mentor would be furious but it's all gonna be worth it.

Class 1-A though wanted to see both of your reactions as they hid behind the two of them. This was finally it, they could feel it. Finally the day came where they were gonna see their otp come true. They waited in anticipation as you walked back to Aizawa.

"Hey Shouta, want to go out sometime?" And with that the effect of Shinsou's quirk vanished, leaving you confused. What the actual fuck happened?

"Wait—what? What happened?" You blinked as Aizawa sighed, clearly knowing what happened to you.

"Shinsou used his quirk on you." Aizawa sighed as he rubbed his temples. "Hurry up. We don't want to waste time." Aizawa said as he walked away, leaving you there. Clearly someone is grumpy today too.

"Wha—Hey Shouta! Wait for me, you old man!" You caught up to him quickly as you resumed your previous conversation.

1-A's hopeful looks were replaced with disappointed ones. Time for Plan B then.

The Fourth Time: Plan B a.k.a lock them in a room and hope that Shouta doesn't kill his students, Hizashi and Kayama

"Shouta! Shouta! We need you for something!" Hizashi screamed at Aizawa who just woke up from his nap. Rubbing his eyes, Aizawa let out an irritated sigh. What could they possibly want right now? It was too early for this bullshit. (Although it was past noon. But still, early for Shouta.)

"What is it, Yamada?" He asked, his usual monotone voice had a hint of irritation in it. "Well, Bakugo and Midoriya—" Aizawa paid no mind in letting Hizashi finish as the two names of those trouble makers were stated. He got up as Hizashi accompanied him to where the trouble was happening.

"Damn those problem children." Aizawa muttered under his breath. Just how many times do they have to fucking fight? Did they not learn after the last one? If that's the case then he got to drill it to their mind then.

"Where is it Hizashi?" He turned to face Hizashi who was now missing from his spot next to Aizawa. Aizawa looked around for any signs of Hizashi but found none, when did he disappear?

Aizawa sighed then decided to just walk back to the teacher's lounge. If this was a prank then he wasn't having any of it. He just wasted time and instead could've get grading done. Hizashi was gonna get it later.

Before he could even leave a force pushed him back to a dark room. He didn't expect that to happen. Was it a villain attack? He furrowed his eyebrows, no it's not a villain attack. If it was the alarms could've rang off. But what if they have a quirk that can silence the alarms? No, they have Present Mic he could've easily be the alarm.

So what was happening?

"Hey man, whoever the fuck you are. Can you like move? You're in my personal space." An oh so familiar voice told him making him sigh. Of course, it was another one of Hizashi's poor attempts on getting the two of them together. "Wait, I know that sigh." You stated before calling out to him. "Shouta? What are you doing here?"

"Since when were you trapped in here, Y/n?" Aizawa ignored your previous question as he searched for the light switch. You could've been there for like minutes before hin right?

"To be honest, I don't know how long i've been here for." This made Aizawa raise an eyebrow at her, if there had been a light you would've hit him in the shoulder already but thankfully there wasn't. He kept fucking searching for the light switch until he found one which was near the fucking door like all light switches were. When they finally had light they realized where they were.

A janitor's closet. Great, just so great. This was so clichè.

"Why didn't you use your quirk then?" You opened your mouth to defend yourself but closed it quickly. "Well... hehehe."

"You took a nap here didn't you." You scratched the back of your neck as you smiled sheepishly at Aizawa. It was true, you had infact taken a nap in the janitor's closet but in your defense you were so tired from the heroics class—you were used as the human punching bag—and was in desperate need of refulling your lost energy. So who could blame you for doing that?

"I was tired, ok. My eyes closed before I could even process it being closed!"

Aizawa let out a tch. You were an adult goddmanit. So why were you doing things like this?

"I'm kicking the door down." Aizawa stated before looking at you who already had your eyes closed. "Y/n."

"You go, do you." You stiffled a yawn with the back of your hand. "That nap still wasn't enough." You layed back down, exhaustion evident on your pretty face. Aizawa looked at you before deciding to lay down beside you and grunt at the lack of space.

"Wha—What are you doing?"

"Move. You're squishing me." You complied deciding not to protest. Good thing you both don't have classes to teach that afternoon or else you both would've been screwed.

Aizawa made himself comfortable beside you and instinctively wrapped a protective arm around you making you blush and scoot closer to him. He was radiating a nice warmth and had an aura of protectiveness around him which made you feel at home as you closed your eyes.

"I though you were going to kick down the door?" You lightly snickered at the end of your statement.

"I got tired." Of course, he was always tired anyways. After a few minutes of silence, you let the darkness envelop you in a welcoming hug and with that, the both of you fell asleep on each other's arms. Clearly not knowing about the crowd that was on the other side of the door, listening to everything they say.

"Do you hear anything Jirou?" She shooked her head as an answer. "Let's wait a few more minutes then." The few more minutes turned into a few hours as they all began to worry.

"Are they dead?" Kaminari asked from the back. 1-A's eyes widened as they realized Kaminari could be right. The both of you could've suffocated in there but wouldn't Aizawa get the both of you out minutes after being locked in there?

"Maybe they're having some fun!" Kayama exclaimed making their worried faces turn into disgust. If they were 'having some fun' they would've heard especially with a quirk like Jirou's.

"Let's just break them out and hope that Shouta would not kill us." And with that they opened the lock, only to reveal a sleeping you with Aizawa. Your legs were tangled together as you laid your head on his chest, both of you breathing evenly. They all let out a sigh of relief that the both of you didn't die—and because Aizawa wouldn't kill them instantly on the spot—and let the two of you be with frowns plastered on their faces after taking a few (hundred) pictures of course.

They were confused. How the fuck did that not work? It was perfect! Well, atleast for them. They failed once again but that doesnmt mean that they'll give up that easily! It's time to move to Plan C and they know the perfect person for the job.

The Fifth Time: Make Aizawa jealous

"Thank you for doing this Tensei." You thanked Iida as you wheeled him towards 1-A's heroic's class. "It really means so much to me, to us."

"Nah, it's no problem! I wanted to see Tenya in action and U.A. Feels nostalgic, you know?" You nodded clearly knowing what he meant by that. When you first started teaching at U.A.—by Midnight's recommendation—tons of memories quickly bombarded you as soon as you stepped inside the school grounds like how you met Aizawa and Hizashi, your first sports festival and etc. It was all nostalgic to you that you almost teared up just by how far you and your classmates have gone.

"I miss U.A." He pouted. "And I miss you too!"

"Aww, I miss you too Tensei."

"Plus, who would decline a proposal from a pretty girl from you?" Iida's voice suddenly began louder as he stated that when the two of you arrived in front of 1-A's room. You giggled at his statement and stretched your hand to open the door but before you could Aizawa already opened the door for the both of you.

"Thanks, Eraserhead!" You wheeled Iida in, clearly in a good mood to see another one of your best friends again. If you had the time you would certainly visit Iida but you were pretty busy nowadays and the only way you can communicate with him is through texts which was obviously not enough.

"Alright-y then. Shall we start?" You asked the pro-heroes beside you with a smile. As the pro-heroes explained, 1-A could sense how uncomfortable Iida was. Of course he would be uncomfortable. His brother was gonna flirt with his teacher for fucks sake. Who could blame him?

"Time for Plan C! Make Aizawa jealous!!" Hizashi announced once homeroom was over and Aizawa was out of earshot. "Normally it was make L/n jealous but since Ms. Joke is not available, we changed it to 'make Aizawa jealous!'" Hizashi rambled on as Kayama appeared, seducingly emerging from the door.

"Yes Iida?" Hizashi called Iida as his hand shot up instantly after hearing the words slip out from the english teacher's mouth. "May I ask who is the person we are gonna ask to make Mr. Aizawa jealous?"

"Great question, Iida!" Hizashi and Kayama shared a look before laughing. "Iida. Can you call your brother?" Hizashi asked in between laughs. Iida froze at his teacher's request, his eyes widening.

"Eh?! Ingenium?!" The class roared out clearly surprised at who they chose. "May I ask why my brother?"

"Again, good question Iida!" This time it was Kayama who spoke up. "Tensei is and I quote Y/n's bestest friend besides us. I remember how close they were when we were in high school! Some even thought they were dating but in truth they weren't. They're just good friends, very good friends at that."

"I remember Y/n even babysitted you Iida!" Iida blushed in embarrassment, did she really? Well he was a baby at that time, he wouldn't remember it now.

"Let's start planning!" And with that 1-A—not all of them though Bakugo and Todoroki seemed interested—clustered around the podium where the planning began. A lot of ideas were given out and a lot were sadly rejected but that didn't bring their spirits down as more ideas came after.

"Well then! Give your brother a call Iida! Tell him about the plan and i'll tell Y/n about heroic's class tomorrow! Surely Iida will be the perfect candidate for that!" And with that Hizashi and Kayama dismissed them feeling proud of what they've done and accomplished.

"Are you sure this will work? Shouta seems to be like the type who doesn't get jealous." At first glance Aizawa isn't a man to be possesive over something so this plan may be a bust but Hizashi knows his best friend better than Kayama, he was sure as hell Aizawa will get jealous once Iida starts flirting with you.

"Oh, just trust me Nemuri! This will work out!" Kayama quirked a brow at him then decided to just trust Hizashi, he knows a lot more about you and Aizawa after all.

"Now that all of that is done, please wear your hero costumes and go outside!" Before Aizawa could even speak to you, you wheeled Iida out already engaged in a conversation with him. You didn't even bother to spare a glance at Aizawa as you talked with Iida, immediately catching up to what's happening with him these past few days. He slipped in a few compliments—that he made sure Aizawa heard—and comments about you that made you giggle.

Toshinori felt the same tension again. He looked at Aizawa only to find him staring at Iida and you but mostly you. Toshinori almost let out a laugh seeing Aizawa's expression when Iida flirted with you and could only guess that this was a work done by Hizashi and Kayama because Iida would never like you in that way, he made it clear when you were in high school.

"Thank you again for inviting me, Y/n. Brings back good memories." You smiled widely at Iida and told him that it was no problem, after all he was a pro-hero like her and pro-heroes help each other out.

"I was wondering, would you like to go out sometime?" Aizawa's eye twitched once Iida asked the question. He was irritated that you didn't even told Iida off when he was clearly flirting with you and most of all he was annoyed by the fact that you agreed on his proposal, asking him what time and when. That was the last straw for Aizawa and Toshinori could sense something blunt and sharp coming.

"Are you both done flirting? We have a class to teach so I suggest you wrap things up and proceed to the gym." You were taken aback by Aizawa's outburst but then moments later you smirked. Was he jealous? Aizawa walked past the two—like he was in a hurry—leaving the three of them dumbfounded.

"What was that about?" Iida asked you feigning confusion but on the inside he was proud at the outcome of his work. He got Aizawa jealous and that was a rare occassion.

"I have a feeling somebody has their period today." You joked making the two of them—yes even Toshinori—laugh but on the inside you know you were screwed. Aizawa was gonna give you the cold shoulder from then on and you knew it.

When all of you arrived at the gym, 1-A and Iida (Tensei) waited for anything to happen but... nothing. Nothing happened except for the little outburst from Aizawa earlier. They even waited after school hours when they were at the faculty room but no, no, no. Still nothing.

"I'm sorry guys." Hizashi and Kayama practically slumped over upon hearing Iida's apology. Their last plan failed once again but they had hoped it gave them the push to say something, anything to each other.

Little did they know, they confessed to each other years back, when they were still in high school.

When Hizashi and Kayama found out

Hizashi and Kayama still didn't give up after many failed attempts so when they had another plan they went to your office, excited about the upcoming events.

"I sure hope this fucking work or else i'm gonna smash their skulls together." Kayama grunted as she pushed the door of your office open and what they saw left their mouths hanging.

Moments before the two of them walked in on you and Aizawa making out, Aizawa had confronted you about what happened earlier with Iida (Tensei). Of course he was jealous and to make things worse you poke fun of him because of it.

He got angry but didn't even dared to raise his voice at you because he wanted to solve this in the rational and logical way possible and you knew that. After all those years of knowing him and vice versa, both of you learned to adapt to each other's needs. For example if Aizawa came home stressed, you'll know it before he even informs you and makes him everything he needs and more. Also, if you're feeling down he'll know to talk to you about it instead of leaving you to cool down because he'll know you'll bottle it up until you can no longer surpress it. There was even this one time where Aizawa tried to hide his worries from you but you knew him, the real him and you instantly knew that something was wrong. Turns out it was just his nerves from asking you something life changing.

"Shouta." You called him, placing your fingers under his chin making him look at you. "You know that I will never do that right? Tensei meant go out as friends. Besides I know what was behind his flirting all this time." Aizawa's piercing gaze softened upon seeing your face. You wrapped your arms around his midsection making him sigh and returning the gesture.

"I know. I'm sorry. I just got... possesive." You giggled at his statement. Although it resulted in an argument seeing him jealous gave off a sexy vibe from him which you incredibly loved—you'll never admit it openly but knowing Aizawa he probably knows by now.

"I'm sorry for being angry." His voice was soft as he uttered the words that made you smile. This was the side that you only get to see, warming your heart as you hugged him tighter. You were glad to see this side of Aizawa, you were glad to see that he trusts enough to put down his walls and let you through, you were glad—heck beyond glad even.

The next moments were a bit blur to you as it started with just a simple kiss filled with passion from you and Aizawa but when his kisses became a little heated that's when things really started. He bit your lip making you gasp earning him an entrance to your mouth as your tongues fought for dominance, Aizawa clearly being the winner.

Back to present time, Aizawa pinned you against the wall, his hands on your waist as he began attacking your neck with kisses making you ran a hand through his hair, your fingers threading through his raven locks.

Was this real? You didn't know. You were sure you were dreaming right now or perhaps in heaven. But nope, this was the reality. The reality you love. The reality that Aizawa Shouta, 1-A's homeroom teacher, underground hero, pro-hero Eraserhead was your husband.

Yup, this shaggy hobo looking man was your husband. No one really knew except for your families and Toshinori who happened to stumble upon the two of you just like this except that the two of you were in the hospital that time.

Aizawa bit the sensitive spot on your neck, the both of you still not noticing the presence of the duo that kept bugging you and Aizawa to just confess and get together. Too ingrossed in your activities, you didn't even hear their footsteps.

"Oh my god!" Hizashi screeched making the two of you break apart as you stared at Hizashi and Kayama with wide eyes. Holy shit, you were found out now and they found out while the two of you were making out. Fucking making out. Why now out of all the days you were making out with Shouta?

"What do you guys want? Can't you see i'm busy with my wife?" Aizawa nonchalantly stated as his face showed irritation. He wasn't irritated at the fact that Hizashi and Kayama finally knew, he was irritated at the fact that Hizashi and Kayama disturbed the two of them while they were in the middle of something good.

You on the other hand was shocked at what Aizawa just informed the two loud mouths and blushed upon seeing the two of them stared at you with those fucking knowing looks. Oh boy, there was no way of escape now.

After 5 years he decided to tell them like it was not a big deal at all but you knew Aizawa cared, he always did. He just want the two of them to shut up but that wasn't the case. Upon hearing what Aizawa said, the two of them squealed.

"Wife?! Did Shouta just say wife?!" Hizashi was practically crying now, telling the world how proud he was of his best friend. "When did the wedding happen?! Why were we not invited?!"

"It happed five years ago Hizashi, and Shouta and I just wanted a small wedding with close family only. I hope you understand." You sheepishly smiled at the two of them.

"I guess we'll leave you two now." Kayama said with a wink as she dragged Hizashi out of the office. "Use protection, kids!"

Just seconds after the door closed, Aizawa who was still pressing you on the wall asked with a smirk, "I don't think we even need protection. Now where were we?"

Oh boy, let's just say that neither of you did your work the whole night and just did each other instead.

"Y/n! Are you ok? You should go to Recovery Girl! Your neck is full of bruises!" Hizashi 'innocently' screamed out in the teacher's lounge earning the attention of all the pro-hero teachers currently in said lounge.

Your face grew red as they stared at you. Of course Hizashi had to notice the marks Aizawa left as a 'remembrance' of the night before and of course he just had to scream it out loud in a room filled with people. You were glad though that he hadn't proclaimed it infront of the students because that will be even more embarrassing—atleast for you.

You secretly flipped the bird to Aizawa who just chuckled then wrapped his capture weapon around his neck even more, hiding the endless amount of love bites placed there.

"Oh! Shouta! You have them too! Are you both ok?! Do you have allergies or something?!" Hizashi yelled out. With a smirk you looked over to Aizawa once again as he grunted and swatted Hizashi away but it was too late now. The whole faculty knows by now as their gazes were placed on you then to Aizawa and vice versa.

Needless to say, the next day was full of teasing and belated congratulations from the two and the staff—with the two of them word spreads quickly—which they had to endure.

When 1-A found out

"As heroes, your goal is to not only fight off villains but to rescue and protect the civillians as well. You should remember that. Especially you Bakugo." The boy scoffed at his teacher's words as he looked away which Aizawa knew was a sign that Bakugo acknowledged his words. "Today we are—" a knock cut Aizawa's sentence making him sigh. Who could it possibly be?

Aizawa walked to the door slowly as his students anticipated who could the visitor be. Could it be a pro-hero? Yes, that could be it but their teacher didn't mention any training with another pro-hero today. So, who was it?

Aizawa opened the door slightly and was face to face with his lovely wife standing there with a huge smile on her face. Aizawa made a mental note that he should wear sunglasses everytime his wife beams at him with that big smile, it was too bright for him seeing as you were the literal sunshine but Aizawa didn't protest though, seeing that smile of yours instantly refreshed him and gave him energy. But why the hell were you here? Lunch isn't near and he was sure as hell that you took a sick leave due to you feeling ill for the past few days. So what brought you here exactly?

"Hi Shouta!!!" You greeted him loudly earning the attention of the students. You didn't mean to say that so loud but excitement was kicking in and you felt very happy at that time, incredibly happy even. You felt that you could solve the crisis involving world peace just with your happiness and that was an understatement.

"Miss L/n?!" The students panicked, you were here? They sweated nervously as they were reminded about the homework they had to do. In truth they hadn't done it yet because they were incredibly busy so seeing you outside their classroom made their hearts race. "But what are you doing here Ms. L/n? I thought you were sick!"

You sighed clearly knowing what the fuss was about. "Mina, I am sick but I need to excuse your teacher for some important matters and it's ok if you hadn't done your homework yet but make sure to submit it on or before friday next week." The students let relieved noises as soon as they heard the last statement but Aizawa was more focused on the 'I need to excuse your teacher for some important matters' part. Was there somethimg wrong?

"All right. Iida, control your classmates. I'll be going outside for a moment." And with that Aizawa closed the door behind him before dragging you as far as possible from the eavesdropping students. Your statement made him worried as millions of logical probabilities rushed through his head, one probabilty standing out than the most.

Were you gonna ask for a divorce? Aizawa hoped that, that wan't the case.

"You're not gonna ask for divorce, are you?" Aizawa hesitantly voiced his thoughts, earning a blank look from you. What made Aizawa think that?

"Shouta." You called while placing the palm of your hand on his cheek, him leaning into your touch almost instantly. "What made you think that I'm gonna ask you for divorce?"

Shouta opened his mouth to tell you all the logic behind his question but was immediately cut off by you, "Don't ever doubt yourself or us, Shouta. I love you as you love me so that will not be happening." Aizawa felt relieved but the bugging feeling didn't go away as the question in his mind remained unanswered. Why were you here then?

"I'm here because of good news not bad news." You stated, your smile returning to your face. Aizawa could tell that this smile was brighter and bigger than the last one so it gave him the fact that you were incredibly happy at the moment because of said news. "Well atleast it's good news for me."

"What is it?" You could feel your excitement coming out an in instant once he asked you the question you've been waiting for him to say. You happily dug through your mess of a bag to reveal a stick to him with a plus sign on the center.

A stick with a plus sign.

A plus sign.

Aizawa's eyes widened as he stared lovingly at the stick you were holding. You waited for his reaction and once you got it you were very much satisfied with the result.

Aizawa placed his large hands on your belly, the stick still on his left hand but he didn't care. Tears welled up in your eyes as you saw his smile mirrored yours—bright, big and clearly expressing how happy he felt at the moment.

"I'm going to be a father." He murmured on your shoulders as he wrapped his arms around you in a tight embrace. You nodded through your tears as Aizawa's grip on you tightened a little—not to the point he's trying to kill you though—clearly not wanting to let go of you. This news made his heart long and beat for you even more.

"I love you." He said with not his usual monotone but a softer voice filled with emotion that he clearly felt for you. "I love that you make me the happiest man on the universe, every fucking day." His confession made you cry even harder, wetting his black hero costume even more but you both didn't care at the moment. You were gonna be a family now. A family. A family that you both wanted. A family that you both will cherish and love until the day death do you apart. A family to care for, look out for. A family that will grow, stay and learn with the both of you.

Oh how excited the both of you are.

"I love you too, Aizawa Shouta." You replied before adding, "I love you so fucking much that my heart hurts with happiness everytime I see or think of you."

Class 1-A didn't mean to eavesdrop once again but they couldn't help but let curiousity kill the cat. They saw the heart fluttering and precious moment between their usually stoic, emotionless teacher and his wife that made them burst out in tears. They were sure their teacher knew they were there but they still kept their cries silent so that it wouldn't interrupt the moment.

That still didn't stop Mina from exclaiming this though.

"Aizawa-sensei and Ms. L/n are married?!" The exclamation earned the attention of the couple as they broke apart, seeing 1-A infront of them with tears on their eyes. "Then all our planning was useless?!" And with that Mina cried harder making you chuckle, not all their plans went to waste though if you could say so yourself.

"Go back to class." Aizawa ordered them with a glare making them shuffle and leave the scene immediately after shouting out a, "Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Aizawa!!"

"They truly are an exceptional bunch huh?" You leaned into Aizawa as he placed an arm around your shoulders. "They are a pain in the ass but they are my pain in the ass."

"Aw! Seeing you act like that for your 20 other kids makes me even more excited that you're gonna have another one." You snickered. "If you're their dad then I'm the mom right?"

"Don't." Aizawa grunted making you laugh.

"What?! It's true though!" Seeing Aizawa's expression made you laugh even more. "Oh don't give me that look Dadzawa."

"Don't call me that."

"Dadzawa!" You stated his new nickname making him sigh.

"You're lucky I put up with you."

"Aren't you supposed to say, 'You're lucky I love you'?" Aizawa shook his head then left you there in the hallway after replying with a, "No. See you at home, Y/n."

Extra:

"Congratulations Dadzawa!" Hizashi and Nemuri exclaimed at the same time once again earning the attention of the whole faculty on them.

"Don't fucking call me that, Yamada."

"Oh please, keep calling him that from now on. I'm sure babyzawa will like that." You chuckled as you kissed Aizawa's cheek before leaving the faculty room. "Goodluck dealing with them Dadzawa!"

Aizawa's eye twitched as he felt the attack coming from Hizashi and Nemuri. Oh boy it's gonna be a long long day today.

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Bounty Hunter in the Shadows Chapter 1

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Story Tags: Erasermic, Friends to Lovers, young Aizawa Shouta, young Yamada Hizashi, Slow Burn, Slice of Life, Hurt/ Comfort, Angst and Feels, Comedy, Fluff, mental breakdown, PTSD, flashbacks, self-medication, drug use, homelessness, homeless Aizawa Shouta, unhealthy coping mechanisms, survivor guilt, cats, growing gp, character study, character development, recovery

Chapter 1: Aizawa and Yamada

Finally graduation day arrived. Aizawa held his UA high school diploma in his hands. This was a joyous occasion – or at least it should be. He should feel proud, which he did to an extent. Aizawa could not help but find the entire event nostalgic before it was even over.

He was a little proud he managed to pull through and finished school, graduating from the most famous hero school in Japan no less, but he also felt a deeply routed guilt. Yamada was joking and laughing with friends. Everyone was loud and happy, yet someone was missing.

Yamada tore Aizawa from his thoughts as he excitedly called out to him. Aizawa put on a teasing smile, silencing him with a quirk and vanished. It was meant as a joke but it also was great to escape his classmates.

Aizawa rolled his eyes at the endless amounts of texts Yamada sent him. He could practically hear the disappointed yelling while reading about how he had missed all the group photos. He didn't even bother to listen to the voice messages or pick his phone up when it rang. Aizawa went home and relaxed on his bed, knowing his foster parents wouldn't get home until later. He wondered what would happen if he left right this moment without another word to anyone. His suitcase was already packed.

A new message lit up his phone's home screen. Aizawa reached for the device, only now bothering to look at the chat.

Yamada:

We're all going out to eat tonight. Will you come?

Aizawa:

No. I promised them dinner.

It was true. He had promised his foster parents a ‘goodbye dinner’ before moving out. It was the reason why he didn't leave right this afternoon. They were decent people and were kind enough to give him space and not pressure him into spending more time together, so when they asked if he would have dinner with them tonight he couldn't say no.

Yamada:

But you're leaving tomorrow morning, right?! When will we see each other again??

That was a good point. It still hadn't quite sunken in that they would not be back at school again soon. They wouldn't just leave school for a weekend or a holiday, but forever. Aizawa almost regretted not staying longer at school now, though he also knew that it wasn't his thing. Seeing everyone excited for the future and sad they would part would have been a little too much. He was happier alone in his bedroom.

Yamada:

Can I come over?

Aizawa:

What about dinner?

Yamada:

We meet later. I'll come over.

Well. Now that that was decided all there was left to do was to wait for the energetic blonde. Wherever Yamada had been, he couldn't have been too far from his home. He was out of breath when, ten minutes later, he rang the doorbell non stop until the door was opened for him.

"Come on in." Aizawa said and they headed over to the brunet's room, where they sat down on the bed. At least Aizawa sat down. Yamada flopped onto the mattress still trying to catch his breath.

"You could have walked here." Aizawa noted.

"Yeah, but I didn't want to miss any more time! Who knows when we'll see each other again!" Yamada said.

"You're the one who wanted to work in America." Aizawa reminded him.

"I knoooow." Yamada whined, but then a grin returned to his face. "But I'm sure it's gonna be awesome!" he said determinedly.

"Just don't start talking to me in English all the time." Aizawa said and realized that he really would miss Yamada.

During their first year at U.A. he did not get particularly close with anyone but Shirakumo and Yamada. In their second year Aizawa had allowed himself to befriend Kayama a little. The cat Aizawa and Shirakumo found and gave to her had helped a lot in terms of befriending the girl who was a grade ahead of them.

After Shirakumo's death Aizawa made sure it stayed that way and distanced himself from others. He couldn't bear the thought of getting close to someone again only to loose them later. He looked at Yamada who lay on his back next to him on the bed, staring at the ceiling. Aizawa didn't want to think about how he would react if anything happened to the blonde.

"What train will you take tomorrow morning?" Yamada suddenly asked.

"Why? Don't tell me you want to meet me at the station." Aizawas tone was flat and seemingly uninterested.

"Ehhhh? Why not?!"

"You'll be hung-over." Aizawa stated.

"What? You really think us aspiring pro heroes will succumb to underage drinking?!" Yamada called out in mock surprise as if they hadn't- together in fact- gotten drunk before. Then he turned more serious. "I'd still come if you told me what time the train left." Yamada claimed.

"At 8:00 in the morning? Are you sure?" Aizawa said, a small smirk ghosting on his lips.

"Damn. That's early. Why are you torturing yourself like that?" Yamada asked, knowing how much Aizawa hated getting up early himself. Though, to be fair Aizawa seemed unhappy about getting up at any time. Insomnia was a real pain in the ass.

"I'll still come." Yamada said.

Aizawa just gave a low hum.

"You don't believe me! You'll see. I'll be there!" Yamada bumped his fist into Aizawa's shoulder.

"I didn't say anything." Aizawa said, raising his hands, showing his palms.

"Anyways." Yamada huffed. "You'll have to send me pictures of your apartment when you get there, alright."

"It's shitty. Nothing worth showing off." Aizawa protested.

"I don't care. I just want to see pictures."

"I'll send you pictures of the cockroaches I'll room with." Aizawa teased.

"Please don't!" Yamada looked horrified.

"You get those or nothing." Aizawa shrugged. This was nice. It was easy banter, just the two of them, nothing too overwhelming.

They fell into a comfortable silence, Yamada's eyes landing on Aizawa's packed suitcase.

Yamada had been surprised when Aizawa told him he would leave Musutafu the day after their graduation. He himself would travel to the US soon after the school year ended, but his flight went a week after graduation, giving him enough time to say goodbye to classmates and family. Well, Aizawa could count the friends he had on two fingers and he also did not have much family. Yamada did not know Aizawa’s host family particularly well but the few times he met them they seemed nice. Yamada could not help but wonder if Aizawa left so soon because he felt uncomfortable around them or if it had to do with Aizawa's general attitude and mood ever since their work study ended in their second year.

Yamada had a great support system at home but it was difficult mourning their dead friend himself and helping Aizawa at the same time. Shirakumo's death hit them both hard, though Aizawa definitely had a less healthy way of coping and far less support or people who didn't offer the support he needed which ended in him changing host families a month after their work study. It had been painful to watch Aizawa train in the Gym to the point he was so exhausted he fell asleep in their classes. Yamada had done his best to be there and watch Aizawa as often as he could, sometimes even training with him. It made them grow closer over time.

"You've got to take care of yourself." Yamada broke the silence.

Aizawa frowned, then looked away from the blonde. "You too."

"Hey, you missed out on all the pictures we took, let's take some now!" Yamada changed the subject. They wouldn't see each other in quite a while so they shouldn't just mop around. Aizawa was not impressed by the idea, but when Yamada sat up on the bed and sat right next to him he tilted his head towards the blonde as he held up his phone. Within minutes Yamada's camera roll filled up with new pictures of them both.

"You should leave soon, if you don't want to be late." Aizawa said eventually as he took notice of the time.

"I guess." Yamada said and sat up on the bed. "I'll see you tomorrow morning, alright?" He reminded Aizawa.

"Don't trouble yourself. It will be fine if you don't." He said.

The door fell shut and Aizawa stood alone in the quiet house. Dinner with his foster parents also was a quiet affair. He appreciated that. They did not try to get him to talk more than usual or try to talk him out of things last minute. They asked if he finished packing and if he still needed something, as if anything was worth the trouble of going out this late at night. There were plenty of stores with the same products where he moved. He let them know he had everything he needed and stayed seated at the table after dinner. They drank tea and let it sink in that things would be different from now on.

The night seemed to drag on forever and Aizawa barely slept. He got up early, even earlier than he had to, so he could make breakfast for everyone. He made his host parents favorite tea, put six slices of bread in the toaster oven and got out a pot to make miso soup. He didn't have to cook but even he could make something as simple as miso soup with tofu and seaweed. He set out the jam for the bread and got out some plates when his host parents came out.

Aizawa checked his phone when he got his suitcase after breakfast. No new messages showed up. The blonde sent him a few photos during the night, so Aizawa knew his classmates drank alcohol and stayed up until the early morning hours. He tried to ignore the slight pang in his chest. It was good Yamada had fun last night. He should rest now. They could talk over the phone later, he told himself pocketing his phone. He looked around the room one final time. It was clean and he already pulled the sheets off and put them into the washing machine.

"Remember you can call us anytime." His host mother told him as they stood in the entrance. Aizawa gave a slight nod to signal he heard her as he tied his shoes.

"Don't hesitate to ask for help." Her husband added.

"Thank you. For everything." Aizawa said, looking them in the eyes. He even gave both a hug before he stepped outside and pulled his suitcase to the station.

When Aizawa arrived at the nearest tram station, he realized he gave Yamada the time his other train would leave from the bigger train station. So even if the blonde intended to come he might have thought of the wrong place. He checked his phone but no new notifications showed up. Aizawa pocketed his phone as the tram came to a stop. The small tram was packed with people going to work and Aizawa shuffled to the door, pulling his suitcase as close as possible. He gave an apologetic nod to an older lady close to him. Aizawa focused his eyes outside the window looking at the familiar houses and stores passing by.

Finally the tram reached the central station. He arrived with some time to spare and checked his phone while he stood waiting at the platform. He felt a little forgotten but tried his best to push the feeling aside. He told Yamada not to worry about coming, so it wasn't fair to be mad at him for not showing up.

He could hear his train enter the station and then, even louder than the arriving train his name. "Aizawaaaaaaa!" He knew that voice.

Aizawa turned around to the direction the call had come from and saw Yamada running into the station. Several people held their ears and stared at the blond in irritation. He would have to get to this platform, but the train just arrived so there was enough time. Aizawa couldn't help but smile.

When Yamada finally came running down the stairs he looked like he would throw up any second. "The things I do for you." he huffed out of breath when he came to a stop in front of Aizawa.

"I told you, you didn't have to come." Aizawa said, but his smile gave him away.

"Please just tell me you are happy to see me so that it was worth coming." Yamada begged. He wore a t-shirt with an unidentifiable stain on it and one of his shoelaces was open. He was very pale and his unstyled hair hung in his face.

"Yeah. I'm happy." Aizawa gave in. "Thank's for coming." He said just as Yamada stepped away from him and threw up over the other side of the platform where no train was.

"Are you alright?" Aizawa asked, holding the other's hair back. Other people were stared more or less subtly.

"Ugh..." Yamada groaned. Aizawa glanced at the clock, "Wait here. I'll be right back." He said and jogged to a vending machine to get some water.

"Thank's." Yamada said after he washed his mouth out and took a sip. "Sorry about that." He said, rubbing the back of his head.

"Do you need money for a taxi back?" Aizawa asked.

"No, no! It's fine. Keep your money! I still have some." Yamada said. He pulled his walled out in demonstration. He knew Aizawa did not have much saved up and he doubted he suddenly accepted more from his host family.

"If you're sure." Aizawa said.

"Actually, let me pay you back for this." Yamada held up the bottle Aizawa just got him.

"It's just water." Aizawa shook his head.

"Alright. Thanks." Yamada put his wallet away again. They stood in silence for a moment after that.

"Well...-" Yamada tried to break the silence.

"I have to get on the train soon." Aizawa said at the same time.

"Ah...right. Well...I'll hear from you soon right? Send pictures!"

"Of roaches. Sure." Aizawa couldn't help but tease with a smirk.

"I got up and came all the way here and this is how you thank me?!" Yamada said so loud he winced himself. He hadn't even spoken that loud but with his head already pounding every decibel felt like too much.

"We'll see." Aizawa said and reached for his suitcase. Should he give Yamada a hug? His arms twitched, though he kept them at his side. "Get some rest." he said, taking a step back.

"You too!" Yamada nodded, wincing once more at his own volume.

"Thank's for coming." Aizawa said, standing in the train's doorway. "Bye."

"Bye." Yamada said a little quieter now, but with a smile on his face while he waved. The blonde was always so positive and energetic. It was nice. Aizawa waved as the door closed, then moved to look for his seat.

It was a window seat and he waved once more once he sat down. Yamada waved with two arms as the train began to move.

This was it.

Aizawa's chest felt tight as the train drove out of Musutafu. So many memories were connected to the city. Good, as well as bad. He gulped down the lump that formed in his throat and pressed his shirt's sleeve against his eyes. A new chapter of his life started with his move to Naruhata. There was no turning back now.

More chapters of Bounty Hunter in the Shadows on Ao3 :)

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musicfeedsmysoul12 · 3 years

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Wrong Sibling

Summary: Class 1A learns that their hero fundamental's teaching assistant is dating Todoroki's sibling. They assume it's one of his brothers.

They're wrong.

Pairings: Izuku/Fuyumi, mentioned Inko/Mitsuki

Tags: Female Midoriya Izuku, Aged up Midoriya Izuku, Izuku is like early twenties, Bakugou isn't a dick, for once lol, Midoriya Izuku Adopts Shinsou Hitoshi, Quirkless Midoriya Izuku, Quirkless Hero Midoriya Izuku, Endeavour was exposed

On AO3

Part of the They're Lesbians series

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The first day of the Class 1A Heroic Foundations class, All Might walked in with a green-haired girl wearing a pale blue jumpsuit and a pair of goggles on her head. Around her waist was a large belt and had multiple pockets everywhere. The top of her jumpsuit was down, revealing she was in a black tank top and her arms were a mess of scars.

“IT’S GREEN BOLT!” Tanaka squeaked, the brunette girl covering her mouth and squealing. Green Bolt threw her head back and laughed as All Might chuckled himself.

“I have a fan! Nice!” Green Bolt smiled at the class.

Ochako figures that she had more than just one in the class, as Kirishima hissed so manly and Ashido clapped her hands excitedly. Then again who wouldn’t be shocked and awed to see the Green Bolt- the first Quirkless Hero in Japan and ranked in the three hundred of the limelight heroes. Though while they were all fans- Tanaka herself was Quirkless too. It made sense she idolized the hero more.

“Nice to meet you all- well I know about four of you.” The woman nodded as she looked around.

“You know some of us?!” Kaminari asked, but then froze. Ochako winced, glancing to Todoroki.

The biggest claim to Green Bolt's name was her unearthing and reveal of the abuse Endeavour put his family through, as well as her reveal of the Hero Commission’s more unsavoury practices.

Todoroki though just smiled.

“Hi nee-chan.” He said simply.

“Hey!” Bakugou turned and glared. “She’s MY sister!”

“She’ll be my sister-in-law soon,” Todoroki told him.

“Oh joy another uncle,” Shinsou called out mockingly.

Tanaka looked like she was having a heart attack as Green Bolt snickered.

Ochako joined her. It was hard NOT to laugh.

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“YOU’RE GREEN BOLT’S BROTHER?!” Tanaka yelled, slamming her hands into the lunch table where Bakugou was. All of 1A had ended up sitting together to eat, gossiping about their lesson the other day. “AND YOU’RE HER SON?” She lifted a hand to point at Shinsou.

“Calm down pigtails,” Bakugou said. “Yeah, she’s my sister.”

“And my mom. She adopted me a few years back.” Shinsou said dryly.

Tanaka looked so shocked, her mouth opening and closing wordlessly.

“You don’t look a lot like her, kero,” Asui remarked.

“My mom married mama when I was like… nine,” Bakugou said. “My bio dad is… he’s Quirkist. Made some comments about her being a hero my mom did not like. I was seven at the time and I just remember my mom throwing him out, shouting that if he can’t support his goddaughter he can leave.”

Ochako winced as did the others as Bakugou took a vicious bite of his lunch.

“I still see him. He’s not a bad person- just you know. Quirkist as fuck. But…” Bakugou sighed. “You can be a good person and hold terrible beliefs. I see him rarely.”

“Katsuki is my favourite uncle,” Shinsou said dryly. Bakugou glared at him and the purple-haired boy just smiled.

“And your brother is dating her?” Tanaka asked Todoroki who blinked.

“My sibling is yes,” Todoroki said blankly.

Ochako frowned at that wording. She glanced at the hidden smirks of Bakugou and Shinsou.

Well that was interesting.

The class got to know her well though. Midoriya Izumi was her legal name. She was twenty-three, had adopted Shinsou when she was nineteen and had a strong friendship with Phantom Thief- another TA in the school. Though it seemed they were bitter rivals at times as Phantom claimed.

Ochako witnessed a so-called ‘battle of rivals’ where the two just shoved each other into the mud cackling for thirty minutes.

“Too bad Phantom isn’t a girl- we could have some mud wrestling!” Mineta complained. Unlucky for him both TA’s heard him and slapped him with some pretty serious detention for that.

Bakugou was pretty tight-lipped, about his sister, just grunting when asked. Shinsou took a similar action, though he included staring.

Todoroki was the main source of gossip about her and his reactions were just blank: “She’s the one who punched out my dad and threatened to murder the people helping him cover up the abuse. I would die for her and if my sibling doesn’t propose soon I will.”

Of course, that just got the class wondering which brother the hero was dating. Everyone knew that Shouto had two brothers. Natsuo, a doctor in training. And Touya- the one who faked his death, came back with a rap sheet and a mountain of proof to prove that their dad did beat the crap out of them.

“I mean- it would be cool if she was dating Touya,” Ashido remarked. “He’s like really advocating for like helping abused kids and also villain reform. Shit sorry I mean Dabi.”

“I don’t know. Bolt-sensei doesn’t seem the type to go for a villain. Even if it was more out of necessity than not.” Yaoyorozu remarked.

Ochako mostly stayed out of it, not interested in gossiping about their teacher- more so when Todoroki’s words of Bolt-sensei dating his sibling, not his brother played in her head.

Something about it…

Ochako continued pondering that sentence through the first two weeks of UA, and she clutched to it after the USJ, after seeing Aizawa-sensei broken and bloody, seeing Bolt-sensei with a broken arm aiming a gun and taking a shot, teeth bared.

After seeing their sensei kill a villain for them.

Ochako still could see their sensei firing her gun. Could still see the splatter as the bullet hit the head of the mist villain. Could still hear the screams of the hand villain who tried to kill her.

The sight played in her mind for the week after the incident, when Bolt-sensei was under review for the death of the villain.

For an entire week, she felt haunted by her dreams.

When they did see Bolt-sensei the entire class cried out in relief. The green-haired woman stood with another woman who had white hair with red streaks, the woman smiling at Bolt-sensei. They stood in front of the gates, the class watching through the window.

“She’s back!” Tanaka cheered. “Does that mean she’s teaching again?” She asked Aizawa who grunted.

“Yes.” Was his only reply. Everyone felt relieved though.

“WHAT?!” Ashido screeched though upon seeing the other woman lean in to gently press a kiss to Bolt-sensei’s mouth. That got everyone’s attention.

“I thought she was dating your brother!” Tanaka said to Todoroki who snorted.

“I said sibling. That’s my sister. And they’re now engaged.”

“About fucking time,” Bakugou voiced.

Ochako simply watched as their sensei smiled at her fiancé.

Ochako couldn’t help her own smile.

She was happy her sensei had love in her life.

It was a very good thing in her opinion.

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Prompt: So what about aged up Izuku/Fuyumi. Izuku is a TA at UA and half of the students have a crush on her the other half wonders if she is in a relationship with Aizawa or Yamada. Meanwhile Shouto just calls her big sis once (she is over at the Todorokis often when Endeawhore isn’t home) and now people think Izuku is dating Natsuo until they have have a parent teacher conference (or the school festival something) where Izuku just dips a visiting Fuyumi and kisses her in front of everyone just to get the rumors out of the way.

Somewhat not following, but like here we are!!! Also, this was harder then I thought and I kinda am angry at how bad it is, but I legit did not know how to like drag it out? It's not like they're in the same class and they watch her all the time!!! She's a TA!!!!

But whatever. So here we are! Also- good Bakugou! For once in my works...

Hope you guys like this and Happy Pride!!

#bnha #bnha au #they're lesbians #fem izuku #quirless hero izuku

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writingwhimsey · 11 months

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All's Fair In Love and War Prologue- Pt 3

Once we crossed the gates of Azuchi Castle. We were dismounting, our horses being taken by attendants to the stables. Ranmaru was smiling brightly at us. Servants were taking the things we had brought with us to the guest rooms we would be staying in while Ranmaru led us to the audience hall. Once we had reached the city gates, a messenger had already gone ahead to the castle so that Nobunaga and his inner circle could prepare to meet us right away.

I was smiling to myself as we made our way through the halls. I wouldn’t expect someone like Nobunaga to greet us at the gates. Though it would be customary since HE was the one asking ME for an alliance. Not to mention, it would be polite to allow weary travelers to freshen up a bit. Then again from what I remember of history, he bucked tradition in many ways and many times. Not to mention it was a good strategy.

He asked me for an alliance, but we meet on HIS terf and on HIS terms. Though that was fine with me. As far as I could tell, Ranmaru hadn’t been able to communicate that the new Lord Yamada was in fact a woman. That would naturally give me my own element of surprise in these negotiations as well. Two could play in this game. I hadn’t come as far as I had by not playing my cards right.

We were soon standing in front of a set of large ornate sliding doors. Azuchi Castle was definitely grand…and allowing me to see just how grand on my way here, smart move I had to say. An intimidation tactic. One that would work on a lesser warlord…but then again I do come from a world with technological marvels that would make these men’s heads spin. Though I did admire the technological feats that such grandeur is at this point in time…as well as appreciate the beauty of the craftsmanship of everything. There was something hollow about modern designs and recreations with their mass production.

“Alright, just through here.” Ranmaru said as he reached to open the doors.

Jiro, Sato, and I followed Ranmaru inside. The room was definitely beautiful. Of course, the beauty of the room wasn’t the only thing I had noticed. On either side, some of the greatest men in history were lined up, all leading towards the dias where a lone figure sat imperiously above the rest.

By descriptions, I could guess the men who sat in the room. Masamune Date was an easy one to figure out, as he had an eye patch, one of the reasons for his moniker of the One Eyed Dragon. He wore a smile on his face as his one blue eye took in me and my vassals.

I could also recognize the ones who must have been Hideyoshi Toyotomi and Mitsuhide Akechi as they were sitting to the right and left of the dias. Then there was a grumpy looking blond who must have been Ieyasu and a rather beautiful man who must have been Mitsunari.

By the time we reached the end of our walk, we were soon before the man himself, Nobunaga Oda. Ranmaru came into a bow before him. “My Lord, I have brought Lord Yamada as requested.” He announced before moving out of the way.

I stepped forward from my group, bowing politely, though not as low as Jiro and Sato did. “Lord Nobunaga, it is an honor to meet you.” I greeted him, my gaze meeting his carnelian eyes.

Nobunaga looked at me curiously, though he wore a smirk of amusement. “YOU are Lord Yamada?” He asked.

“I am.” I answered. “Lord Ava Yamada. Daughter of Riku Yamada and his wife, Kaede.”

“Now the nickname of Tiny Terror makes sense.” Masamune spoke with a chuckle from his place to the side.

“I had thought I recalled rumors that Riku had adopted a daughter.” Nobunaga said.

“Indeed he did.” I replied. “Though I am no man, my father did train me well.”

“Clearly he has since you have suddenly taken so much territory after his death.” Nobunaga replied.

“The Ishihara thought eliminating my father would weaken the clan.” I replied. “I had to show them and their allies that they were wrong.”

“Wouldn’t taking the Ishihara out have sufficed if that was all you wished to accomplish?” The man to Nobunaga’s right spoke. He must have been Hideyoshi.

“One would think, but had I stopped there, the surrounding clans would have thought me weak and that I was just out for revenge.” I replied. “I had to make a show of force that I am no weakling. That I will not allow anyone to trample on my land or my people. I will not roll over and show my belly in the face of danger.”

“You are clearly a force to be reckoned with.” Nobunaga said. “Though having allies would be even more beneficial to you…strong allies at that.”

I smiled. “I am aware.” I replied. “And your goal of unification would be easier when someone with as much land as I have would agree to ally with you rather than battle over it. It would be a waste of resources to battle, even if you did win, it wouldn’t be without a great cost.” I knew my words were daring…and impudent, but I had to make sure that Nobunaga knew I wouldn’t just bow down to have strong allies. I had to make sure he respected me.

“How dare you speak to Lord Nobunaga that way…” Hideyoshi began to protest.

Nobunaga lifted his hand and waved Hideyoshi off dismissively. “Hideyoshi, enough.” He scolded before turning back to me. An amused smile graced his lips. “I admire your audacity. Coming into my castle and speaking to me so.”

“YOU invited ME.” I replied. “YOU are the one asking ME for this alliance.”

“This lass doesn’t pull her punches.” Masamune spoke from his place, leaning over to Mitsuhide. “I like her.”

“This is amusing, indeed.” Mitsuhide agreed.

“Very true.” Nobunaga replied. “And you accepted, which means you are considering the alliance.”

“One can never have too many allies.” I replied, wearing my own smug look.

“Does this mean you wish to discuss terms?” Nobunaga asked.

“If we can reach an agreement, I believe it would be acceptable.” I answered.

Nobunaga smiled. “Then let us discuss terms.”

We spent the next several hours hammering out the details of our alliance before signing and making it official. Right or wrong, I was now going to be making history with the Oda forces.

It was decided that we would stay in Azuchi for the next few days to rest up and that the next night we would have a banquet to celebrate the alliance. Masamune declared he would be fixing something special for the occasion, a gleam in his eyes. We were then given leave to head to our guest rooms to freshen up and rest up for the night.

After washing up and slipping into my night robes, I made myself comfortable in the room I had been given. It was a rather luxurious room and decorated with extravagance for certain. I was getting ready to settle in for the night when I heard a knock…but it was coming from my ceiling rather than my door.

I was reaching for my sword and holding it up in a defensive position as I stared up at the ceiling. “Whoever the hell you are, you had better get out of that ceiling right now.”

I watched as a single ceiling tile moved and then a man was soundlessly jumping from my ceiling. He was then looking up at me, a black mask over the lower half of his face and glasses on his eyes…modern glasses. He was holding his hands up in surrender. “I come in peace.”

I narrowed my eyes at him. There was something that seemed familiar about him. “Who are you?” I asked, still holding my sword defensively.

“It has been a long time…and I am sure it will help when I remove the mask.” He said. He was then slowly moving his hands, his eyes on me as he pulled his mask down. “After all this time, I was starting to think I was never going to find you, Ava. I was beginning to think the worst had happened.”

“Wait…Sasuke?” I asked, blinking in surprise, as I slowly lowered my sword.

He gave me a small smile. “I know I must look a lot different than when we last saw each other, considering we were still kids…and you have definitely changed.”

“I can’t believe it’s you.” I replied, smiling at him. It was hard to believe, but one of the few friends I had back in the modern day was Sasuke. We had gone to the same school since elementary school. He had been an odd kid…and well unfortunately odd can make you a target for other kids. I had been a troubled and angry kid…neither of us fit in with the others, but we had managed to stick together in school.

We were soon sitting down on some cushions in the room and sipping some tea I had quickly brewed. “We have a lot to catch up on.” I said.

Sasuke nodded. “After fifteen years, a lot has changed.” He agreed.

“So…were you…were you looking for me?” I asked him.

Sasuke nodded. “Yes. I knew exactly what had happened when you disappeared that night on the school trip.” He explained. “You know my love of history and of the Sengoku especially…and of science.”

I nodded. “Yes, I remember you talking about all kinds of crazy things that…well they didn’t always make sense to me, but it didn’t annoy me when you talked.”

“Well, I had a theory even back then about wormholes opening up under the right conditions and being able to transport us back in time.” Sasuke explained. “And I knew that when I went to find you at the Hono-ji monument and…well the aftermath of how things looked…I knew one had to have shown up. It took me a long time to figure out the calculations and figure out what the exact conditions were, but I figured it out and managed to find one again…it was actually at Hono-ji once again.”

“Wow…so you’ve really been looking for me all this time?”

Sasuke nodded. “Yes…and furthering my research on wormholes and time travel at the same time.” He answered. “It’s been four years since I arrived. Which is nothing compared to your fifteen years here.”

“That’s still insane that you’ve been here this long…and you’re a ninja now?” I asked, gesturing to his attire.

“Just a useful skill I have picked up here.” Sasuke answered. “Though look at you…you’re a warlord.”

I felt my cheeks reddening a bit. “Well…things happen sometimes…”

Sasuke nodded. “Especially when you get adopted by a warlord.”

“So…you’ve done your research?” I asked.

“You could say my employer has.” Sasuke replied.

I could tell by the way Sasuke said that and averted his eyes…his “employer” must have been an enemy of the Oda forces, which would explain why he was sneaking around in the ceilings. Though I wouldn’t voice that thought. I don’t think it was needed. We both knew, but because of our friendship in the past…we couldn’t acknowledge we were on opposite sides of a conflict now.

“Lots of information nets around here.” I replied with a nod. “So, what are your plans? I mean now that you found me?”

“Well…originally I was going to see if you wanted to return home…to the future…” Sasuke began, “But I can already tell your answer would be no.”

“I have a life here…and people who are counting on me.” I replied. “I have a purpose here i never had back in our time.”

Sasuke gave me one of his signature small smiles. It was barely a twitch of his apparently weak facial muscles, but it was no less sweet than if he had a huge grin. “I am happy that you have found that. I will admit, when you disappeared and I thought about you being here…I was always worried, but it seems you found your way.”

I nodded. “I really have.” I said smiling at my friend. “And what about you? What are your plans for yourself?”

“I’ve made some friends and a life here myself…some people I truly care about.” Sasuke replied.

“So, you’re staying too?” I asked.

Sasuke nodded. “Yes. I hope you don’t mind me dropping by for chats and visits once in a while?” He asked.

“Of course, I don’t mind.” I answered. “You’ll have to come visit me in my home sometime when you have a chance and I’m back there.”

“I would like that.”

We chatted for a while longer before Sasuke was declaring a need to leave. He leapt back up into the ceiling and replaced the tile. It was as if he had never been there. I quickly cleaned up the tea before going to bed. What a truly eventful day I had. An alliance with Nobunaga Oda himself (not to mention meeting the man as well as the other great unifiers of Japan) and reuniting with my friend from the modern day.

It was honestly hard to believe that this was my life now. I mean it was a series of crazy and unbelievable events, yet it was all real. It was MY life…yet I had no idea that it was about to get even crazier.

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Maybe Aizawa has a neice who lives with him? She has the same quirk as her mother (his sister) and her grandmother. She has cat ears, claws, a tail, and cat eyes. When the class meets her one day (she brought her Uncle his lunch) Katsuki is smitten with this kitten.

This is another old ask I have and it's beyond embarrassing answering these bc y'all probably forgot. I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry!!!!!!! I hope you still accept this😔 Aizawa's sister is older than him!!! So the nieces age is the same as the UA students.

Edit: I just read that you said "lives WITH him" omfg im SORRYYYY AHHHHH

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The other day your mother mentioned she would be visiting your Uncle Aizawa and you practically jumped at the chance to see him at the UA high school. It's not like you couldn't wait to see him outside of his job, but seeing the most famous hero school in Japan where your favorite uncle taught who was also a notable pro hero...?!?! It was such a golden opportunity.

"They're outside on the training grounds right now. I'll take you, but not before giving you the ALL EXCLUSIVE UA TOUR!!!" Laughing in agreement, you grin up at Present Mic, the man who you've known since your childhood. He always was hanging around your Uncle Aizawa and made you laugh constantly. He was considered family.

Yamada had met you in front of the school gates, his excitement booming across the courtyard. "YOOOO, (Y/N), LOOK HOW MUCH YOU'VE GROWN!" After laughing and trying to get him to stop reminiscing of you in diapers, he finally escorted you through the building giving you a brief tour. Clutching the packed bento box at your side, you listen to the tour attentively, ears twitching with interest.

"...And this door will take you to the training grounds. They have lunch after this so you came at the perfect time. I have a class to go teach now, but come see me before you leave!" Yamada pats your head and walks off. You push on the door and the sight of your Uncle Aizawa standing in the center of the imitated city made you giddy with excitement. Without thinking, you surge forward, grinning widely. "Uncle!!!"

It all happened in slow motion.

Aizawa turned towards your voice, eyes widening once they focused on you. You saw his hand moving to his scarves, panic evident on his face, as his eyes started to glow that familiar red you missed so much. For a split second, confusion washed over you from the unexpected reaction. Just when you were about to halt and question what's wrong, the hairs on the back of your neck stood up abruptly on high alert.

Without turning around, you crouched as low as you could, building up tension in your legs, your feline quirk enhancing all of your senses. Closing your eyes, you grip the bento tightly in one arm and jump.

Wind whipped at your skin, your ears flattening against your head at the uncomfortable feeling as you launched yourself in the air. Opening your eyes, all you saw was a bright flash of yellow and orange before the ground where you were just standing exploded.

Gasping, instincts suddenly consumed you as you backflipped in the air, falling back down gracefully. The smoke from the explosion made it difficult to see, but your keen senses told you where to drop. You land on a panting figure, hearing him grunt as the two of you fall to the ground. Curses start flying from his mouth as you two wrestle in the smoke. "The fuck-?! What happened to my quirk?!"

Hissing, you finally pin him to the ground, your tail wrapped around his thigh as you straddled his hips. The smoke began to clear and you were met with beautiful angered scarlet eyes that narrowed dangerously on his scratched-up face. Some rubble must've hit his cheek and some dirt flecked across his cheekbones making him even more handsome.

You could see the startled confusion on his face when he finally saw you too, the both of your eyes locked for what seemed like an eternity. Your breathing slowed as his chest still rose with his deep breaths, his hands twitching under your grip, claws extended right above his veins.

You tilted your head slightly, ears twitching in curiosity realizing you walked straight into a training exercise. The boy beneath you finally calmed his breathing as your claws retracted. "Hey-"

"(Y/n)? (Y/n)!" Aizawa's worried voice brought you out of your trance, your trail slowly sliding from around the boy's thigh, and stood up just when Aizawa entered your field of vision.

He looked relieved as soon and he saw you and ran up to give you a hug. "Are you okay?" He sighed and reached up to scratch behind your ear, making you purr. Nodding, you lean into his touch before you remember the death grip you had on the bento box at your side.

"I brought you lunch," you frown, "hopefully it's not all messed up." Handing it over, Aizawa takes it and shakes his head in disbelief.

"I can't believe you, kid. No matter how old you get, you're still reckless. The saying 'curiosity kills the cat' was made because you do reckless actions and almost get yourself killed."

Pouting, you look back down at the boy who still hasn't moved, his eyes widened in shock as he watched you and Aizawa's interaction. "I'm not going to get killed," you stress, "I caught him. See?"

Aizawa finally turns his attention to the boy who was on the ground. "Bakugou." The seething voice that came from your Uncle surprised you until you heard the name.

"Bakugou?! As in the sports festival Bakugou?!" With the tension forgotten, you turn back to the boy who was still too stunned to move, various questions swirling in your mind.

"Aizawa-sensei!" A group of voices could be heard before a strong wind came out of nowhere, making you close your eyes at the force. When it suddenly stopped, you opened to find the smoke had dispersed and that you were in the middle of a rocky crater. You breathed out a breathless 'wow' as Bakugou finally stood up abruptly.

A group of students slid down the side of the crater and Aizawa sighed and muttered to himself, "Why can we never have a normal training class?"

A boy with glasses came running over at the speed of light making your tail twitch in surprise. "Aizawa-sensei are you alright? We went to fetch Kendo after seeing the explosion happen in the CCTV room. A random figure came running at you as well, so we were concerned it was a vil-"

Aizawa raised his hand, making the boy stop talking, and motioned to you. "Class, this is my niece, (Y/n)."

Smiling you wave at everyone, the silence deafeningly awkward. All at once the class surrounded you and bombarded you with questions you couldn't make out. Aizawa's quirk flashed and they all became silent and backed off in apology.

"Ah!" You bow suddenly to the class. "I'm sorry I ran in on your class time! I was just excited to see Uncle Aizawa, so I was selfish to risk lives when I didn't know the situation." When you were finished with your apology, you straighten out and smile sheepishly to the class, seeing some of the boys blush and look away.

Aizawa sighs, looking drained from everything that just happened. "Class is dismissed. Bakugou, (Y/n), stay here." The class mumbled and walked back over to climb out of the crater.

Turning towards you two, Aizawa glared at Bakugou but then sighed. "I can't grade you today because of my niece's disturbance. I would've expelled you if landed that hit on her. But..." Aizawa glances at you and saw your anxious expression. "...I know she wouldn't want me to do that. Be nice, Bakugou, or I will expel you. Dismissed."

Aizawa walks off with the bento and you turn towards Bakugou who looked even more pissed off. "Like hell I would've hit her! I saw her jump out of the way and we were told to come at you with all we got!" He shouts after Aizawa, who only raises his hand in acknowledgment.

You giggle, making the blonde whip his head towards you. "I think he knows that. He just acts tough when it comes to me." You step forward to the explosion hero, feeling bashful that your Uncle left you alone with him. "Sorry about ruining your training today."

Bakugou eyed you up and down, a small pink tint forming on his cheeks when he looked at your tail again before adverting his eyes. "Yeah, well. Something always fucking happens anyway."

Your eyes catch on the twitching of his arms, a small grimace of pain twisting up his face. "Did you overdo it? Where's the infirmary at? I'll come with you." You reach out and grab one of his hands, startling him.

"What-hng-!" Gently, you massage his forearms as you urge him to start walking. The scent of caramel-filled your nose and a low purr escaped your mouth. Hoping he didn't hear, you avoid looking back but could see a flash of white out of the corner of your eye.

"Do you know where you're going?" The cocky tone startled you and you paused turning to him with your bright red face. Shaking your head slowly, Bakugou's smirk widens and he leans in closer, the caramel smell more potent than before making your eyes dilate.

"...Tch. Such a confident kitty. It's this way." Bakugou turns from you and removes his arm from your grasp before heading out of the other side of the crater. You follow behind at a distance and see his ears bright red.

~*~*~*~*

On the way to the infirmary, Bakugou mentally exhausts himself trying to convince himself he doesn't find Aizawa's niece attractive but fails miserably. The feeling of your tail wrapped around his thigh as you had glanced down at him in wonder was permanently etched into his memory. Or the sound of your small purr when you massaged his arm.

You had stayed with him until recovery girl finished her treatment, and walked with him back to class. Along the way, you asked him many questions about his quirk and told him about how you saw him on TV during the sports festival. Your genuine excitement made his heart race pick up though he didn't show it.

Arriving back to the classroom, Aizawa shot him a look that made uneasiness run down his spine as he took his seat. Unknowingly, you skipped over to your Uncle and he reintroduced you to the class as the questions from before resurface and you answered a few. Bakugou scoffed and the fierce scribbling he heard from behind him but nonetheless paid the same attention to your talking as you did to him.

He found a small smirk on his face when you glanced at him when mentioning some heroes you like (a question asked by Kirishima). He felt a burning gaze at the side of his head and shifted to see the low burning red glare of Aizawa.

Bakugou nonchalantly shifted his gaze back to you and tried not to react. How the hell was he supposed to get close to you with the old man around? Tch...overprotective much?

He'll just have to do it in secret then. After all, he noticed you slipping something into his jacket earlier when he grabbed his clothes to go change. This old man can't shelter her forever. And her fighting sense was pretty good...we'll just have to make plans then.

Smirking fully again, Bakugou leaned back in his chair as you finished up talking and said your goodbyes. As Aizawa went back to teaching, (Y/n) caught his eye and shot him a small wink.

He shot one back, watching a cute blush cover her cheeks as the door closed. Anticipation rolled in his stomach as he couldn't wait to see his kitty cat again.

#answering the rest of these asks ks going to be embarrassing #bc my blog just started last year and i never officially opened my ask box #bc i was writing my ideas and so when i git these i was just like #??? omg what? me?#again.... sorry #my hero academia x reader #my hero academia #mha #mha x reader #bnha #bnha x reader #boku no hero academia #bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugou x reader #bakugou x reader #bakugo x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugo katsuki

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