Infiltration

Infiltration

My Piece for the Citrus Dome Collab featuring Villain!Hawks :D

Rating: Explicit

Characters: Hawks/ Keigo Takami

Word Count: 6.5k

Warnings: Kidnapping, Light Bondage, Sub/Dom Dynamics

The night was hot as hell. Strands of hair stuck to your forehead and sweat tickled your cheeks. Summer humidity was bad enough and it was near unbearable to stand while you were stuffed inside a ventilation shaft. Despite its dilapidated state, the old hospital had been locked down tighter than Tartarus. Iron bars at every window, thick, new padlocks with hefty chains strewn across every door. It had taken a while to map out the internal workings of the building and even now with every precaution you had taken, you still prayed your target was blissfully unaware that the entry to the airways could indeed be silently pried open and, were actually big enough for you to fit; as long as you remained stealthy enough. At some points the rusted metal had groaned under your weight, forcing your heart into your throat as you froze and waited. Your target wasn’t due here just yet, in fact he wasn’t due for another hour or so. Patience would reward you on this job, since Hawks was damn near impossible to sneak up on. You would wait as long as it took. Arriving later would run the risk of being seen either by him or some other lackey at his disposal. You would wait, no matter how damned uncomfortable it was or how much you craved a cleansing shower when all of this was said and done. 

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Ties That Bind - Viking! Kirishima

A/N: I have sat and worked on this concept, handed off to me by @riotfuckery​ for far too damn long now. How could anyone not love the idea of twisting the Fantasy AU to give us a beefy Viking Kirishima, as if its not a match made in heaven! I’m so happy and proud of this semi-monstrosity of a fic and I hope you love the idea as much as we did! <3

I was so psyched about this concept that I had to commission some art from the wonderful and talented @kirisbabe​ !

Word Count: 8k

Warnings! : 18+ content: smut; body worship, oral sex (receiving), size kink, gentle to rough sex, virginity loss, breeding kink. Also includes mentions of blood. (Its vikings, darlings, c’mon now! :P)

This was going to be like every other raid that Kirishima had led, they never differed much in his years; every Spring he would gather his men, clamber into their long ships and sail off in search of lands ripe with treasure and new wonders. A good scuffle along the way never hurt either, though Kirishima was less blood-thirsty and more reasonable then most of the Jarlar in surrounding areas. The English men they had run into upon landing on the beach, however, seemed determined to make Kirishima use his full force—attacking them as soon as their boots hit the sand.

Yet, being the first raid of the year, a dangerous gleam shined in those crimson eyes and his sharp teeth were bared in a haughty grin as the fight began. His men had fought the English before, knew the way around that silly plate armor they were so fond of and in the end, Kirishima stood victorious above the least injured soldier. Pointing his axe down at the whimpering man’s face, his grin reappeared before he casually leaned the bloodied weapon to his broad shoulder and let out a hearty chuckle.

“You are going to lead us back to your city, lucky one, and show us its treasures.” Kirishima explained in a light but firm tone and the injured man eagerly nodded, taking the hand the towering redhead offered him to scramble to his feet. “Well? Lead on!”

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Workplace Flirting (Shouta Aizawa x Yagi!Reader)

Request: Pretty please may I have an aizawa one but can we have one of him possibly with an All Might adult daughter where she begins working st UA and well he can’t stop thinking about her. Just some fluffy romance with some all might being protective dad in there.

A/N: I don’t know why this one was so hard to write. Maybe it’s because of my own mental space, but here it is finally, hopefully the others will be easier. This is also probably the only Dad Might story I’ve written pre-Kamino, which means he’s still got One For All. But most importantly I want to give a shout out to @velkhanaisbae for helping me structure it and giving me help with developing the ideas. You’re awesome, hope you enjoy~

It was looking to be a torturous morning. With only three hours and seven minutes of sleep, Aizawa started dragging himself to his morning homeroom before he had a training session for the students with All Might. While he didn’t mind the Symbol as a person and respected him as a hero, there was a lot All Might was lacking in as a teacher which meant he usually ended up doing all the work anyways. All he wanted to do was pass the time quickly until he could crawl back into his sleeping bag.

His class was as disorderly as ever and required a certain amount of threatening before they heeled. There were still some whispering before the door opened and they all waited some over the top entrance from the number one hero. Instead there was a more timid entrance from a significantly smaller, and more feminine pro-hero waving toward the class with a small smile, and the underground hero found his interest suddenly peaked for the first time in a while.

“I hope I’m not interrupting anything, Principal Nezu told me I should be here around this time for our class,” she stated, closing the door behind her as she entered, turning to the adoring faces of the students. She gave a big grin to the students, “Hi, I’m–”

“STARLIGHT!”

“But I guess you guys would know that already,” she commented, rubbing the back of her head nervously, but she still had a grin on her face. “I saw all of you at the sports festival a few weeks ago, so I’m really excited to get to lead your training session today,” she raised her fist up energetically, although the Erasure hero could see her hesitation and wariness. “I hope you’re not too disappointed I’m not the Number One like you’re used to.”

The whole class was anything but disappointed. Everyone was buzzing about the special instructor they were having today, not upset in the slightest about the cancellation from All Might. Except Aizawa, who was bothered by the abrupt cancellation. He knew the hero named Starlight, she was a popular up and coming hero with light-based powers, they’re styles didn’t exactly clash. And the uproar her presence was having on the class (the girls in particular were swooning, and he’s sure Midoriya’s passed out at this point).

But it was something about her smile and eyes that was bothering him when he looked at her, and especially when she turned to look at him.

I’m sorry, she mouthed.

He shook his head, you have nothing to be sorry about.

“Okay,” she spoke aloud with a grin in the corner of her mouth, giving him that strange effect he got from the light hero that he still couldn’t discern. She clapped her hands together gleefully, “then let’s get to training!”

After Aizawa managed to calm down the excessive cheering with a threatening glance, he exited alongside the other pro hero while the students went to change into their hero costumes. Her eyes seem to not leave him from the moment they were alone in the hallway, which kept drawing his eyes to her. Which meant she was smiling at him again, which caused a tightening in his chest that wasn’t quite uncomfortable but it was alarming to him the effect she had on him.

“It was a kind of last minute switch, I’m sorry if its an inconvenience,” she finally spoke after a few minutes of walking together in silence. “I’m new to teaching so I’m actually really glad I get to teach alongside an experienced teacher like you, Eraserhead. Your commentary on your students during the sports festival was amicable. You really had faith in them.”

The chest tightening feeling resurfaced with her compliment and he couldn’t formulate a response. Now he was just staring at her like some creep with her wide (e/c) eyes staring at him while her smile remained as vibrant, as if she wasn’t bothered by some crusty man staring at her silently.

After a few minutes of staring, he turned his face away from hers and finally found the words to respond with. “No, it’s not an inconvenience.”

“I’m (Y/N) by the way,” she greeted. She went by her first name to people she just met, that was odd to him, but he wasn’t going to argue with her on her name.

The training session went off without a hitch. (Y/N) was a natural when it came to guiding young heroes, unlike the usual pro he worked with. And she was even better at cooperating with Aizawa, very eager to let him take the lead but she wasn’t shy about giving her own input. The students did the majority of the work when it came to training, and while the others waited, they were asking Starlight questions.

And he was doing his best trying to stare at her without her noticing, a skill he honed for his quirk but was now using to check out the supposed new teacher. How did he not know they were having a new staff member? Maybe he shouldn’t have fallen asleep during the last meeting in the lounge when they announce the newest news at UA.

“You know you have remarkable students,” she stated as they watched the monitor, showing the two teams of three facing off against one another.

“They could be worse,” was his only response, not looking up from his clipboard as he took notes.

She laughed at his comment. His pen stopped the moment he heard her laughter. It was melodious, and it infected all his senses. All he could do was stand there until the effect wore off. He would have assumed it was her quirk, to be able to overwhelm his mind with just a smile or that giggle of hers, but he knew that wasn’t a part of her light quirk. So why on earth was this affecting him so much?

(Y/N) on the other hand seemed to not notice how much her little actions were affecting the erasure hero. Instead she continued smiling as she bounced backwards and forwards on her heels, and he continued to peer down at her.

“I remember when I was a student here, it was way before you became a teacher,” she stated. “It’s so exciting to be back here as a teacher now, isn’t it?”

He shrugged, “not particularly.”

“Yeah, I guess it might just be nerves,” she sighed. “I’ve never taught before, and just want to see I’m good at it before I agree to take a permanent position.”

So this was a test class for (Y/N) to see if she wanted to become a teacher. He was surprised Nezu would pick his class for her to observe. Not that he could call her a bother. Her advice for the students was good and they all got along with her well. Starlight was an impressive pro in her own right, so she could be able to protect as well as handle the students on her own. She would make a great teacher.

But something told him that her credentials as a teacher wasn’t the reason his chest elevated at the idea of her becoming a permanent teacher at UA. The idea of seeing her everyday and teaching alongside her in the future. Having her smile at him again. Gods, why was he acting like some flustered school girl right now? Fantasizing about getting a little attention from her and blushing a little in his ears in embarrassment.

“You’re doing good so far,” was all he could manage before he just went back to monitoring the students.

She beamed again, somewhat surprised at the small praise he gave her before another wide grin spread across her face and her eyes glistened. There was a small blush on her cheeks, “thank you, Eraserhead.”

The rest of the training went down without a problem– well minimal problems considering the class he had with all their personalities there was bound to be a little conflict. Once he dismissed the class, he wasn’t too surprised that they decided to hang back and ask more questions of (Y/N), who gave them a little bit of a light show, while Aizawa retreated to the teacher’s lounge for a nap between classes.

However when he entered the offices, they weren’t exactly the conditions where he could quietly crawl into his sleeping bag at his desk. Usually teachers would come passing in and out, with never more than a few at their desks at a time. He made it a point to never be in the lounge at the same time as Yamada and Kayama if he was ever hoping for a moment of rest, and now not only were they there, so was every other staff member standing around looking at him.

It was as if someone saw his nightmares and decided to bring them to life. That’s when the door opened behind him, and (Y/N) found herself trapped between the door and Aizawa. She was the one they were all waiting around for and staring at. That made sense, more so than anyone waiting around looking for him. But now he was awkwardly faced with backing away from her as she was too polite to ask him to move.

Nezu popped up, waving his paws excitedly. “Everyone I am very pleased to announce our newest trainee, an alumni of UA and hopefully will be joining us in the fall as a permanent teacher, Starlight!”

“Hi,” she whispered while she waved nervously, flushed crimson from all the attention.

The teachers were as quick to adapt to her as the students had been, greeting her kindly before they started questioning her or introducing themselves. Midnight had practically snatched her away before Aizawa could even follow her head bobbing around the room still nervous. It was kind of endearing how bashful she was around others with how admired she was. He knew she was a media darling, unlike him.

Speaking of media darlings– Present Mic found his way over to his gloomy friend who was standing in the corner staring at the back of her head. He was surprised the loud hero wasn’t also asking the girl a myriad of questions or generally socializing. Instead he walked over and placed an arm around him.

“Like whatcha see?” Yamada cheekily asked, even behind his glasses Aizawa could see his less than innocent suggestive expression.

He shrugged his old friend off, maintaining his stoic attitude. “Stop pushing your own fantasies onto me.”

“So you aren’t staring at the new girl because you like her? Because otherwise you’re just a creep.”

Annoyed, he tried to make his way over to his desk. He didn’t like her like that, not that he disliked her either, he barely knew her, and was too old to have a crush, he wasn’t some teenager who gets a crush on the new girl and then acts all timid about it. He was an adult taking a normal amount of interest in another adult. There was nothing seedy about it and especially nothing to discuss with Yamada about.

Even if he did like (Y/N) like that, he had other priorities. He spent all morning teaching and spent his nights patrolling. There wasn’t really time to factor in anything or anyone else. It’s why he couldn’t have a pet cat like he thought about having sometimes, and why his only friends were his coworkers. Do whatever the pounding feeling in his chest from when she smiled at him or the sensations in his stomach might as well have been indigestion.

Almost as if thinking of her could summon her attention, (Y/N) was looking at him again with a timid little grin as she tried her best to be subtle while talking to Kayama. It was a pleasant feeling to have (Y/N) watching him oddly enough. It wasn’t awkward or uncomfortable. Maybe it was because she did it with a more confident and friendly manner; while he’s said a few short sentences to her and stared stoically like a creep the entire time. Only a fool like Yamada would assume that meant some sort of pining.

“Come on, when’s the last time a girl’s caught your attention like this?” Yamada added.

Aizawa rolled his eyes at the comment, but the blonde had a point. He hadn’t really been interested in anyone in any sort of regard, especially not to the heart pounding levels that (Y/N) had reduced him to.

Something he didn’t think he’s felt for anyone. Maybe that’s why he couldn’t help but look at her as well and why his thoughts were all of her. Trying to figure out what pull she had over him with little more than a flutter of her eyelashes and the hint of a smile.

“There is nothing–” he began before the door slammed open dramatically.

“HAVE NO FEAR,” All Might boisterously announced, holding the door frame as he almost threw himself into the room wearing his hero costume for the first time in the privacy of the lounge, with a smile so wide it actually made Aizawa cringe in pain. However he moves in an instant to pick up the young hero and placed her on his bicep, “FOR (Y/N) IS HERE!”

“Papa this is so embarrassing,” she whispered, hiding her red face in her hands as he chuckled loudly.

The rest of the room however seemed to adore the antics while Aizawa was left in shock. He hadn’t realized that the hero Starlight was the daughter of the number one hero. He knew the both worked in the same city but they didn’t look alike in the slightest and their quirks were so different. It was mind boggling to think that the two of them were related.

Yamada leaned in closer to his friend with a mix of shocked expression and also a shit-eating grin as he somehow found amusement from the situation.

“Well that sucks man, you finally meet a girl who you like and her dad could and looks like he would turn you into a soft pretzel,” Yamada lamented.

He rolled his eyes again dismissively, he wasn’t interested with this girl and the amount of insistence was getting annoying. Aizawa decided there was no way he was going to get any rest in this room between All Might’s powerful laughter or the other chattering of teachers. So he thought maybe he could find an empty room to catch some rest before classes resumed.

“Hey, Eraserhead!” A cheerful voice called out.

He stopped the moment he heard his hero name aloud, the voice causing vibrations to run down his back with a chill that was almost upsettingly pleasant. Aizawa turned to face the young woman that was almost sheepish in her demeanor yet there was a bold determination in her eyes that reminded you that she was a top heroine who could burn you with her eyes.

“I was wondering if you would mind if I asked Nezu if I could do more training sessions with your class?”

He raised a brow. That was what she wanted to ask him? She was amazing with those little bastards, better than he was. She didn’t seem like she wanted to band their heads together every time one of them spoke too loudly. And working together had definitely been beneficial for them, and been a lot easier than working with someone as inexperienced as All Might.

But then there was a part of him, a small voice in the back of his head that said he would get more days of getting to stand with her, making small conversation and the occasional eye contact. There was a part of him that craved the opportunity to be closer to her, and it caused several alarms to go off.

“Yeah,” was all he uttered, trying his best to keep his composure despite his mental panic.

A large grin spread across her face. It wasn’t like her father’s, it wasn’t so impossibly wide, it was always sweet and small even when it was wide. She started bouncing with excitement. “Oh, thank you!”

“Don’t thank me,” he quickly replied, “you’re a natural. You’re probably a better teacher than me already.”

“Oh, I don’t believe that,” she turned away abashedly, cupping her warm face as she had a small grin. “You’re a great teacher. My dad told me all about what you did for your students at the USJ. And the way you stood up for Bakugo at the sports festival. You clearly care a lot about them. So you’re a great teacher.”

He bowed his head. “Um, thank you.”

“I’m looking forward to getting to work alongside you because of that,” she extended her arm out.

Hesitantly, he returned the gesture and accepted her hand in a firm shake.

Now he was forced to look at her face on, touching the soft skin of her hand– although he could feel calluses and small scars from years of training, and the glimmer in his eyes that captivated him. He now realized that he did in fact have feelings for her.

This was going to be a problem.

Toshinori has been absolutely ecstatic when (Y/N) first mentioned that she might be interested in teaching. As proud of her as he was the day she proudly announced she was going to be a pro hero just like her daddy. The idea of them continuing to work together at UA, as they had at Might Tower, made him practically float on clouds all week. And now that that dream had become a reality, he was still floating on cloud nine and adoring his little girl flourishing in this new environment with him.

And flourishing she was. The students were excited to have such a high profile hero that was popular among the youths as an instructor. Midoriya was still not over the initial shock even after two weeks. The teachers all got along with her well, (Y/N) spent her time with Midnight the most of any faculty. And while he wasn’t sure she was the best influence, he was glad she had a female friend to talk with.

He just wanted everything to be perfect during her stay at UA with the hope it would convince her to come on full time as a teacher in the fall.

And so far everything was going perfect, she seemed especially happy at UA in a way she never was at Might Tower even with how adored and respected she was as a hero in her own right. It gave him hope.

Almost a month into her time at UA, he started to notice how exceptionally happy she was. And how reminiscent it was of her teenage years with how much she was bouncing around or humming to herself. It was such an innocent and girlish attitude his little girl was developing. He wondered if being back at her old school was having this effect on her.

“It’s probably a guy,” Midnight explained, causing Toshinori to spit out his coffee. Midnight however continued to nonchalantly sip her coffee with a mischievous– or more accurately lustful gaze. “Trust me, a young woman like her only gets that giddy when there’s a new tryst on her mind.”

“Can you please not speak about my daughter like that,” he begged, cringing as he tried to delete her suggestions and phrasing from his mind.

Midnight shrugged, “hey, I was already toning it down from what I really wanted to say, but okay.”

“Anyways, there isn’t a ‘man’ in her life. There wouldn’t be any free time for something like that,” he dismissed. She was too busy with work and patrolling to find someone. “Who would it even be?”

“You’re right,” she conceded, although her tone remained as dismissive as ever, sarcastic even. “What single, ruggedly handsome man would she be able to spend a lot of time getting to know personally?”

She stood up to leave the lounge and seemingly motioned his eyes over to his daughter (who jokes on her– he was already admiring in the corner of his eye at all times) who was having a lively discussion with Aizawa. Midnight even coughed loudly as she exited. Toshinori’s eyes followed her and then returned to the pair. What was she trying to imply?

(Y/N) was giving him a sweet smile, her eyes closed, and her hand was placed on his shoulder in a very friendly and open fashion. Whereas the usually stoic man was remaining open to her friendliness, and although his back was turned to the older hero, he could have sworn the corner of his mouth tugged up into a small grin. Suddenly chills ran up his back.

No. That was impossible.

They were just coworkers who worked together to train 1A effectively. That was all it was.

The pair also ate lunch together, which was odd because Aizawa never ate lunch in the lunchroom. But they didn’t eat lunch alone. Present Mic and Midnight flocked to them every time the two came in from class. Being the wonderful daughter she was, (Y/N) would invite him to come eat with them. When he did decide to sit with them, he couldn’t help but observe the continued closeness between the two.

Little conversations between just the two of them, as if they were developing their own language. Once again, (Y/N) was placing her hand on his shoulder or arm so casually that he didn’t even interact anymore. There was a fondness in Aizawa’s eyes he didn’t show to anyone else in school, although (Y/N) had always had that effect when she smiled, that’s why she was such a great hero. But it was still odd for him.

So the two were friends? What’s wrong with that? They were just two co-workers with friendly banter.

That was until he caught Aizawa blushing at her while she was instructing the students. It was a light rose color that spread from his ears to his cheeks. Toshinori could feel his whole body freeze as he contemplated his initial idea of Louisiana Smashing the erasure hero before he could turn to activate his quirk, but ultimately decided against it.

Of course Aizawa was a bit infatuated with (Y/N), she was amazing. Beautiful, powerful, and smart. There was nothing to fear, his girl didn’t reciprocate his feelings. She couldn’t. She wouldn’t. But just in case…

While cooking dinner with (Y/N) one night, a tradition the two started when she moved to Musutafu and was staying at a hotel until she decided whether or not the move was going to be permanent. Toshinori enjoyed the free time he would have with his daughter at the end of every other day, being able to relax in his true form with the person he loved most and just talk about the exhausting days they’ve both had.

He knew that there was likely nothing to really inquire about, but curiosity spoke to him in a little voice (that sounded a lot like Midnight) telling him to question her. “So how have you enjoyed working with Eraserhead? You’ve spent a lot of time together.”

Then a vermillion blush spread across her entire face as she cupped her cheeks as if to hide her glowing face in embarrassment. Turning away she started to mumble some flustered response as she ran off to go check on the oven even though they hadn’t put anything in it yet. And then Toshinori felt pure dread.

Did his little girl really have a crush? All signs unfortunately pointed to yes.

Horrible memories started to resurface in his mind. When she had become a teenager, he knew that was around the time he developed an interest in girls and he knew he needed to protect her against all men. When she was sixteen he noticed she had started taking an interest in boys, but she never actually had a boyfriend in that time. It wasn’t until she was living on her own that she started dating.

At Might Tower, he had spent a good three years intimidating all his staff during her internship with the firm understanding that the boss’ daughter was off limits. So there was never anything seedy in the workplace. But he hadn’t done that at UA. Toshinori never assumed he would have had to.

But how was he supposed to forbid his twenty-five year old daughter from dating someone? Or more precisely– how was he supposed to stop Aizawa from getting involved with his little starlight.

He needed guidance.

“What do you want, Toshinori?” Gran Torino asked, impatience and venom in his tone. He had been woken up from one of his midday naps by his former student who never called him unless he needed something, and so he wasn’t in the best mood.

Toshinori, literally shaking in his boots, was trying to covertly converse on his phone while working at his desk, discreetly holding the phone to his mouth. “Actually I was hoping you could give me some advice about (Y/N), she just started teaching and I–”

“How is the little firefly?” Gran Torino cut him off immediately, his spirit elevated and more cheerful. Toshinori sighed in relief at the shift in tone, allowing his shaking to steady. “Is she adjusting okay? Maybe I should come and give her some advice from my years as a teacher at UA. The two of us will have lunch.”

“No, she’s doing great as a teacher,” he replied quickly. “It’s actually about something more personal.” He took a deep breath, “I think she’s interested in one of her coworkers. Maybe I’m being too overprotective, he’s a good man and teacher, but I don’t think it’s appropriate if she’s going to come on staff full time.”

It wasn’t a lie. He was worried that if (Y/N) and Aizawa got together, it could affect her coming to work at UA full time if they broke up. And then his little girl would be heartbroken and she would never come back to visit him and he would die of loneliness.

There was a deafening silence on the other end.

“Toshinori… you hold him down, I’ll be there in a few minutes,” a deathly serious voice whispered from the other side of the line. “We can teach him… a lesson.”

There was a part of him that wished to indulge this fantasy of being able to continuously beat away any boy or man that tried to take his precious little girl away or could possibly hurt her. But hearing it spoken aloud like this, gave him the startling realization just how crazy it sounded. How crazy he sounded.

“Well, Sensei, I don’t think that violence is the answer. He’s not a bar person, or anything,” he began.

“No, we’ll just give him a little scare, you see,” the old man practically seethed, as he thought about what kind of person could be chasing after the little girl who used to want to play hero with him. “And maybe break a limb or two if he’s particularly scummy.”

Oh lord, was this the path he was leading himself down with those overprotective father act? He was starting to become as senile and cruel as Gran Torino.

While he would never say any of that out loud, for fear of his life, but he took a moment to reevaluate his behavior over the past ten years of intimidating and scaring off every male that entered (Y/N)’s vicinity.

“That won’t be necessary, Sensei, ever,” he replied. “But thank you, this has been reflective for me.”

“If you change your mind, call me and I’ll be there as quickly as possible. And if I hear something bad from her related to this, then we’re definitely going to have words, Toshinori,” the old man concluded, hanging up the phone as if he had better things to do.

Toshinori pinched their bridge between his eyes. Why was raising daughter one of the more difficult feats than half the battles he had fought as the number one? He was going to need heart medicine by the end of this.

“Have you noticed my dad acting particularly weird lately?” (Y/N) asked Kayama as they sipped tea in the empty teachers lounge after Snipes left.

The dark-haired seductress cocked a brow, “weird? Try borderline psychotic.” She laughed for a second and then shrugged her shoulders, “but what are you supposed to do if you have to watch your little girl flirting with your coworker every day?”

(Y/N)’s eyes widened and her cheeks flushed, “what?”

“Oh, don’t play coy with me, Starlight. I see the way you undress Aizawa’s sleeping bag when you think no one’s looking,” the older woman smirked, “it’s honestly adorable how much like school girls you both get around each other. I guess that’s the effect of being in high school, even if you’re the teacher now.”

“It’s not like that, me and Shouta are–”

“Shouta? On a first name basis after a few weeks, he must really be smitten,” Kayama sipped her tea.

“No, it’s just that he calls me by my first name so it was only fair that he let me call him by his first name. It’s a sign of respect and– okay, I give in,” the light hero conceded as she slammed her head onto the table in defeat. Kayama hummed triumphantly. (Y/N) whispered, “I maybe, sorta, kinda like him just a little.”

Kayama day back with a proud smile, with how she was able to see past his bullshit. “Which is the reason your father is acting up, it’s his parental instinct.” She took another sip of her tea. “That and I told him.”

“YOU WHAT?!” (Y/N) exclaimed, spitting out her tea.

“It wasn’t intentional, he just noticed how giddy you were getting over Aizawa, and I mentioned the most logical reason was that you love him,” Kayama teased like a kindergarten student, causing (Y/N) to blush.

To say her father was overprotective was an understatement. When she first mentioned the girls in her class having boyfriends when she started her high school classes, he forbade dating during her first year. During her third year, he looked at her tearfully as he almost choked trying to give her permission to date. After that she knew it would be best to keep her romantic life separated from her home life. Which wasn’t really hard as she had always been focused on building her hero career that she never had time for boyfriends or dating.

But Aizawa was different. She liked him. There hadn’t been someone she was this attracted to in a long time. He was a good man, unlike the other ones she had met recently that were more interested in dating the media darling Starlight than (Y/N). Aizawa could care less about media attention or fame. Working alongside him allowed her to see a side of him she hadn’t expected based on when she was told about him. But then there was the Yagi of it all.

Her father started to chaperone her lessons more often than not during the past few weeks. He would all but force distance between the two physically and socially, either by preoccupying them or third wheeling in all of their conversations. But she didn’t really mind at first, she loved her father and part of the reason she came to UA was to be closer to him as his health deteriorated. But the more her feelings of Aizawa grew the more frustration with her father grew.

(Y/N) sighed and rested her face on her palm in exasperation. “What should I do?”

“Go get your man,” Kayama commanded, pointing at the door with an authoritative voice that made (Y/N) jump up like a soldier to their drill sergeant. But then her face twisted into a lustful expression, licking her lips, “and then put those bandages of his to good use and you tie him up and–”

“Kayama!” (Y/N) screamed.

“Fine, fine, fine. Be boring and go on your little vanilla dates and hand holding,” Kayama waved. “But do follow my advice on being more assertive. If you want Aizawa then make the first move. And if your father has a problem with it, then tell him off. You’re a strong independent hero, goddamnit!” Kayama passionately announced. “Now go do what I told you to.”

“Yes, ma’am,” she saluted the r-rated hero, marching out of the teacher’s lounge with purpose in her step after their little pep talk, repeating her words mentally to continue her momentum to some undetermined location.

Luckily before she ended up marching around aimlessly, she noticed a mop of messy black hair appeared in the corner of her eye turning the corner. She didn’t know if she was grateful she ran into Aizawa first before her father, but it was probably best she confirmed her feelings as mutual before she embarrassed herself in front of her father with some awkward conversation and then she got rejected.

She raised her hand to wave him over friendly and give him a small smile that she usually gave him, but she couldn’t help but blush when he looked over at her. “Hey, Shouta, I wanted to ask you–”

“(Y/N)!”

She stopped in her treks, feeling her whole body freeze up as a familiar voice filled the hallway. She turned over and saw him in his bulky form, clearly aware that Aizawa was there too. She almost rolled her eyes, guessing this was going to be another tactic to keep them apart. It was so patronizing.

“Papa, I was about to speak with Shouta,” she began, turning to him, attempting to continue the assertive streak that Midnight had built up in her.

Unfortunately her newfound confidence wasn’t comparable to his dad card. He simply crossed his arms, “actually I need to speak with him first. And then I want to speak with you quickly.”

“Okay,” she caved. So much for being assertive.

“Yeah, sure,” Aizawa shrugged casually, following the blonde hero into an empty conference room.

(Y/N) waited outside the room for what felt like an hour. She wanted so badly the blast down the door with her light beams, and she’d be lying if she said she hadn’t tried to hear through the door. But she instead waited around imagining what they could possibly be talking about. (Y/N) knew logically it could simply be about class or a student, 1A wasn’t lacking in problem children that was for sure. But a part of her wondered if it was something else, considering what Midnight said. God, she hoped it wasn’t.

On the inside the room was tense but time didn’t feel as if it was moving slowly. Instead Aizawa felt like he had stepped into a sort of interrogation room at a police precinct. The fluorescent lights burnt into his tired vision and the room almost made him claustrophobic. But none of that compared to All Might’s tense presence. How his blue eyes peered into his soul as he motioned for him to sit down.

“You’ve become awfully friendly with (Y/N) since she came to UA,” he stated, his voice was a mix between the intimidating hero and the awkward father that made up his character perfectly.

Aizawa narrowed his gaze. “She’s been helpful. She’s a natural when it comes to teaching.”

“But personally, I feel as if the two of you have become quite fond of one another,” All Might continued. “Maybe a little more than friendly.”

An observation that wasn’t incorrect. While he had friends on the staff, no one would exactly describe Aizawa as a friendly person. But he was more sociable with (Y/N) for sure. And he knew the older hero had taken notice of it, considering how he basically forces him into the corner during his own classes to keep him from her.

“Can we cut to the chase already? I have work to finish and (Y/N) still needs to speak with me,” he sighed.

All Might cleared his throat, then he stared at him in the eyes seriously. “You’re a good teacher and a good hero, and working with you I’d even say you’re a good man. But that’s my daughter, which means no matter how good you are, it’ll never be what I feel as if it’s half of what she deserves.”

There would always be a part of him that looked at (Y/N) and saw the little baby girl who wasn’t able to fully wrap her hand around his finger, but would smile up at him with the cutest little grin. Who proudly announced to everyone that she was going to be a hero just like her daddy. Who was willing to move across the country to help take care of him as his health continued to deteriorate every day.

He sighed, he wouldn’t be able to hold this form much longer. And then he would be reminded of how limited his life may be in the next few months.

“But if you really care about her and your intentions are good enough, then I do think you two can be happy together and that’s all I want for her,” he concluded.

Aizawa nodded his head. “I expected as much from the number one. I don’t know if she’s going to feel the same,” he shrugged, “but I promise I’ll do my best to make her happy and keep her safe.”

All Might extended his hand out for a handshake, Aizawa reluctantly accepted it. It seemed as if this family really enjoyed firm handshakes. But unlike his daughter’s more delicate hands, his were massive and his grip was a strong reminder that he would be able to crush him even if he did erase his quirk.

“Do make sure that you keep your promise, because if you do ever cause her grief or hurt her, then I am taking her back, and then you and I will have words.”

There was something cold and threatening about the look in All Might’s eyes that told Aizawa to not call his bluff. The man really loved his daughter, he wouldn’t doubt the lengths he would go to protect her. But Aizawa didn’t back down from the handshake, he meant his promise and he didn’t intend on breaking it.

“Then we’re all good,” he grinned, as if he hadn’t just threatened the man.

When the door finally opened, she backed away trying to innocently seem as if she wasn’t trying to eavesdrop on their conversation. Aizawa filed out to wait for the two to finish their conversation, which he now imagined wouldn’t be much more different than the one he just had with him. She smiled at him faintly before closing the door behind her as she entered.

Trying to remember her conversation with Midnight, she took a deep breath and turned her expression more serious. There was something about being with her father that always reduced her back to being a little girl. There wasn’t a lot of conflict in their relationship, and she never really confronted him about anything. But she was an adult now.

“Listen, papa,” she began.

Before she could continue Toshinori poofed out of muscular form and coughed up blood.

“Papa!” she shrieked, quickly running over and pulling out her handkerchief to wipe up the blood. “You shouldn’t overexert yourself like that!”

“I know, don’t worry so much,” he excused, taking the handkerchief and cleaning up his mouth.

She placed her hands in defiance on her waist and glared at him sternly, “how am I not supposed to not worry when you’re coughing out blood like that?”

He smiled fondly, “you’ve always worried about me even before I got this injury. So, you’ve always taken care of me. It’s why I was so happy when you started here and thought you would be around a lot more.” Toshinori looked down at his lap and smiled melancholically. “I don’t exactly get to be All Might a lot these days, and the only time I was really Toshinori Yagi the last few decades was with you.”

(Y/N) wrapped her arms around his shoulders, rubbing them gently. “I wanted to be around you too, papa. But I don’t think that’s the only reason I’m going to take up that permanent position after summer break.”

There were so many reasons she could list. Being close to her father was one of the most important reasons she wanted to stay at UA. She got along with her colleagues so well, better than she ever did with anyone at Might Tower. The students were amazing, and she had grown fond of them so easily. And seeing where things went with Aizawa was definitely one of them. Even if he rejected her, it was still a step she was looking forward to because it meant she was becoming more bold and open.

“That’s good,” he swallowed, sniffing as he shuffled around on his chair awkwardly. “You deserve to have so many things in your life that make you happy.” That was an honest statement, he looked up at her with a warm smile and eyes that looked a little glazed over.

He moved to wrap his arms around her properly and she rested her head carefully on his shoulder. Toshinori rubbed the top of her head and ran his fingers through her hair. (Y/N) squeezed him gently before she pulled away with a big smile.

“I love you,” she grinned, “and I promise you that Thursdays will always be our dinner night.”

“You better keep that promise,” he pointed sternly. “And please try and spare your father and try and keep everything on the downlow at work, please?”

She nodded furiously before moving to exit the conference room, knowing he wouldn’t be able to leave until the hallway was clear so no one would know about his declining health. When she left the room, she was grateful to find Aizawa still waiting outside patiently, with a thousand mile stare.

“Hey,” she awkwardly announced her presence.

He turned to her with the same stoic expression he always had, but there was a little more interest in his tone than usual when she spoke to him. “Hey.”

(Y/N) took a deep breath, trying to focus on what Kayama had said. Well not all of it. Which caused her to start focusing on his binding cloth as she tried not to think of her little suggestion. What had she said actually? Oh, yeah. Being more assertive. She was a goddamn hero, asking out someone she got along with shouldn’t be so scary. So, why was she shaking?

“I, uh, was um, uh wondering, if you um wanna maybe, uh,” she stuttered, and her serious expression was more unblinking and twitching in execution. “This isn’t coming out the way I wanted it to,” she whispered to herself as she lowered her head in shame.

He looked down at her, “have we finally found something you’re not a natural at? I was worried they were going to replace me with you, you’re certainly a better teacher.” He moved his hand to rub the back of his head as he looked up at the ceiling, “but it seems like we’re both just as bad when it comes to this stuff.”

She looked up at him with confused and wide eyes, her mouth agape as she came to understand what he meant. “I think I might be worse.”

“Not possible,” he responded. “I thought if I ignored it then I would just get over it, but then after a few weeks my game plan morphed more into an ‘maybe if I stare at her long enough she’ll return my feelings’ approach. Even Yamada tried to give me advice.”

(Y/N) giggled at the idea of Aizawa getting flirting advice from Present Mic of all people. “Well I got advice from Kayama, which is to say I learnt a little too much about her and her feelings towards you.”

“That’s horrifying,” he commented.

“Yeah, it was. But not as mortifying as I imagine whatever conversation you had with my father was,” she retorted, picturing the two men having a sit down to talk about whatever romantic prospect the two could have. It made her face warm up again.

“It was your typical ‘hurt my daughter and you’re dead’ scare trick,” he shrugged casually, “but I don’t doubt that he meant it. He nearly crushed my hand as a warning.” He brought up his right hand.

She face palmed as she imagined the scenario in her mind. “Of course he did. Don’t worry he’s all bark.” She cracked a grin. “But who you really have to worry about is Gran Torino, he’s really scary.”

“Noted,” he nodded slowly, meeting her gaze. “Are there any more pro heroes I’m going to have to stare down before you’ll grab a bite with me sometime?” He questioned, with a slight smirk.

“I don’t know, Sir Nighteye might wanna give you a stare down one of these days,” she teased, giggling a bit under her breath as he rolled his eyes at the statement. “But I would love to get something to eat before then,” she earnestly said.

He shrugged, “I’ll have to think about it.”

She punched his shoulder playfully, causing him to squint and clutch his arm in slight pain. “Rude.” She placed her hands on her waist as she glared at him, “you know I have half a mind to just–”

Before she could finish half heartedly scolding him, he grabbed her jaw and pulled her up to place his lips against hers. It took her a moment to register what was happening before she leaned into the kiss, grasping at the binding cloth to bring him closer to her. Eraserhead was a surprisingly good kisser with how he moved his lips against hers. The kiss was breathless as he pulled away slowly.

“Still thinking about it?”

THIS IS SO CUTE!!

Say Uncle!

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

Genre:Fluff

Summary: Eijirou surely didn’t expect this when coming over to your place for dinner.

A/N: Hi! I was watching some David Dobrik compilations and well this happened! I’m working on getting all of the stuff from my ask box done, and I have two that I can hopefully post Saturday(: I’d say tomorrow but I’m going to be pretty busy so we’ll see, for now, enjoy this!

The knock that sounded throughout the room had Bakugou excited, even if he wouldn’t outwardly show it. You saw how quickly he walked away from the counter where you were chopping vegetables and headed to the front door. You smiled to yourself when you heard the greetings pass between the two men, and their walk to the couch in the living area. You wiped your hands on your apron, making your way there to pop in and say hi yourself. 

“Hey Eijiro, it’s good to see you!” You made your way over and hugged him, who enthusiastically hugged you back.

“(y/n)! I missed you!”

“Tch.”

“I already said I missed you, no need to pout.”

“Shut it shitty hair, I’m mad you’re hogging my wife.”

You laughed, pulling away from Kirishima and gave his shoulders a squeeze.

“I have to finish dinner, you should ask Katsuki about the present he got you.” You smiled at your husband, who gave you a glare.

“Weren’t we supposed to do that together?”

“You got me a present? Bro, you didn’t have to. You know I’ll take it anyways though.”

“Wait babe-”

“Just give it to him, you guys should share this moment.” You smiled sweetly, giving your husband a kiss on the cheek as you walked back into the kitchen.

Katsuki sighed, a light blush on his cheeks as he told his best friend to quit asking so many questions.

“I’ll get the damn thing just shut up already!”

“Yes sir!” Kirishima dropped himself onto the couch, eyes roaming the TV as he checked out the current playing sports teams scores. 

Bakugou went to his room upstairs, grabbing an envelope that sat ready on his nightstand. He took a deep breath before leaving the room, unsure as to why he felt so nervous. It was ridiculous to feel that way, but even if he’d never admit it out loud, Eijirou was his best friend. He cared about his opinion just as much as he cared about yours. 

He shut his bedroom door, walking back down the steps and into the room before taking a seat next to him.

“Alright here, open it already before I do it myself!”

Kirishima gingerly took the envelope, looking at it in curiosity before carefully opening it. He pulled a white card with fancy red lettering on it.

“We’ve been thinking..” Kirishima read out loud, still confused as he looked to Bakugou.

The man just rolled his eyes, motioning for him to continue reading.

“Open it up stupid.”

“Okay okay!” Eijirou laughed, opening the card to find more of the same fancy writing, reading out loud once more.

“How would you like a promotion.. To uncle? What?” He looked up, staring at his best friend in the eyes.

Bakugou said nothing, but the soft smile on his face spoke more than any words could have.

“A-are you serious?”

“You’re going to be an uncle, Eijiro.”

Kirishima’s eyes stung, a big smile taking over. 

“Y-you guys.. I’m gonna.. You’re having a baby?”

“Yeah, a little demon spawn.”

A sob broke from his lips, and he had to wipe his eyes. He pulled him into a hug, gripping onto Bakugou tightly as he cried.

“Oh my god, I’m so excited! This is amazing, oh my-”

“You’re a dumb ass.” 

Kirishima wanted to retort, but stopped when he heard a sniffle. Katsuki held onto him just as hard, light tears coming out of his own eyes.

Even if it wasn’t spoken, Eijirou knew that what he meant,

‘I’m so happy.’

You had to stop your own tears as you peaked from your spot behind the door, seeing two very important men in your life sharing such a beautiful moment. It wasn’t very often Katsuki let his feelings show like this, but over the years he has grown into a man who did indulge in his feelings every now and again. It was a sight to behold, seeing him act so soft in front of someone who wasn’t you. 

You couldn’t wait to see how he’d be once the baby was here.

“(Y/N)!” Kirishima’s shout startled you, but you wiped your tears and pushed open the door, walking farther into the room.

“Yes?” You asked with a smile, only to be caught off guard once more as he ran towards you and lift you into the air.

“YOU’RE HAVING A BABY!”

“OI YOU BASTARD BE CAREFUL!”

“RIGHT I’M SORRY!” He set you on the ground and gave you a huge forehead kiss, eyes still brimming with tears. 

“I can’t wait for baby Eijirou to come!”

“Who the fuck said we’re naming our kid after you?”

“Me, because I’m the uncle!”

You only laughed as the two began to squabble about baby names, this was your family. 

You wouldn’t have it any other way.

Spin the bottle

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word count: 2,200 (about)

warnings: drinking, smut, kissing, cursing

summary: you never really liked parties and this one was no exception, although this time things have a… Happy ending. 

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