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you text them that you're in heat pt.2

alpha! aizawa, keigo, shinso, tenya x omega!fem!reader⋆｡°✩ — swearing, suggestive

pt.1

⋆˙⟡Looking. Shota Aizawa x Art Teacher!Fem!Reader.⟡⋆˙

⋆.˚✮Valentine’s Day story 2/14✮˚.⋆

Warnings; swearing, pining, stupidly silly interactions and Mic’s wingman-ness.

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Enjoy babes ✧˖°.

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Shota walked into the teachers lounge, his tired eyes scanning the room, gazing upon the computers and a few of his colleagues chatting amongst each other. He sighed tiredly and walked to the counter, pouring himself a steaming hot cup of coffee.

He brought the hot cup to his lips and took a slow sip, enjoying the bitter taste of the black liquid on his tongue. He knew most people preferred coffee with either sugar or cream in it, but he was content to drink black coffee. It was simple.

That was the thing about it, it was plain, easy. It wasn’t complex with layers that could add unnecessary components to something that didn’t need to be complicated.

Shota admired the simpler things in life, opting for a minimalistic lifestyle. His apartment was pretty barren, aside from the records he had on a shelf with his record player, and the few pictures of Hizashi and Shirakumo he had on his walls.

He wasn’t one for complicated feelings, and opted out of them if he could. However, there was one thing he couldn’t pick the simple route with.

Shota dragged his tired eyes from his coffee, to Hizashi, seeing him laughing and talking with a certain someone.

A huff escaped the man through his nose as he felt a small heat crawl up to his ears. This was the one thing he couldn’t seem to make simple.

This new school year, a new teacher joined the teaching staff, along with All Might. She was beautiful, with a keen eye for art and detail.

This new teacher was soft spoken, considerate, and made his cold heart feel warm. He scoffed as he heard soft laughter at one of Hizashi’s horrible jokes, glancing up to see you speaking with him, covering your mouth.

He furrowed his brows, a small twinge of something along the lines of longing pulling at his heart strings. Damn him and his feelings.

Shota looked down at his coffee, seeing his reflection staring back at him. His tired eyes, shaggy hair, the scar under his right eye and his ungroomed face. He shouldn’t get wrapped up in someone- someone who wouldn’t look his way.

What Aizawa was unaware of, was the soft and tender gazes you shot his way. You were always looking at him, even if he wasn’t aware.

You glanced over at him and smiled softly, feeling a warm flutter in your chest, and a gentle heat rise to your cheeks.

Hizashi followed your gaze and grinned “Pretty interested in the coffee maker over there?” He asked, elbowing you with a smirk, his grin growing as you blushed a bit harder.

“Something like that” you said softly, your eyes still resting on the man enjoying his coffee, his eyes closing as he tilted his head back and sipped from his cup, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he drank down the hot coffee.

Hizashi clicked his tongue and sighed exasperatedly “you’re really looking at Shota, you got a crush on him or something?” He asked, raising a brow and crossing his arms, leaning closer to you as he also gazed at Aizawa.

You hummed and looked down, tucking your hair behind your ear “please, we’re not kids, Hizashi, crush is a strong word. More like..I find him endearing.”

Hizashi chuckled and turned his attention from his his high school best friend, to you, giving you a sympathetic smile “you know he’s the most emotionally closed off and emotionally constipated man on the planet, right?”

You simply blushed and rubbed the back of your neck, looking away from him with sligjtly puffed cheeks. He was taking your affectionate gazes rhetorical entirely wrong way! You weren’t expecting a relationship with Aizawa! You barely spoke to the guy!

It wasn’t like you had dreamt about how softly Shota would tuck your hair behind your ear, gently caressing your cheek with his calloused hand and murmuring softly to you with his heavenly voice, telling you how beautiful you were.

Noooo no no, that wasn’t it at all!….right?

You sighed and chewed on your cheek, thinking before hesitantly replying to Hizashi, “yeah..I’ve picked that up from him.” Was all you could say. You knew it was true, Aizawa wasn’t an open book when it came to anything. You knew little to nothing about the man, but that couldn’t stop your heart from yearning for his touch and delicate voice.

Hizashi smiled a little and sighed, patting your shoulder “There there, Y/n, it’s not like you’re totally hopeless! He is human, after all, so you’ve definitely got a chance to win him over!” He said with his cheery tone, almost making you forget about your conflicting feelings.

You offered a small smile to the man as he threw an arm around your shoulder, grinning back at you. “Thanks, Yamada, but I’m not expecting some crazy relationship or expecting him to open up his emotions with me. I’m sure these silly feelings will go away.”

Hizashi felt his smile falter, before he huffed. In all honesty, he’d been hoping your resolve was stronger than that, he didn’t want you to give up on his best friend! Even if his friend barely knew how to express his emotions, he was a very interesting and intelligent guy!

Hizashi let his arm fall from your shoulder and crossed them, leaning closer to you “Y/n, listen to me. Once you get to know Shota, he can be one of the -genuinely- most considerate and supportive guys I know. He gave me the drive I needed to finally start my dream of running a radio show, so trust me, he’s a great guy under the stoic facade he puts up.”

You felt your heart thump in your chest, a soft blush creeping up your cheeks. Aizawa did seem like the supportive type.

You rubbed your arm and glanced at the man, who’d migrated to his desk, grabbing some things and sifting through his folders. Did you really have a chance? Would he bat an eye at you? Would he reject you?

These thoughts swarmed your head as you gazed at him. However, your eyes caught the sight of a package of caramel hard candies sitting on his desk, Aizawa reaching into the pack and pulling one out, popping it into his mouth as he stood.

You furrowed your brows before an idea came to your mind. A smile formed on your lips and you glanced to Hizashi “I think..I think I’ll try and maybe get a bit closer to him, try and figure him out a bit before I jump into asking him out or anything like that.

Hizashi visibly brightened and grinned “wait actually? That’s awesome! Shota really needs someone to understand him and look out for him. He deserves it, you know?”

You nodded and glanced at Aizawa as he walked past you. You caught a whiff of his cologne and smiled, your knees feeling weak. “Yeah..I get what you mean” you mumbled, a stupid, small smile gracing your lips. Were you were really gonna try and get closer with someone as prickly as Shota Aizawa?

Yes.

Yes you were.

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Part 2

Thanks so so so much for reading! This is my first Aizawa one shot, and I’m thinking about making it a part two, soooo maybe there’ll be more! Anyways, have a wonderful night my beautiful people!

Confession

Shouta Aizawa x drunk reader

🌙Scenario/Oneshot

"Heyyy cutieee" you tell the man in the bar you’re not sure how drunk you were but sure as hell you were intoxicated with just about anything. The man chuckled and looked at you with a sly smirk. "Well, aren't you a feisty one." he said, clearly enjoying your drunken flirting.

"Yaaa I am" you hiccup leaning in for a kiss on the stranger but someone stops you, Aizawa appeared behind you and grabbed your shoulder, pulling you back towards him.

"That's enough, you're coming with me." he said sternly.

"What where are we goin?" You ask as He wrapped his arm around your waist, leading you out of the bar.

"I'm taking you home. You're too drunk to be here by yourself." His low voice stated it sounded worried but aggressive

"Mhhh do you even know wha I livee?" You laugh,He rolled his eyes and sighed in frustration.

"No, I don't know where you live. That's why I'm taking you to my place. I'm not leaving you alone in this state."

"Mhhh" you give him a hum, He’s practically dragged you out of the bar and into a taxi, making sure you didn't stumble or fall.

"You're such a handful when you're drunk," he murmured as he gave the taxi driver his address.

you start to fall asleep on Aizawa slowly playing with his hands. Aizawa noticed your head slump onto his shoulder as you started to doze off. He smiled softly, enjoying the feeling of your touch as you mindlessly played with his hands.

Aizawa's heart raced as you played with his fingers, your grip on them unyielding. He gulped as you began to kiss his fingers, soft little taps that sent pleasant shivers down his spine. He tried to remain stoic, but the flush on his cheeks betrayed him.

"When are we getting outtt" you whined.

Aizawa tore his gaze from your wandering hand and looked out the taxi window.

"We're almost there." he replied, his voice strained. He wanted to look back at you, to watch your every move, but he forced himself to keep his eyes averted, his willpower being tested. You continue with why you were doing to his fingers giving them multiple kisses Aizawa couldn't help but gasp as your lips touched his fingers, leaving several light kisses along the digits. His heart pounded in his chest, and he felt a mixture of desire and confusion coursing through him.

"You..you're drunk," he stuttered, trying to regain his composure. "

You don't know what you're doing."

"Mhhh", "I know who I want to doo~" you giggle to yourself

Leaving aizawa a blushing mess furiously as your words sent a jolt of electricity through his body. But he forced himself to remember that you were drunk and not in your right mind.

"You don't," he stated firmly, even as his body ached to pull you closer.

"You don't know what you're saying. You're just drunk and talking crazy."

"Waaa I doo!" You exclaim grabbing onto the taxi drivers collar

Aizawa's eyes widened with a mix of disbelief and quickly grabbed your wrist, pulling you away from the taxi driver and back towards him.

"No, you're not," he hissed, his grip on your wrist firm, "You're not going anywhere near any other man tonight. You're coming with me."

"Mhhh nooo" you look at him with sadness

Aizawa's heart ached at the look of sadness in your eyes, but he was resolute. He leaned in close, his grip on your wrist unwavering.

"Yes, you are," he stated firmly, "You're coming with me, and you're not leaving my sight for the rest of the night. You need to sober up and come to your senses….” Quietness filled the car ride untill you spoke up.

"This car is so boring..."

Aizawa rolled his eyes at your statement, but he couldn't help but agree with you. The taxi ride felt like it was taking forever, with the silence and the tension growing between the two of you.

He decided to try and distract you, anything to divert your attention from the boredom and the alcohol coursing through your system.

"Hey, why don't you tell me why you were out drinking tonight? Why were you at some random club anyway?" He question With curiosity.

"Trying to distract myself" you hiccup

Aizawa raised an eyebrow at your response. He could sense that there was something deeper behind your drinking, something you were trying to escape from.

"Distract yourself from what?" he inquired, his voice gentle yet persistent.

"What has you so worked up that you feel the need to drown your sorrows in alcohol?"

"Oh aizawaaa you wouldn't understand” you reply in despair

Aizawa's expression softened at the hint of despair in your voice. He had an inkling that he knew what you were going through, more than you might realize.

"Try me," he said gruffly, shifting closer to you in the cramped taxi. "I may be a jaded teacher, but I'm not completely oblivious to the troubles of life. Whatever it is you're dealing with, I might understand more than you think." he chuckles at his words.

"Uggg fine since you insist, I was distracting myself from love " you snuggle next to him

Aizawa's heart ached as you revealed the source of your turmoil. He had suspected it might be something along those lines, but hearing you confirm it made his chest tighten with emotion. He wrapped his arm around you, allowing you to snuggle closer to him.

"Love, huh?" he murmured, his voice soft.

"It can be a real thorn in the side sometimes, can't it?"

"Yes... it can... and it hurts a lot Aizawa ... it hurts so much..." you start to calm down with tears filling your eyes, Aizawa felt the pain in your words, the raw emotion behind them. He could see the tears welling up in your eyes, and it tugged at his heartstrings.

"I know it hurts," he replied, his voice gentle yet tinged with a hint of sorrow,

"Believe me, I understand. Love isn't always sunshine and rainbows. It can be messy, complicated, and yes, it can hurt like hell."

"I just wish he'd love me too..." you sigh

Aizawa's heart sank further as you voice your wish for reciprocated love. He had a feeling he knew who you were talking about could it be torshino or possibly hizashi?, it weighed heavily on his mind. He tried to maintain a neutral expression as he asked,

"This...this person you're in love with, he doesn't love you back?"

" I'm not sure... but sometimes I just feel he doesn't love me .. I just know it ..."

Aizawa felt the sadness in your voice, the uncertainty and the despair. He knew that feeling of insecurity and doubt all too well.

He pulled you a little closer, his arm tight around you in a comforting gesture.

"Sometimes our own insecurities can cloud our judgment," he said softly, "It's possible he does love you but doesn't know how to express it, or maybe you're misreading the signs."

"He's so handsome ..., he's everything to me, he's someone l'd die for..." you bite your lip holding in the cries, He tried to remain composed, but his voice wavered as he spoke,

"You feel so strongly for him. It's clear he means the world to you..."

"He does ..."

Aizawa nodded slowly, his grip on you tightening ever so slightly. He could hear the depth of your feelings behind those words, the devotion and loyalty you held for this person.

"And does he know how you feel about him?" he asked quietly, his eyes fixed on your solemn expression.

" mhhh no ... I'm afraid ... he'll say no... he's very busy... he's a teacher yk ..." you laugh at the teacher comment Aizawa's heart sank even further at your response, realizing you were talking about a fellow teacher his suspensions could be true he couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness mixed with a flicker of hope. He tried to sound casual as he replied,

"Ah, a teacher huh? Yep, we're a busy bunch, always grading papers and dealing with troublesome students." He chuckles

"Yes he's so cute when he's in his sleeping bag" you giggle and position yourself to say on his lap

Aizawa's breath hitched as you moved to perch on his lap, your words sending a wave of confusion and...dare he say, pleasure through him. He tried to keep a nonchalant expression, his body tensing under your touch.

"Ah, the sleeping bag," he managed to respond, his voice slightly strained. "Yes, that's my preferred napping method in the teacher's lounge."

"Yes he's so cute I love him so much" you try not to doze off his warmth Aizawa's mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. On one hand, he wanted to correct you, to tell you to stop speaking so honestly. But on the other hand, he couldn't deny the pleasure he felt hearing you praise him, even if you possibly mistook him for another teacher. He shifted a little uncomfortable under you, trying to maintain some semblance of composure.

"You... You think he's cute, huh?" he managed to say, his voice slightly hoarse.

" yes so cuteee i love him so much..." as you doze off before whispering his name "shota... mhmhm love you so much..."

Aizawa's heart skipped a beat as you sleepily murmured his name and confessed your love. A mix of shock, disbelief, and something else stirred within him it was him.. you loved him, this causing his chest to tighten as he looked down at you as you dozed off on his lap, your words playing in his mind on repeat. He sat there, conflicted and torn, his feelings a tangled mess.

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HIII, I wanted to ask for a one shot (if possible) about Aizawa x idol!reader, that it's about the reader being a Kpop idol, and Aizawa is very obsessed with her and goes to all her concerts and spies on her and etc.. . something like that

(Laser: Hello! Thanks for the request :) This was an interesting one to work on and I hope I did it justice. It kind of goes full yandere at the end, so I hope that's alright.)

Idol-ization (Aizawa/F!Idol!Reader)

Content: Yandere themes, obsession, stalking, kidnapping.

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Aizawa couldn't explain it.

He had no interest in idols, in celebrity culture in general. Your music wasn't anything like the music he usually listened to, and he'd never been one to be swayed by the looks of a beautiful woman.

But the moment he saw you, he just knew he was doomed. And maybe he'd doomed you, too.

You were in Japan as a part of your world tour, performing concerts and the occasional interview in-between. One of those interviews was with "Put Your Hands Up! Radio" and Mic, who was actually a fan of your music, wouldn't shut up about having the opportunity to meet you. Aizawa had no interest in it, but he let his friend carry on about it anyway.

He happened to be stopping by Mic’s radio station to discuss UA business the day of your interview. He caught some of the end of it as he waited for his friend outside of the broadcast booth, watching you chat with the voice hero live on air through the glass window.

He was struck then by your grace, holding yourself in the way a princess might. By your laugh, a sound that smoothly washed over him, warm and sweet. And your eyes-

God, your eyes.

So… genuine and alluring. There was sincerity there, a spirit that drew him in, and he found that he couldn’t look away from you.

As the interview came to an end, Mic was eager to introduce the two of you. You smiled at Aizawa and shook his hand, and Aizawa was surprised by the softness of your skin, how delicate and breakable you felt in his grasp. He’d forgotten how fragile a person could be.

He followed you back to your hotel that night.

A full week passed of surveilling your every move before he could stop and consider what the hell he was even doing.

This wasn’t normal. This wasn’t behavior wasn’t healthy, especially regarding a stranger. He knew this, but he couldn’t stop himself. He was so fascinated by you, your every move enchanted for him for reasons he couldn’t even begin to understand.

Aizawa learned a lot about you in a short amount of time. Your every waking moment was centered around your career, you were constantly rehearsing, exercising, going to interviews, performances. He learned some of your songs by heart, learned your catchphrases, your brand tie-ins, your style.

He also learned how strict you were with yourself, maintaining your appearance and persona with a level of discipline he rarely saw in anyone. You didn’t allow yourself a single slip-up or indulgence. The grace he was struck by when he first met you was something that you diligently maintained.

He was impressed by your commitment, but also concerned. Constantly working like that wasn’t sustainable (the irony of him having such a thought was completely lost on him). There was only so long someone could continue going the way you were before shutting down.

There were other concerns, too, like just how poor your security was.

You had a small, pitiful detail that had not once caught on to Aizawa’s presence, who barely managed to maintain your precious privacy away from your fans, who wouldn’t stand a chance should a real threat approach you. He’d tailed you when you went to your performances and interviews, sneaking into venues and studios with alarming ease. He had to grit his teeth when he watched your security allow people to get too close. At times, a fan even managed to touch your arm or just barely graze through your beautiful hair. It infuriated him.

You were too vulnerable. You didn’t have an offensive quirk and you had no fighting experience, so there was no way you could properly defend yourself. And the people who were supposed to be looking out for you were doing a piss poor job.

You would never have to worry about anything if Aizawa were there. He knew he could protect you, keep you safe, maybe even convince you to get some rest. If it were up to him.

The last straw was when the inevitable happened and your pathetic security allowed a fan to get through while you were resting one evening (early morning, actually) in your hotel room after a performance. The bastard actually managed to get into your room, catching you by surprise as you were trying to enjoy one of your few precious minutes of free time.

Fortunately, Aizawa was looking out for you. He was in the room and had the pest wrapped up in his capture weapon before you could even scream, anger and a fierce protectiveness the likes of which he’d never felt before coursing through his veins.

When you turned those gorgeous eyes of yours to him, expression full of confusion, dawning recognition, and the lingering hints of fear, he felt his heart throb painfully. He crossed the room to you, grasping your shoulders gently, but firmly. You looked so beautiful, yet so fragile. Too fragile. This world was too dangerous for you, and as that thought cemented itself in his head, something dark and twisted settled in his chest.

He squeezed your shoulders, the gesture meant to be comforting, but there was a possessive edge to it.

“Don’t worry,” he said quietly, a tone of finality to his voice, “I’ll never let anyone hurt you.” He pulled you closer to him, your surprised resistance, still not completely grasping the situation you were in, doing little to stop him.

“I’m going to keep you safe.”

That night, a famous idol on tour in Japan disappeared from her hotel room without a trace.

(Requests)

Jealousy, Jealousy (MHA/Fem!Reader)

Summary: Where you're not jealous. Definitely not. (MHA characters reacting to their girlfriend getting jealous. Part 1?)

Characters: Dabi, Aizawa

Content: Jealousy. Violence and Unhinged!Reader in the Dabi one.

MHA-MHA-MHA

Dabi

You stalked out of the bar, leaving behind the chaos you just caused.

Cold rage coursed through your veins, your pulse pounding in your throat. You could still see that woman's hands all over Dabi, hear the sweet words she was whispering in his ear. That stupid look on her face, the confidence she had that she would be able to take what was yours.

She's lucky all you gave her was a few broken bones.

A hand caught your wrist and you reacted quickly, spinning around drawing on your quirk, ready to strike.

"Take it easy, Angel," Dabi's grinning face, full of twisted amusement, both calmed and paradoxically infuriated you. "It's just me."

You scoffed, the sound a cobra's hiss, and let up on your quirk. You straightened up and pulled away from his grasp in favor of crossing your arms. You'd left him behind when you stormed out, eager to get out before you truly lost control.

He chuckled at your behavior, at the anger still radiating off of you. He was undaunted by it, moving closer, fingers skating along your upper arms. "What was that about, pretty girl? Feeling jealous?"

"I'm not jealous," you spun away from him and began walking again, his skulking footsteps following you. "I just don't tolerate anyone disrespecting me to my face."

"Sure, sure," he obviously didn't buy it.

"Don't piss me off," you snapped, walking faster, "you weren't exactly discouraging the attention, you know."

"And miss out on the show?" you were spun around to face him again and he pushed you up against a wall. His eyes pierced you, his voice a pleasant purr, "not a chance."

You tried to hold onto your anger, but a new kind of heat burned through you at the look on his face, the feeling of his hand running up your side. He nuzzled into your neck, his tongue dragging along your skin and making you shiver.

"Do you know how fucking sexy you looked? Raging like that, all over little old me," he grabbed a handful of your hair, tilting your head back so he could gain better access to your neck. "Vicious girl..."

Your eyelids fluttered and you gripped his shoulders tight as he began to bite and suck at your neck. Possessive lust hazed over your mind and you pulled him closer.

Dabi was yours, and you'd tear apart anyone who dared to try and take him from you.

Aizawa

It was stupid.

You were a grown woman, well beyond the age of petty bouts of jealousy-

And yet.

Sometimes, seeing Shouta's friends, like Miss Joke and Midnight, playfully flirt with him in the way that they did...

It got to you.

And you hated it. Because you knew they were just joking, knew they had no interest in Shouta. And Shouta never entertained their jokes at all, shooting them down in that stern way of his. You had nothing to worry about.

But sometimes, you could still feel the heat rise up under your collar, the tension in your jaw, the urge to tell them to knock it off sitting ready on your tongue. But you didn't. You didn't want to be that girl. You didn't want to make a big deal out of an obvious joke, be the girlfriend that was so insecure she had to bare her teeth at every woman that came near her man.

So you said nothing. But that didn't mean Shouta didn't notice something was bothering you. He knew you so well.

MHA-MHA-MHA

"What's the matter?"

You blinked, glancing over at Shouta as his voice brought you out of your thoughts. The two of you had just left after getting dinner with some of your UA colleagues and were walking home. At some point, after a few rounds of drinks, Midnight had turned her suggestive persona in Shouta's direction. You'd also had a drink or two at this point and couldn't help but leave the table, using the excuse of needing the restroom to step away and cool off for a while. The attempt to calm down didn't work, and you'd remained quiet and closed off for the rest of the evening.

"Nothing," you weren't very convincing, you knew, but you still tried. "Nothing's the matter."

"Hm," he hummed thoughtfully, not saying anything for a few minutes as you continued on your walk. But that didn't mean he was dropping the subject, "you've been quiet since Kayama started in on her antics."

Your mouth twisted into a soft grimace when he hit the nail on the head, "...she was just joking," you said, something you reassured yourself of many a time.

"She was," he agreed quietly, "but it still bothered you."

It wasn't a chastisement, merely an observation, but you still felt embarrassed. You didn't look at him, a horrid blush burning on your face as your silence answered for you.

His hand closed around yours, the familiar warmth a comforting balm to your nerves. "I'll tell her to stop. Joke, too." He really it all figured out, didn't he?

"No," you disagreed, and damn it, why was your throat tight? Why did your eyes burn? "I'm being- I'm just being childish."

"You're not being childish," slowly, Shouta stopped walking, pulling you to a stop as well. He used a gentle hand to guide you into looking up at him, and all you saw was his calm patience that you adored so much. "It's making you uncomfortable, so it's worth addressing."

His thumb brushed over your cheek, the tenderness of the action, of his words, coaxed a few tears out of you. You sniffled, nodding quietly. You still felt so embarrassed, but a part of you felt so relieved to finally have it out in the open, and to have Shouta take it seriously.

He brought you into a hug, and you pressed your face into his chest, the press of his hand resting on the back of your head grounding you.

"I'm sorry," you whispered.

"Don't be," he said reassuringly.

(Requests)

They Made You Cry (MHA/Fem!Reader)

(Laser: I'm sad today, so I curse you with angst.)

Summary: MHA characters reacting to making their girlfriend cry. (Angst, arguments, and some unhealthy relationship dynamics.)

Characters: Bakugou, Dabi, Aizawa, Shigaraki, Midoriya

MHA-MHA-MHA

Bakugou

Katsuki's heart sinks when he sees the unmistakable wetness that mists over your eyes. What's worse, what really makes him feel like the worst kind of bastard, is the way you shy away from his gaze with a sense of bitter defeat. Like he's getting what he wanted. Like his victory, his intention, was pushing you to tears.

As if he could ever consider this a victory.

"H-Hey..." he reaches out to you, awkward and unsure. He's so bad at dealing with tears, especially yours. It's so much easier to take on whatever piece of shit that's made you cry, but in this case, it's him. He's the piece of shit.

You sniffle, hurriedly brushing past him, equal parts angry and hurt.

"Whatever, Katsuki."

Dabi

The thing about you is that you're so damn unpredictable. Sweet one second, drawing blood the next.

Dabi kind of loves it. It keeps things from becoming boring, getting stale. And you're so hot when your eyes are ablaze with whatever emotion is overcoming you.

Just like right now, in the middle of some pointless, bullshit argument, when something he says makes you snap. You tackle him to the ground, your hands fisting into his jacket as you yell in his face. All he can do is grin up at you dangerously, just as angry, but equally as enticed by just how vibrant you look in this moment.

Then something even sweeter happens.

Big, fat tears begin to drip from your wild eyes, and Dabi sucks in a breath. You sob, frustrated and overwhelmed, and his cold, little heart warms at the sight.

"Oh, pretty girl..."

His arms wrap around you as you cry into his chest, cursing his name all the while. He strokes your hair, twisted affection squirming in his chest like a nest of spiders.

Always so unpredictable and entertaining.

Aizawa

"(Name), I-" Shouta falters, all the anger and frustration from your argument washed away by cold, all-consuming guilt at the sight of the tears slipping down your face.

You hurriedly wipe them away, stepping back, away from him, and the guilt deepens.

He knows you hate crying in front of him, even when it isn't his fault. It makes you feel weak, and he knows you worry he'll think less of you, that he'll find your more emotional way of being "irrational."

You turn, hiding your face as you try to walk away, but he stops you, gently catching you by the arm.

"Wait," he pleads, his voice gentle, "I'm sorry." Because no argument is worth making you cry.

"I don't want you to see me like this," you mutter, your head down. But at least you're not pulling away from him. He takes that as a good sign.

"Don't hide from me," he urges. He takes you by the chin and tilts your head up so he can look at you properly. He brushes your tears away, regretful that they're there in the first place. "Let's talk about this, okay?"

He's always so stubborn, set in his ways. But he'll try to meet you in the middle, to understand your perspective. You're worth it.

Shigaraki

Tomura feels no guilt at the sight of your tears, only vindictive satisfaction. Good. He'd been aiming to hurt you when he said those words to you. He really can't stand the way you make him feel sometimes, so he's happy to return the favor.

"You're seriously crying?" he taunts with a cruel smirk, poking at your cheek with a mocking finger.

You smack his hand away, "fuck you, Tomura, you fucking prick," you hiss, trying not to cry even more in front of him. You turn and storm away from him before things get even worse.

"You're so pathetic!" he calls after you, making sure you can hear him before you slam the door behind you.

He huffs, standing there and scratching at his neck. You're so damn overdramatic, a pain in his ass. You deserve to cry a little for the shit you put him through.

The image of your tear-filled face flashes through his mind. He ignores the way it makes his stomach twist with discomfort.

Midoriya

Izuku feels his own eyes fill with tears, watching you hug yourself and cry in front of him.

"(N-Name)... please don't cry..." he begs, his hands brushing up and own your arms, trying to console you.

"I thought I was never going to see you again," you cry, your words making his heart ache. You scrub a shaking hand over your eyes, "I was so s-scared for you!"

"I'm sorry, (Name)," he pulls you into a hug, his own tears running free. He really scared you this time. It was a close call. "It's okay, I'm okay. I'm here."

He shushes you gently, guilt spreading through his chest at the distress he's caused you. His job is always going to cause you to worry, the only thing he can do is try his best to come home to you at the end of the day.

(Requests)

Why You Broke Up With Them (MHA/Reader)

Summary: The reason why you broke up with various MHA characters. Part 1? (Angst up ahead. This isn't intended to be bashing, it's just a fun angsty thought exercise for the drama lol) Part 2

Characters: Iida, Bakugou, Aizawa, and Yamada

MHA-MHA-MHA

Iida

His family expectations. He's a legacy hero and he's expected to honor and carry on the values of the Iida family. You found yourself struggling more and more to fit the mold laid out for you as the partner of the next head of the family, to navigate the world of the hero industry's elite. You decided it would be for the best that you parted ways.

Bakugou

He was way too busy, constantly training or out on patrol, constantly on the grind. He always demanded perfection from himself as a hero, never letting himself slow down, he spread himself too thin and your relationship ended up falling through the cracks. It got to the point where you felt more like his roommate than his partner, and any attempt to suggest he needed better balance in his life only led to arguments.

Aizawa

He pushed you away. He was always distant when it came to your relationship, it felt like he was keeping you at arms length. He didn't want to admit just how much he felt for you, because that would mean that you were another person he was afraid of losing. So scared of this loss, he kept himself shut away and allowed the distance between you to grow until it was impossible to cross anymore.

Yamada

He never let you see the real him. It didn't take long into your relationship to realize that Present Mic was just a persona he put on, one he used to protect his inner, true self. Even out of costume, he still kept so much of that persona going in front of you, rarely did you get to see the real Hizashi. It never felt like you were with an actual person, try as he might it was too much to put down the act.

(Requests)

Ask No Questions (Aizawa/Fem!Reader)

Summary: Despite sleeping with the man a couple of times, there's not a lot you know about your neighbor, Aizawa. Perhaps that's for the best, you've never been a fan of complications. (FWB to Lovers? Aizawa/Reader. Reader is female.)

(Content: Blood and injury, needles, no smut.)

-MHA-MHA-MHA-

It's the middle of the night when you hear a horrendous crash sound from your fire escape, followed by a muffled groan. It's enough of a commotion to draw you from your insomnia-driven TV marathon to go and investigate.

You push the window up, poking your head out into the cool night air. Illuminated by the moonlight is the crumpled, bloodied form of your neighbor and occasional fuck-buddy, Aizawa Shouta, laid out on the landing and breathing harshly.

Well, shit.

You haul yourself out onto the fire escape without grace, your bare feet making contact with the too-cold metal grating. You're not exactly surprised to see Aizawa in this state. You have no idea what he does for work, but you've seen the bruises and scars on his body, how he never seems to be fully healed at any given time. He gets into fights, lots of them, that much is certain. However, this is your first time seeing him faring quite so poorly after coming back from... whatever it is he does when he slinks out of the apartment complex.

"Aizawa," you say, alerting him of your presence in case he didn't notice you come out. From the way he grunts in acknowledgement instead of startling, perhaps he had noticed. You make your way over to his side, crouching down beside him.

He's looking rougher than usual. The blood trickling down the side of his face from somewhere past his hairline is the most eye-catching at the moment, but there's plenty of other cuts and scrapes besides that, and the way he's clutching his bloodied side can't mean anything good. But when his dark eyes meet yours, there's clarity there, you're thankful for that.

"Do you want an ambulance?" you ask him evenly. Maybe you should just call for one, this might be over your head. But you don't know what side of the law he's on.

The question gets him moving, and he pushes himself into a sitting position with great effort. He doesn't look much better now that he's upright.

"I'm fine," he says, not fine. Stubborn, though.

No ambulance, then.

You twist your mouth to side in thought then sigh, pushing yourself up. "Okay, let's get you patched up."

It takes a lot of effort to get him into your apartment through the window. He doesn't protest your offer to help, but you have a feeling it's because he's so focused on muffling his noises of pain. You practically dump him onto your old, shitty couch, not too bothered by the idea of a few more bloodstains on it, and go to fetch your first aid kit.

When you return, Aizawa's managed to maneuver himself onto his back, his strange scarf and a particularly loud pair of yellow goggles set on the floor beside him. You realize, then, that he's wearing some sort of costume. Interesting.

"There a zipper on this thing?" you ask as you kneel beside him, looking over his black jumpsuit. He gestures to a hidden zipper and you're tugging it down, revealing his sculpted torso to you. It'd be a much more appealing sight if not for the nasty gash in his side. It looks like it was made by a knife.

You help him take some painkillers, nothing fancy or very strong, and start on cleaning his wounds, working with a practiced hand. You're mildly aware that Aizawa's watching you as you work, his breathing not as labored as when you first found him.

"You've done this before," it's not a question.

"I have," you confirm, not looking up from what you're doing. If he has any questions, he doesn't ask them, neither do you, and you definitely have questions.

Silence settles over the two of you as you patch him up. You don't think anything's broken, but you're not a doctor. Now that most of the blood has been wiped away, he doesn't look as bad as you'd initially thought, especially the cut on his head. Still, that wound in his side would need stitches.

You have the needle and suture thread in your hand, but you're hesitating. Again, you wonder if a doctor really isn't an option for him.

"You don't have to do this for me," he says quietly, almost gently, probably picking up on your reluctance to continue. He's already trying to sit up, "I can handle the rest myself, you've already done more than enough." Despite his stoic demeanor, the guilt in his expression is easy enough to read.

"I've already done this much," your hand presses to the center of his chest, stopping him from getting up. "I might as well do the rest."

It's clear to you that if you don't help him now, he's not going to go to anyone else. The images of him in his tiny apartment bathroom, an exact copy of your tiny apartment bathroom, trying to stitch himself shut flits through your head and it doesn't sit right with you.

"I'll be quick," you tell him, finding your resolve.

The minutes pass as you carefully suture his wound, sweat beading on your brow as you work. Every flinch and tensing of his body, every concealed grunt of pain, has your stomach turning slightly. It's been a while since you've had to do this for someone, you never quite got over the queasiness it gives you.

"Okay," you practically gasp, sitting back and setting the needle aside. Your hands are shaking.

Aizawa is looking paler than before, sweat coating his body, his breathing rapid. "...thanks," the words are sincere through his labored breathing. He looks exhausted and you don't blame him.

You shrug, awkward in the face of his gratitude, staring down at your bloody hands, the stains on your pajamas. You lick your lips, "...have I just involved myself in something illegal?" you have to ask. Providing aid to vigilantes or villains, even unintentionally, was a decent invitation for the law to step in and fuck you. If you have trouble coming your way, you want to be prepared.

He raises an eyebrow, "no," he tells you, giving a tired shake of his head, "you're fine... I'm a hero."

Your eyes drift from his dirtied costume to the goggles and strange scarf, "huh." It hadn't been your first guess, but it makes sense.

There's an awkward silence, "are you a paramedic?" he asks, and you can't help but snort. "Or a nurse?"

"Nothing like that," as if anyone would let you handle a job of any importance.

His eyes narrow, like you're a particularly interesting little puzzle. "You sure handled all this pretty well. You seemed to have experience."

"Yeah," you confirm, but you don't elaborate. You turn your face away from his curiosity, gathering up all your supplies. "You can crash here tonight if you want. You should probably see a real doctor soon."

You can feel his eyes on you as you stand, but you don't look at him. There's a pause where you think he might protest staying and try something stupid like attempting to get up and walk to his own apartment or some other macho nonsense, but in the end he just lets out an exhausted sigh. "Okay..."

By the time you've washed his blood off of you and changed your clothes, he's out like a light.

(Requests)

Hungover (Aizawa/Fem!Reader, NSFW)

Summary: You wake up in bed with Aizawa after a drunken one-night stand. (Aizawa/Fem!Reader)

(Content: Smut, references to drunk sex.)

MHA-MHA-MHA

Your head is pounding when you wake up, but the room is blessedly dark. You groan softly, going to move but pausing when you feel the weight of a strong arm draped over you. Opening your eyes, you find yourself peering into the sleeping face of your coworker, Aizawa.

You blink, sluggish and bleary, studying his surprisingly peaceful expression as you sort through your muddy memories of the night before. Your eyes drift down to his mouth and you're struck, suddenly and vividly, by the memory of that mouth between your legs as he drunkenly, sloppily, ravenously ate you out with an enthusiasm that you rarely saw the man show anything.

"Holy fuck..." you breathe, reaching up to rub your forehead as your memories solidify even further, and you become aware of the delicious soreness in your body. A couple lingering licks of arousal stir low in your belly at the images and phantom sensations flashing through your mind's eye, though you're much too hungover for it to build into anything substantial.

"Mm..." you hear Aizawa grumble softly as he stirs, his arm unconsciously tightening around your middle as those dark eyes blink awake. It takes a moment before his eyes focus in on you and he pauses, looking at you with an almost confused squint like he didn't know why you were there. A mirror of the expression you wore just moments before. You see the moment he remembers, the slight, nearly concealed intake of breath, the faintest blush on his face that was only visible because you were so close to him, "oh."

It takes a lot to ruffle the stoic underground hero, but yeah, this would do it.

"Morning..." you say softly, because you don't know what else to say.

"...morning," he returns stiffly, it looks like he doesn't know what to say either. He's studying your face intently, his eyes searching yours. Idly, you remember the molten heat his eyes carried the night before as he held you close and fucked you, gazing down at you as if you were the most erotic, heavenly being he'd ever laid eyes upon.

He shifts, his arm loosening around you. He's pulling away but you can't allow it, your hand catches his wrist to keep it in place. He stops, and there's a moment of hesitation before he allows you to wrap his arm around you again. You feel his body relax against the mattress again, his head right in front of yours.

You look at him, your hand drifting up his arm. "...I'm still sleepy," you tell him as you wrap your arm around him, wriggling just a bit closer until your noses are nearly touching.

Something in Aizawa's gaze softens and he holds you closer, "right..."

You close your eyes and the two of you slowly begin to drift back to sleep. You'll figure out what to say once the hangover wears off.

(Requests)

You're Wearing Their Merch

Summary: Heroes reacting to their S/O wearing their merch. (Fem!Reader featuring Fatgum, Midnight, Eraserhead, and Present Mic)

Fatgum

The limited edition Fatgum hoodie is to-scale according to his full-size measurements. It completely swallows you, the hem extends well past your knees, the sleeves hang loose and floppy beyond your hands, and with the hood up, only your chin is visible.

He can't help but burst out laughing at the sight of you, and you strike dramatic poses, your sleeves flopping about as you do, giggling right along with him. He does think you look adorable, though.

Midnight

You bought a bottle of her latest perfume, spritzing some on before going to meet her for your date.

She recognizes the scent immediately when you hug her, her nose teasingly brushing against your neck with interest. "Well don't you smell delicious?" she purrs, delighted at just how well the perfume suits you, how it pairs so nicely with your natural scent.

Little do you know she designed it with you in mind.

Eraserhead

First of all, Aizawa doesn't have merch, so where on earth did you find this Eraserhead themed t-shirt?

You declare that it's one-of-a-kind, an impish grin on your face that lets him know you're not going to be giving him any more details.

He groans, exasperated, but it's only a front to hide just how flustered he feels, seeing his hero name emblazoned across your chest. He doesn't want fans, the adoration of strangers. Your adoration, however, he'll gladly, greedily take.

Present Mic

The "Put Your Hands Up Radio!" jacket is your new favorite item of clothing. It's durable, comfy, and it goes with just about everything in your closet.

Hizashi can't help the absolute giddiness of seeing you strut your stuff in the jacket, turning this way and that while admiring your assembled outfit in the mirror. Not only does he get to see you rocking his merch, but you're feeling loud and proud while doing it! He couldn't ask for more.

(Requests)

*slams fist on table* Omega!Aizawa with cute, soft Alpha!Fem!Reader.

Knot that tired man!! He deserves it!!

So many Aizawa/Reader stories pair him with a Reader that's younger, but what about a Reader that's older than him? Where's 40-something MILF Reader? Where's hot mom Reader coming in for a parent-teacher conference at UA sweeping this younger man off his feet?

NSFW Alphabet (Aizawa Shouta)

(NSFW obviously, Demi/Ace-Spectrum!Aizawa, fem!Reader, chubby!Reader)

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Sleepy (no surprise there) and cuddly, very soft. He'll help you clean up, get you anything you may need in that moment, and then he'll pull you into his arms and close his eyes. His voice is a groggy murmur, speaking with you in his half-asleep state, not bothered if you want to talk for a while, but not exactly trying to stay up for it, either.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He likes to watch his hands press into your soft flesh, the way you look so delicate against his scarred body. He likes to brush his stubbled jaw along your tender neck, the lightest of shivers he gets from you after doing that.

He favors your waist, which he likes to grab and give a soft squeeze while passing you in the house. He likes your thighs, how they clench around his head as he goes down on you, like you need him there. He likes your upper arms, running the back of his knuckles up and down them as you spare a few moments to talk in the morning. Your body is so soft, it's precious, decadent, he's in awe that he's allowed to touch you.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He likes cumming inside of you. It hits on some sort of primal need in him that he's never experienced with a previous partner. Just you.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Midnight made a joke that you should try wearing cat ears in the bedroom and Shouta hasn't stopped thinking about it.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He has experience, enough to know what he's doing and what he likes. But he's found with you he has a bigger sexual appetite and he's found out even more about himself than he has with previous partners. He's greatly expanded his knowledge.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He likes positions where he can see your face and watch your expressions, where he can crowd in close to you and be flush up against you.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Not necessarily either. He's soft with you, more open, he's not so stoic that there's no room for laughter in the bedroom.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He doesn't really trim any of his body hair, down below included, if it really bothers you, he'll probably do some basic maintenance.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He's all about the intimacy when it comes to sex with you. Before you, sex was scratching an itch, with you, sex is another expression of his feelings for you.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Occasionally jerks off in the shower if he feels the need, very disinterested about it. He's gotten into mutual masturbation with you, he loves watching you play with yourself, the way you react to him watching you.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Body worship. He could spend hours appreciating your body if he could, running his hands over your soft curves, pressing kisses to your sensitive skin. He also loves eating pussy, your pussy specifically. All of his most intense desires revolve around you.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

The bedroom or the living room couch, because the post-sex nap spot is right there and ready to go.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

You do. Sometimes you'll do the most innocuous thing and it'll just cause desire to bloom in him. If you look to him, express your want for him, your need, he reacts instantly.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He's not a fan of pain play, especially inflicting the pain. He might be willing to try bondage with you but he refuses to bring the capture weapon into the bedroom. It's a tool for his job, and he doesn't want to bring that into his intimate life.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He loves giving oral, he could spend the rest of his life buried between your thighs. There's nothing more intimate and satisfying than giving you pleasure in this way and he's made sure over the course of your relationship that he's damn good at it. Honestly, he doesn't even need to be reciprocated, this could be the extent of your activities for the night and he'd be a happy man.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

It varies, he's very much willing to go at your desired pace. He gets a lot out of the pleasure he gives you, so if you want faster, slower etc that works for him as well.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He doesn't prefer them, he likes taking his time.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He's open to new ideas but slow to voice his own curiosities. He can take risks if properly motivated.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Shouta's pretty much a one and done kind of guy, but he makes it last. He spends a lot of time on foreplay and he's pretty good at holding off on his own orgasm. He makes sure that you're satisfied.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He doesn't have any toys for himself but he likes to use toys on you and he likes watching you use toys on yourself. He likes getting you new toys and helping you shop for them, and helping you test them out, of course.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He can get in a teasing mood sometimes, but he caves so easily when you whine and beg.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Not too loud, lots of rumbling groans and cut off swears. He checks in with you a lot, wanting to know how you feel, what you need.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He's somewhere on the ace spectrum, maybe demi. He's desperately attracted to you, and it's because it's you. He'd never thought much of the curve of a person's waist, but the curve of your waist will often catch his attention. He doesn't really question it, he doesn't spend a lot of time pondering labels. He's happy with you and that's what's important.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He's got a thick cock of average length, not much of a grower, what you see is what you get. He's got a lot of body hair, you'd think he has some sort of werewolf quirk, and a littering of scars all over from his dangerous job. Rugged. He's muscular, of course, after all the training, but he's got a little bit of softness to him still. He's not strict with his diet and his exercise isn't to achieve a particular form.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He's got a moderate sex drive, but even on nights where he's not in the mood to receive pleasure, he can readily be spurred in the mood to give it.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Very quickly, and eagerly. It's one of his favorite parts of the whole ordeal.

(Let me know if you want to see me do this or the SFW Alphabet for other MHA characters. Feel free to drop me an ask for headcanons or drabbles.)

SFW Alphabet (Aizawa Shouta)

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

He's pretty affectionate in his own ways, but it's more subtle in public. In public, he's not much for kisses and hugs, but he'll let you hug him. Mostly, he keeps close to you, drawing near enough that you can feel the heat radiating from his body, walking close enough that your hands or shoulders brush. He leans in close to you and speaks in soft tones just so that he can be in your space.

In private, he's very hands on, cuddly. He'll squeeze your hip as he walks by, put his arms around you from behind and push his face into your hair. He'll gently take your hands and ask about your day, he could spend hours listening to you, if only he had the time.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Very loyal and protective. Shouta is dedicated to the people he cares about, no matter if his feelings are romantic or platonic.

You'd probably get to know each other through hero work, as that takes up a large portion of his time, so you would either be a hero yourself, or involved in the industry in some way. I think you'd have to be a bit persistent in order to become close to him.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

He's a big cuddler, especially if it's a prelude to a nap, he loves taking a nap with you. He likes holding you close and resting his head on your chest. You'd be his personal pillow.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Marriage never really crossed his mind, part of him doesn't think he's capable of settling down with a partner. He's used to being on his own, putting distance between himself and others. I think for the right person, he would find himself considering more (when he falls, he falls hard) and it would lead him to reevaluate his life and his priorities.

I think he's pretty good at cleaning. Clutter can accumulate, there's always worksheets and paperwork left out and he's not the best about tidying up when he's so tired, but since he's so minimalist with what he owns it's not egregious. If not tidy, he keeps things clean, what needs scrubbing is scrubbed, the washing is washed.

He can cook very very basic meals but he's mostly a takeout/microwave/jelly pack fiend.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

He'd do it in person, and be very blunt about it. He wouldn't try to be mean but he can be awkward with his feelings and he'd be pushing forward a stoic face to hide any of his own hurt feelings. Not the worst break up to experience, but not the gentlest either.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

I think the concept of commitment to him is more the promise between two people than the ceremony itself. That said, marriage appeals to him from a practical standpoint. He doesn't want to have to go through hoops to be by your side in an emergency. As soon as he realizes in love with you, he'd want to get married for that reason alone.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

He's very physically gentle with you, especially if you're not a hero yourself. He always worries he's too rough with you, even just holding you close, like he might squeeze you too tight.

Emotionally, he's very blunt, he doesn't sugarcoat things. He's never been one to soften the blow. He tries, though, but it's a work in progress. He's also very awkward when it comes to vocalizing his affection. He has surprisingly tender, poetic thoughts about you, but the thought of voicing them makes his tongue twist in his mouth and his hands sweat like he's a schoolboy all over again.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

He likes hugs in private, bringing you into his arms whenever he has the chance. His hugs are warm, tight, and prolonged. You can feel the tension seep out of his body the moment he has a hold of you. He'll press his face into your hair or your shoulder and breathe you in. He won't let go for at least a minute or two.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

A long while after realizing he's in love. He can be awkward with his feelings, and putting his heart out for someone else to see in a way that's so upfront and vulnerable would be surprisingly intimidating to him. There's not a lot that scares him, but saying "I love you" that first time would be terrifying.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

He can get a little jealous, but only if someone else is actively hitting on you. If that happens, then he comes up to loom behind you and gives the other person a look that says "back off" and it's pretty damn effective. If you bring it up to him afterward, he'll act like he has no idea what you're talking about.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

His kisses are slow and tender, unhurried. It's like he's trying to savor the taste of you. He loves to press a kiss to your temple or the side of your head, letting his lips rest there as he soaks in your presence. He appreciates any kiss from you, of course, but he's especially fond of when you kiss his stubbled jaw.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

He's great with kids, though it perplexes him. He's always sure that they'd be scared of him, but kids have a way of sensing a good soul and they see it in him.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

He's not always there with you when you wake up, unfortunately. He's late to bed, early to rise. When he does have the morning off, he's impossible to wake up, rumbling and grumbling through your attempts to rouse him like a bear in hibernation. He's also very stubborn about you leaving the bed, he'll lay himself partially on top of you to keep you in place, pulling the blankets tight around the two of you and pressing his face into your collar bone. You'll just have to resign yourself to your fate, not that you're complaining very much.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Nights with Shouta are usually spent inside. Usually you both are together in the living room, talking or watching a movie or just cuddling with each other. Sometimes, you go out with mutual friends if they manage to convince Shouta, but a quiet evening at home is more his speed.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

It's very slow, bits and pieces over time with the occasional long talk in bed (he's always more open in the dark of the bedroom). It takes him a while to even start to open up, even once he trusts you. He's just used to locking pieces of himself away, not poking at the things that hurt him.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

He doesn't get angry very often, especially with you unless you do something reckless that puts you in danger, but then that anger is a mask for his concern. More often than anger, he gets irritated and snappish when he's overstimulated. If you're ever threatened or seriously hurt, that might be when you see actual rage from him, but not towards you, obviously.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He's very observant and remembers a lot of the little details about you. More than observant, he's genuinely interested in you, so it's easy for him to pay attention, to remember. It's through remembering these things that he finds another way to express his care, because his words often fall short (or at least he feels they do).

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

The first time you held hands, that first contact, the first time he let you into his space and accepted your touch. He remembers how soft and small your hand was in his, the racing of his heart, the nerves that threatened to cut off his breath. He remembers the warmth that bloomed in his chest, the irrational, fuzzy, poetic thoughts that filled his head.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

He's very protective, maybe a little overprotective. If you're also a hero, he has your back in the field when he can, he keeps up to date on your activities and is willing to drop everything should you need backup. If you're not a hero, he'll make sure you have at least a little self-defense training for when you go out, he does everything he can to make sure villains don't find out about your connection to him, and when he's out with you, he's always at least a little on guard (another reason he prefers evenings at home)

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

He's not one for planning dates or big romantic gestures, but he does pay attention to important events in your lives, especially if they're important to you. He's good about the little things, gifts and gestures and just making sure that he's contributing to your lives together. He remembers your favorite orders from restaurants and treats you like and runs a bath and gives you a massage when you've had a long day. He's very thoughtful.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

He's really bad about looking after himself. He puts everyone else before himself and doesn't know when to quit. You will be up worrying some nights.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

He doesn't care about his looks, the only thing that's close to an exception is his facial hair. He likes having a bit of scruff and he hates the occasions where he has to shave it all off.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

He would. He didn't understand the concept until he fell for you, but suddenly he got it. You became an irreplaceable part of his very being, and it's as thrilling as it is terrifying to think about.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

He truly, honestly doesn't care either way about having a wedding, but if you do have one, he will cry a little.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

He doesn't want a partner that treats him too much like a "project". If a partner's too interested in changing core parts about him, then he's out.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

He loves a good nap, he can sleep just about anywhere at any time. He can somehow tell when the chaos around him is something that needs his attention or not, seemingly choosing when he can sleep through it.

(Let me know if there are any other characters you'd like me to do this for! I might do the NSFW version as well :3c)

Chapters: 17/32 Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Rape/Non-Con Relationships: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Reader, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic/Reader, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic/Reader, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Dabi | Todoroki Touya/Reader, Takami Keigo | Hawks/Reader, Dabi | Todoroki Touya/Takami Keigo | Hawks/Reader, Usagiyama Rumi | Miruko/Reader, Kayama Nemuri | Midnight/Reader, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Kayama Nemuri | Midnight/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic/Reader, Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko/Reader, Akaguro Chizome | Stain/Reader, Toyomitsu Taishirou | Fat Gum/Reader Characters: Reader, Original Female Character(s), Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Takami Keigo | Hawks, Kayama Nemuri | Midnight, Usagiyama Rumi | Miruko, Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Akaguro Chizome | Stain, Toyomitsu Taishirou | Fat Gum Additional Tags: Female Reader, Polyamory, Chubby Reader, Short Reader, reader wears glasses, generic brand kinktober series, Kinktober, Kinktober 2024, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Rape/Non-con Elements, Dubious Consent, Toxic Relationships, Abusive Relationships, more specific content warnings will be included in each chapter, most stories feature healthy dynamics, I'm just covering my bases, One Shot Collection, confident reader, Yandere Summary: A late Fall collection of kinky, explicit one shots featuring various MHA characters paired with a female Reader. Mostly Erasermic/Reader focused.

aizawa with a pro hero that always get paired up together (did i mention they hate eachother to the point they cant stand eachother)

standard procedure | s. aizawa

you and aizawa constantly get partnered for fieldwork. the job is clean. the dynamic, not so much.

Hey, I love all your SMAU’s so much, I was wondering if maybe you could do one that’s Aizawa x reader and they have a kid together?

I think it would be so cute, if not that’s ok, I love your smau’s so much

dorm life, parent life | s. aizawa

co-parenting with aizawa was already hard enough. now you're doing it in the middle of the ua dorms.

Hi! 😭 I really like your SMAU stories/scenarios, i think they're so funny and I love reading through them. So with that, can you do another dadzawa one? I loved that one, I love dadzawa. Make it anything as long as it includes dadzawa and brainrot lol. And maaaybe also another part where they say 'I love you'? Just out of nowhere? Please? 😭

parental oversight | s. aizawa

being aizawa's daughter means sharing the house with a sleep-deprived cryptid and 3 cats (part ii to 'parental guidance')

office hours | s. aizawa

⇨ in which a tired college professor starts texting his equally tired colleague

He can definitely teach me a few things in person (≧◡≦) (๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ(๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ

❥ SHOTA AIZAWA X FEM!READER

❥ WORD COUNT: 2.3k

❥ WARNINGS/TAGS: cam girl!reader, former student/teacher relationship (but you're still his ~favorite~), praise, mutual masturbation, sex toys, use of "good girl", lots of dirty talk, aizawa is a pervert and we all know it

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“Look how far you’ve come.” Shota loves how you still tremble at his praise, fingers faltering on the screen. “Remember when you used to be so shy? And now you’re just spreading your pussy open for me.” 

His gaze follows every movement, breath in his throat as you part your labia and slide your fingers down your folds.

He really thought it was just a rumor that the young generation of heroes had taken to social media to make money. Less villains meant less pay, sure, but he never thought he’d find you on one of his favorite sites, using the body he trained to stuff yourself with toys.

“You were always one of my favorites. Always such a good girl.” 

“I’m still a good girl, Sensei. Promise.”

You prove your point by smearing your fingers over your clit, moaning as your hips buck.

“Yeah? Then show me your face, sweetheart. Wanna fist my cock to every inch of you.”

It’s so wrong. He feels like a dirty old fuck in his bedroom, sweats shoved down to his knees and his laptop screen glowing in the dark on the bed next to him. His camera faces the muscles of his chest, angled just perfectly so you can see the dark trail of hair that leads down to his cock. The frame captures the pump of his bicep as he strokes his dick, yet he leaves it up to your imagination to piece together what’s happening off screen. 

“Then you have to show me your face too, okay?” 

There’s the nervousness he’s used to hearing crackle in your sweet voice. Always so studious, so sweet, the most pleasant of all the brats to deal with. You only ever wanted to please. 

He knew it was you by your bedspread in the thumbnail to your page. You still have the same pillows you used to have at U.A., all plush and girly with a memorable stuffie tucked off to the side.

“Maybe next time,” he offers, watching your tits heave and nipples tighten as you debate fulfilling his request. 

Your camera lens is focused from the bottom of your bed, allowing him the perfect view from your spread thighs to your delicate collarbone. You never show your face, not to anyone, not even in one-on-one chat rooms. He read your rules, but he’s special—he’s no scary stranger, just a perverted sicko who wants to watch his former student fuck herself for him.

He shouldn’t be doing this. But god he can’t help himself. He’s seen you flourish as a pro hero, tight suits and bright smiles to the public, and all he’s ever thought about is how fucking pretty you must look naked. 

“Then at least show me your cock, Sensei.”

You have got to stop calling him that. Yet his cock throbs and leaks at the honorific. 

“Fine.”

His simple answer is enough to convince you. You sit up on your knees on the bed and lean forward, making his mouth water as your breasts fill his screen. 

Shota strangles his cock in his fist as all of you comes into view. You raise the camera high enough to show your whole bed from an upward angle, letting him leer at you from head to toe. 

“Atta girl.” He groans as you lean back against your pillows with one hand anxiously running a finger over your lips. You stare right at him through his laptop screen and it makes his balls swell. “I’ve missed your pretty face.”

He watches how his words make you press your already sticky thighs together, like his voice shot straight down to your cunt.

“Oh yeah? Have you missed me, too? Do you think about your old Sensei?”

Moaning, you’re unashamed to slide your hand down your stomach, spreading your thighs so you can relieve the ache he’s building between your legs. 

“Mhmm, I do. Right now I’m thinking about what your cock looks like.” 

He’d almost forgotten his promise. Shota looks down at his length, sucking in a deep breath at the sight of himself swollen and drooling for you. He pumps himself a few times just to feel the pleasure, to gain the courage to drag the laptop with his free hand just enough to bring his dick into the picture.

A sharp little gasp from you echoes into his room and he’s suddenly far too self-satisfied. He admires how you writhe on your bed, pulling your knees up so he can once again see the full image of your wet pussy. 

“You’re so big,” you whisper like you mean it, like you’re wishing you had his cock in your hand instead of his. 

“You think I’d fit inside you, hm?” 

You’re like a curious cat eyeing him across the screen, lashes fluttering as you glance him over from base to tip. You must have a screen set up right next to your camera because your gaze is still meeting his as your head bobs up and down with the way he strokes his cock. 

“I dunno,” you moan as you spread your legs wider, two fingers dipping to prod at your hole, “you’re bigger than my toys.”

“And I bet that little cunt is so tight. Put your fingers in and show me.”

You still listen so obediently, just like when you were his student. 

He thumbs the head of his cock as he watches you sink two fingers into yourself, the microphone picking up the wet squish of your cunt. Your belly tightens with pleasure as you start to pump the digits into your pussy, slow at first and then picking up pace as your bliss builds. 

“Tell me what you would want me to do to you if I was there.”

There’s no filter for him now, not with your messy cunt filling his screen and your hand now plucking at your nipple. 

You take a moment to think, pretty head falling back to the pillows as you moan for him.

“Always wanted to kiss you, Sensei. Want to feel your hands all over me, ah,” you press the palm of your hand against your clit as you talk, making you nearly whine between breaths, “and I’d want your cock in my mouth.”

“You like sucking dick, sweetheart?” 

He starts matching the pace of his fist to your fingers, picturing his cock sliding between your plush, parted lips.

“I like having my face fucked,” you admit and it makes him groan. 

His noise spurs you on, makes you grab your tit and squeeze as your fingers move faster. 

“I’d love to slide my cock past your sweet lips and into your throat. Want you to gag on it, spit running down your face as I take what I want.” 

“Yes, want you to take what you want from me. Want you to use me, fill me up and fuck me with that fat cock, Sensei.” 

He nearly chokes at your words, blushing at how filthy your mouth is. He pumps himself faster, picturing having your soft body in his lap, your sloppy cunt sinking down onto him. 

“How do you want me to fuck you?” 

The moan that sounds from his laptop is so lovely, the slick sound of your fingers in your pussy making him shiver. 

“I can show you?” you ask more than state, pausing to look straight into the camera feed. “With a toy, I mean. Y-you can pick.” 

God, you’re such a delightful little minx. Shota squeezes the base of his cock as the mental image of you fucking yourself on a toy nearly topples him over the edge. He doesn’t know how he will handle actually viewing it. 

“Get your biggest dildo. Let’s see how it compares to me.” 

Any ounce of guilt he feels fades when you return to your bed with a purple, silicone cock, long and thick but not nearly as fat as the throbbing flesh he holds in his hand. 

“Guess you weren’t lying, were you, sweetheart? I’ll be the biggest thing that little pussy has ever taken.” 

Shota doesn’t care if he’s stepping beyond the realm of hypotheticals—he’ll get his hands on you, one way or another, all in due time. 

“Wanna see how I want you to fuck me?” you ask with the cutest smile, like you’re hiding such a naughty secret. 

“Show me. Fuck yourself for me, tell me every little thing I’m doing to you.”

He props an arm behind his head to get comfortable, the muscles of his abs and lats rippling in the dim light of the screen. He threads his fingers through his long hair and tugs the moment he sees you turn and get on your knees, bending until you’re in the most sinful doggy position he’s ever seen. 

“You start slow,” your voice drops to a sensual note, thick like honey, “cause you want me to feel every inch go inside me.”

The hand wrapped around his cock is moving before he can even think to stop, squeezing hard as he watches you reach around your body and start pushing the dildo between your pussy lips. 

Shota gets too close to the screen, strands of black hair grazing the edge of the camera, face still out of sight. His gaze scans from corner to corner, watching as if he intends to commit every single detail to memory. 

Your pussy sucks in the tip of the dildo, making you mewl, and slowly, torturously, you shove the length of it into your hole. 

“How do I feel?” 

“So good, want you to move, want you to fuck me hard.” 

You take the initiative to start bouncing the dildo in your pussy, sliding it in and out, building speed. The sound is licentious, wet, all mixed together with the short, airy moans you let out with every push into your body. Slick is starting to build on the silicone, creamy and thick. 

“Do you always get so wet or is it just for me?”

“All for you, Sensei. Cause you feel so good, you fuck me like I’ve always wanted.” 

Shota smears his thumb through the pre-cum freshly leaking from his cock, using it as lubricant as he starts a brutal pace on himself. He can hear the repetitive slap of his wrist hitting his thigh echo into the laptop microphone.

“That right? You’re a dirty girl for wanting to fuck her teacher.” 

“You’re so good to me, you rub my clit just how I like it.” 

He examines how one of your hands reaches under your body, two dainty fingers swirling around your clit before kneading it quickly, like you’re just so desperate to cum for him. 

The strokes he gives his cock are furious, other hand now coming down to cup his balls and roll them in his palm. His stomach flexes at the pleasure, picturing how that perfect cunt of yours would be squeezing him so tightly. 

“You wanna cum for me? Wanna cum all over your Sensei’s cock?”

“Please,” you groan into the sheets, hips now bucking with the pace of the dildo slamming into you, “will you let me cum? You said I’m such a good girl? Ah, ah, one of your favorites?” 

“Always my favorite, sweetheart. Show me how you cum, let me see you make a mess of yourself.”

Your knuckles are tight against the base of the dildo, using all your strength to fuck into yourself. You’re so close to the edge, panting, whining, hole stretched and practically weeping around the purple silicone. 

“You know I’ll fuck you faster, right? Harder. Just wait until I get my hands on you.”

Your tongue falls loose, “Want your hands on my hips, want you to spank me, oh god, pull my hair, kiss me and fuck me and tell me I’m all yours.” 

“You’re gonna cum for me, scream for me, all for me, got it?” 

He can see the way your head shakes on the bed, mascara dripping down the side of your face that he can see. Tears are in your lashes, your lip caught between your teeth, and even still you’re looking back for him, watching him tug and pull his cock with your name in his mouth. 

“God you’re so hot, your cock’s so big—”

A beautiful, strangled noise comes out of you as you finally come apart, your cunt clamping down around the dildo and your motions stilling. You scream into the mattress, all high-pitched and fucked out. Slick squelches from your stuffed hole, dripping down your thighs. 

With the scene before him, it only takes a few more pumps before he’s unloading, cum spurting out over his knuckles and up onto his stomach, rope after rope spilling out for you.

His room goes quiet, his pants and your whiny breaths the only sound he hears over the pounding of his heart. 

Finally, you shift on your bed, and he does his best not to look at the mess he’s made in his hand.

“Um,” you awkwardly clear your throat, looking away from him as you slide the dildo from your cunt. He can’t help but watch the way your pussy lips drag along the length. 

The post-nut clarity hits him like a steam roller. His clean hand grabs his laptop, ready to shut the screen and pretend none of this ever transpired except in the guilty pit of his daydreams—

“Shota,” you mumble, sitting on your knees and holding your body, “this was, uh, well really…hot. I…I wouldn’t mind doing it again.”

His ears perk, unsure if he’s ever heard you call him by his first name. 

Before he changes his mind, he drags the laptop on his bed until the camera catches his face. You blink so prettily at the sight of him, dropping one of your hands from your breast like you’re just so comfortable seeing him. 

“Next time will be in person.” 

You give him the most genuine little smile, “Promise?”

He is everything ( ´ ▽ ` ).｡ｏ♡( ´ ▽ ` ).｡ｏ♡( ´ ▽ ` ).｡ｏ♡( ´ ▽ ` ).｡ｏ♡

It's cold and Aizawa hasn’t offered you his coat. 

You two have been seeing each other for the past three months, you’ve known him longer. There’s little dates when you both have the time, at his place but it’s usually yours. He spends the night, you order take out when you both can’t bare to cook, and you spend your nights reading while he dozes next to you. 

Its quite domestic for such a new relationship.

And it’s not like you wouldn’t call him chivalrous, he’s as chivalrous as you like in a guy, a good in-between. But you wish he would look at you and notice that you’re shivering. 

Now your footsteps are getting heavier with each passing moment, the aggravation becoming more and more apparent on your features as the chill in the air gets colder and colder. You think you might kill him, and you secretly hope he looks your way–

“Are you okay?” Shouta asks, circling his arm around your waist. He pulls you against him and the warmth is good for the moment. 

You’re still mad, or at least you want to stay mad. “Just say you hate me.”

He’s grinning now, its subtle but it’s still a grin. And you’re tempted to push him away and continue sulking in your annoyance. 

“You’ve been shivering for the past 10 minutes, you don't want my jacket?” He’s teasing you, his hand squeezing the flesh above your hip, through your clothes. You can sort of smell his cologne but it’s too faint compared to the smell of earthiness and crisp air. 

You look at him, really look at him, and you can’t help the smile growing on your face. It makes your cheeks hurt in the cold air. 

“I thought you were gonna be a gentleman and keep me warm,” You reply, more sugary than you’d like to come off. 

He’s looking at you with that lazy look in his eyes, the same one he gives you before he’s about to tell you some boring joke in bed. 

He chuckles dryly and pulls away from you, taking his coat off and draping it over your shoulders. And you can’t help but think he looks cute in his fitted henley shirt. 

“Is that warm enough?” He presses a chaste kiss into your temple before wrapping an arm around your waist for a second time. 

You mumble a quick “yeah” and lean into him.

I enjoy writing Y/n as a obsessed and lovesick person who'll devote themself to those they care about 🙂

Miscellaneous 

Legend: ♠︎ = Fluff ♥︎ = Smut ♦︎ = Angst ♣︎ = Dark

♠︎ Tired, your favorites: your boyfriend wants to go to sleep but can't seem to without you, his occupied spouse, by his side

− Tired

✎ your fav x reader

♦︎summary: your boyfriend is tired after a long day, and tries to convince you to come to bed

♦︎word count: 300+

♦︎warnings: none, short

Men who like to hug you from behind while you're busy. Their scent overwhelming you and simultaneously calming you. You can feel their chest against you back, rising and falling with each breath they take. Their warm arms wrapped around your waist, snugly, as if they were make to be placed there. Your face shifts to an expression of amusement, mind being taken off of your current task.

,,and just what do you think you're doing, Sir?,,

,,mmm... just seeing what you're up to, was getting lonely without you,, His husky voice sending vibrations through your upper back and chest. From the low pitch of his voice alone, you could tell he was about five minutes from collapsing in exhaustion.

,,you sound tired baby, why haven't you gone to bed yet?,, You questioned him, but continued with your task at hand. You felt him squeeze lightly at your waist, rubbing small circles where one of his hands rest on your stomach. You release a content hum, relaxing every more into his hold.

,,come t' bed with me, please?,, He rasps out, anyone who didn't know him well, wouldn't be able to notice the whine in his voice. You take pride in how much you know your man, quirks, ambitions and all, there was nothing he could do that would get past you.

Not even his light manipulation; he knew the affect his voice laced with sleep had on you. Knew you couldn't resist him, especially when he was in the mood for cuddles which was few and far between.

,,okay, just let me finish this and I'll be right with you-,, he cut you off, pulling you impossibly closer to his body, as if trying to fuse you into becoming one.

,,you can finish t'morrow, you always over work 'ya self,, His words began to slur together, his tiredness getting the better of him. You supposed it would be better to abide by his wishes, before he falls asleep where you both stand and traps you here; a common occurrence.

,,alright big guy, come on, you win,, Your hand intertwines with his as you pull him with you to your shared bedroom. Your eyes growing heavy as you make your way to that sweet mattress where you could bundle up with your love under warm comforters.

♦︎note: This is really me just testing out the waters before I really start writing. I haven't written in a long time, so I'd really love if you all would send me any requests you have! 😊

Is it too much to ask for this man to tie me up with his capture weapon & ✨rail✨ me 😭

pov: y/n calling her bf to tell him that she got in trouble but knows she'll get in MORE trouble from him that she is in rn (but she has no one else to call so....) (if u don't like fem pronouns pretend that they're something else)

Guys who am I writing the next one shot about 😩 there are the characters I know pretty well

Hi Hi

How about a scenario where Aizawa's daughter takes a hit for him and almost dies?

Thank you for your time!!

Thanks for the request! I'm not sure how I feel about what I wrote but I hope you like it!

It wasn’t supposed to be like this.

It was only supposed to be a simple patrol, that's why he brought you along to begin with. He thought it would be safe to finally let you on the field with him. He was wrong. Very, very wrong and it’s probably shaved a good few years off his life as you lay against him in an alleyway, the pool of blood below you only growing larger and staining both his and your own hero suits as he tries to suppress his panic. “Why the hell did you do that?” he asked wincing at the way his voice cracked “I couldn’t let you get hurt” you whispered as the two of waited for backup as “you idiot, It's my job to stop you from getting hurt” he sighed as the sirens got closer “your job as a hero or as my father?” you chuckled only to wince in pain as you did.

Before he could respond an ambulance quickly pulled in blocking the entrance to the alley, your vision narrowing as voices shouted for you to stay awake, to keep your eyes open, to keep living. The first thing that came to you was the smell of antiseptic, quickly followed by the various sounds of the hospital equipment and hushed voices. “The suspect didn’t get very far and is now in police custody” an unfamiliar voice whispered as a much more familiar voice followed it with a tired sigh “that’s good”. The next sense to return, although slowly and almost painfully, was your sight as the overhead lights almost blinded you, the hushed voices now silent. The raspy groan you let out was almost inhuman as the man you could only assume was a police officer hurried out of the room silently.”Water” you rasped attempting to sit up only to be eased back down by familiar hands. “Let me raise the bed,” Aizawa said, the look of relief that flashed on his face quickly and almost unseen as he held down the button almost hidden away on the side of your bed. Once the bed was raised enough for you to drink without spilling you quickly sipped the water ignoring the pain in your throat from the rush of liquid that flooded it as your father chuckled at you. “Am I in trouble?” you asked nervously hoping that his amusement meant you’d be let off the hook “You’re definitely in trouble” he said as if it were obvious and to you, it should’ve been “shit.” you cursed hoping he’d at least ease up on the punishment since you were his favorite child (his only child). But at least you were alive and that was all that mattered to him, and hopefully you’d think twice before throwing yourself into danger (you’d do it again).

Hello there :)

I was wo dering if you could write a platonic Aizawa please :D

He has a daughter and she has a school talent show and he does everything to assist even though he has a lot of work and he made it just in time to see her doing an incredible performance

Thankssss

Thanks for the request! I tried to make it longer but I'm not sure it's much longer than a drabble.

He was running late.

After a month of everyday practice between not one but two jobs it was finally time for all that hard work to pay off and unfortunately he was running late. 

It was like the world just didn't want him to watch his daughter's performance. First his alarm didn't go off, then he got side tracked doing paperwork, and now there was traffic. If he didn't move fast he'd miss the start of your performance. 

Something that nobody really took that seriously, he still wasn't going to miss the school talent show you had been so excited for. 

The bouquet of flowers in his grasp wouldn't last forever either but it seemed he had some sort of luck, because right as he slipped into the crowded auditorium he could spot you taking the stage. With a sigh of relief he found a seat not far from the stage.

It was worth it.

The late nights prepping, the early days practicing, and the stress of it all. It was all all worth it to see you get on that stage and absolutely smash the competition, a feeling of pride swelled in his chest even as you spot him from the stage and especially as you accept the small plastic trophy that, though small, meant the world to both of you.