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I need a post war aizawa fic like.. rn !!
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S. Aizawa | Dorm Patrol
So this will be my first time posting one of these on here. It's more of an experiment than anything else, but I had an idea for a one-shot/fic and I figured I'd see if anyone would be interested before I invest actual time into it, you know?
TW: 18+, studentxteacher (implied afab), peeping, masturbation
MINORS, DO NOT INTERACT
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He's wanted you since the first day of classes. Something about you draws him in like a moth to a flame. He's done his best to keep himself in check, but every night when he patrols the dorms, he checks in on you, slipping his head into your room.
If you're up, then he makes sure to check in on some of the others to make sure he doesn't arouse suspicion, but if you're asleep, he watches you sleep for a bit, admiring your features.
After his dorm patrol is over, he goes to his own room and locks the door, using his rolled up undershirt as a gag as he violently pumps his cock, not even waiting to get all the way out of his hero suit. He thinks of the way your lips move when you talk, how they would taste on his, how you've got just the right figure, how he wants to touch every inch of you with his rough hands.
Sometimes, if training is one on one and you volunteer to be used in his demonstration, he rubs one out during his lunch break, barely making it to his room before he loses his composure completely.
As teens are wont to do, you start experimenting on yourself, and hearing you pant and moan under your own ministrations has him hard instantly. His impulse tells him to burst through your door and ravage you the way you deserve until his cock is coated in your juices and your voice gives out from screaming his name, but he knows that he shouldn't, so he fights it with everything he has and opts to just listen.
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Please like this and/or tell me if you'd like to see it more detailed. I'm not quite prepared to do a lot of asks, but if you want, you can send me something to mull over for later.
Shinsou as Aizawa's kid
Shinsou: Hey, Dad, can I go to Momo's for a party? Aizawa: No- gets caught by the quirk Shinsou: I'll be back by midnight, I promise. Don't come after me and don't be too mad. Byeee- Aizawa: In his mind, still stuck in the quirk's grip That little shit-
S. Aizawa | A Flame From the Ashes
Art: bill60223 on X(Twitter)
Step-father Aizawa x Step-daughter reader, where (Y/n) looks too much like her [dead] mother to resist
Word count: 2666
MINORS, DO NOT INTERACT
CW: 18+, dub-con, (sort of) incest, vaginal penetration, overstimulation, age gap (reader is 16)
It’s been a few years since your mother died, and it’s affected you and your stepfather both immensely. But in those years, the loss has just made your bond even stronger. You do everything together whenever you can, and he even takes time off of work for you, which makes it even more special. He is your rock, and you are his.
You’ve never really had a boyfriend, and even when you have, they never last long. It’s not that you look bad; you look more and more like your mom every day, and she was gorgeous. It’s not your demeanor; you’re very kind, sweet, and caring to everyone you meet. For the life of you, you can’t figure out why you can’t keep a boyfriend longer than a few days.
It was your sweet 16 last weekend, and this weekend, you’ve decided to just chill in your house instead of going out to see other people or having any friends over. With all of the excitement of your birthday and then school throughout the week, there’s only one person you want to be around: Aizawa. He’s a wonderful father-figure, even though he’s not your biological parent.
You haven’t seen your own father since your mom took you when you were 7 to see him in prison, so Aizawa is the only real dad you have. He’s also the only family that you have, as your mom didn’t have any family left and Aizawa himself doesn’t have anyone, either. It’s just the two of you, and honestly, that’s enough for you.
Aizawa is a bit cold and strict with everyone else, but with you, he’s like a different person entirely. He dotes on you as if you were truly his own, giving you all the love and affection that he has inside. It’s almost enough to make you jealous when he is nice to anyone else, because you’re so used to being the only one to receive his affection and it makes you feel special to be that person.
That being said, he has already promised this weekend will be just you and him, and you couldn’t be more excited. He’s even coming home early from work just to maximize his time with you since last weekend was time you spent with all of your friends. It is almost like his birthday gift to you. Well, another gift, since he also gave you actual gifts at your birthday party, but this is like an encore.
When you get home from school, you go take a shower because you want to be clean and comfortable when you snuggle in with him for the movies he promised to watch later. After your shower, you get into your favorite oversized T-shirt and shorts, leaving your hair loose after you brush it so it can dry properly.
Once you’re finished, you waltz out into the living area, running to greet him at the door. He’d barely had time to even properly get inside before you attacked him with a hug. “Hi, Daddy,” you say affectionately, squeezing him tightly. The sight of you so excited makes his heart skip a beat, and he leans down to give you a soft kiss on your forehead.
“Hey there, sweetpea,” he greets back, setting his keys and a bag with takeout in it on the counter and kicking the door closed behind him, wrapping you in his warm, strong arms. “You ready for this weekend,” he questions softly, affection laced in his voice that one would only hear when he’s talking to you. Once again, you find yourself feeling happier because of this knowledge.
“Yeah,” you answer back, your voice bubbling with excitement. Your eyes glitter as you look up at him, your cheek squished against his chest as you continue to hug him so tightly. He can’t help but smile at how adorable you are. When you let go of him, you both eat your takeout and he goes to take a quick shower, coming out in sweatpants and a T-shirt. “Ready to watch some movies,” he asks, chuckling when you nod so eagerly.
You settle in and watch a steady marathon of all of your favorite movies, only really getting up between movies to go to the bathroom or get up to make popcorn or get more drink. It’s the perfect chill night with your favorite person in the whole world. You watch movies for hours, staying curled into his side but snuggling closer with every movie that you watch.
On one movie break, when you come back from the bathroom, he lets you sit on his lap. It’s a perfectly normal occurrence between the two of you, and you like it because it means that he can hold you even closer while you watch movies with him, his chin resting on your shoulder as you relax together. You watch the whole movie like this, comfortable in his embrace with nowhere else you’d rather be.
“Hey (Y/n),” he whispers into your ear, his chin digging into your shoulder with every word as he speaks. “Yeah,” you answer back softly, turning your head slightly to look at him for whatever he wants to say. He looks like he debates what he wants to ask before finally opening his mouth to speak. “Do you want to watch a new movie with me?”
“A new movie? Sure,” you say excitedly. You always love when he has new movies to show you, so you’re sure this will be no different. He looks at you with a soft smile, affection and… something else, twinkling in his gray eyes. He speaks, his voice soft and sweet. “Alright, (Y/n)… It’s a bit more mature than some of the things we watch, but you’re getting older now, so I can’t limit you to kids movies forever, you know?”
“Oh… Well, I don’t mind, I guess. I’m sure it will be fine, right?” You look at him, returning his soft smile. He pulls up the movie he wants to watch and returns his chin to your shoulder, his arms draped loosely around you. It’s Deadpool, so there’s a lot of action and you are absorbed in the story since it’s almost like what you imagine Aizawa doing, but a bit more violent and vulgar.
The vulgarity doesn’t really bother you, because you’ve heard worse at school. It’s when Wade finds Vanessa and their intimate moments are displayed that you find yourself getting a bit flushed and embarrassed. You try to power through, but your body starts to become as warm as your face and you have no idea why, but your heart is also racing.
“You okay, sweetpea,” Aizawa asks softly, secretly knowing exactly what’s happening and reveling in it. “I… I’m okay, Daddy,” you say, your face beet red, unable to look away from the movie. It’s like morbid curiosity. You feel Aizawa’s chin digging into your shoulder again when he speaks. “That’s what two people do when they love each other very much,” he whispers softly.
You swallow and keep watching, not noticing where his hands are until he slips one down over your hips and in between your legs, rubbing you softly through your shorts. Your core throbs from the sudden touch and you let out a soft noise of surprise. “Shhh,” he whispers. “It’s okay, (Y/n). I know what you need. You just have to trust me, okay?”
“Mhm,” you answer hesitantly, more of a whimper than anything else. He gives a soft smile and applies a bit more pressure, causing the throbbing to increase, wetness building quickly at your entrance. You’re not really paying much attention to the movie anymore, and he pauses it to give you his full attention. You whimper again, not sure what this is but knowing that it feels wonderful.
He knows you need a bit more, so he slips his hand into your shorts and starts playing directly with your throbbing clit. Your legs try to squeeze closed on instinct, but he holds them apart. He coos sweetly into your ear while he massages you just right, “You’re my sweet girl, aren’t you?” Your mind is slow to process that he’s said anything, still concentrated on the pleasure, but you manage to answer. “Y-Yes, Daddy.”
He smirks quietly, slipping his other hand up your shirt to start massaging your breasts, playing with your hardened nipples. You lean back into his embrace, squirming as he gives extra care and attention to your sensitive skin. He decides that it’s time to keep going, slipping a long digit into your weeping hole while he keeps circling your clit with his thumb. The sudden invasion makes you gasp, but it feels good when he curls his finger inside you, so you don’t complain.
He listens to the way you mewl in pleasure, your breath coming in hot pants, and he starts to get hard beneath your squirming form. He knows he needs you prepared for him so he adds another finger, kissing the side of your neck. He feels you start to tremble, your juices slick on his hand, and he knows you’re close. “Let yourself go, sweet girl. It’s alright,” he whispers softly.
Something about the way he says it makes your body follow his command and you let out a strangled moan as you squirt all over his hand, clutching at his forearms as you ride it out. He kisses the side of your neck again. “Good girl,” he whispers sensually. “Do you want me to make it feel even better, sweet girl?” He grins as you mumble an affirmative answer, panting hard from the exertion and your release.
He has you turn around, pulling his pants down enough to free his erection, pre cum already leaking from the tip. He motions you closer and guides you to straddle him. “It might hurt a bit at first, but I promise it will feel so good, (Y/n),” he whispers. You nod your understanding and then he pushes your shorts aside, aligning his tip with your entrance. He pushes you down on it slowly, watching himself disappear inside of your slick walls.
“Sweet girl, you have to relax just a bit, okay,” he grunts softly, biting his lip as he slides you down further. You clutch onto his shoulders, tears pricking at your eyes, but you try to do as he says and relax. When you do, you notice that it doesn’t hurt as much anymore and you let out a soft noise of pleasure as he reaches deeper and deeper.
When you’re fully seated on his lap, he lets you sit there for just a minute to get used to the size of him inside of you. It’s a very full feeling. “Are you ready, (Y/n),” he asks you softly. You nod, and he puts his hands on your hips, his grip firm but gentle as he helps you start moving up and down. “D-Daddy, it feels so good,” you whimper as you start moving more on your own.
“Good, sweet girl,” he replies softly, brushing your hair back off of your collarbone and pressing light kisses to your skin, groaning softly as you keep riding his lap. He kisses along your collarbone and up your neck, nipping and sucking the skin lightly here and there. The fabric of your shorts is getting sticky with your juices as you keep going, but neither of you care at this point.
He’s actually thankful that you decided not to wear a bra or panties. It makes it that much hotter for him. He slips off your baggy T-shirt so he can watch your breasts bounce, letting out a low moan at the sight. His hips jerk upwards into you and you let out a whimper of surprise as he starts rutting into you, matching your pace. He thrusts faster, gripping your hips as he helps you keep up with his pace.
The faster and harder he thrusts, the farther he pushes inside you, and the entire situation is just too much to handle. You clench around his cock without warning, soaking his lap as you cry out in pleasure. He barely has time to pull out before his hot seed spills all over your thighs, staining the front of your shorts. Both of you pant, your breathing hot and labored. Something about the sight of you right now turns him on even more.
He pulls you in close and gives you a tender kiss. “How are you feeling, sweet girl,” he asks in a soft whisper. Through your heavy breathing, you mumble, “I’m okay, Daddy.” He watches you for a minute, pulling you a bit closer in his arms and rubbing circles into your back with his fingers. “Do you want more,” he asks cautiously.
“More?” You ask, a bit confused. “I don’t know if I could do that again tonight.” He brings his hand up and caresses your cheek. “(Y/n), I can give you more, and this time, I’ll do all the work… If you want, that is. We don’t have to.” His voice is soft and sweet, and you feel like you do want him to do more. “It’s okay, Daddy… I want to.”
“Alright… Lay down next to me,” he commands softly, patting the couch cushion next to him. You do as he says and watch him strip off his shirt and pants, revealing his muscled form in an extent that you’ve never seen it before. He grabs ahold of your wet, sticky shorts and slides them off of you, leaving you both completely naked, just staring at each other for a moment in silence.
Aizawa moves closer, crawling on top of you. He positions himself between your thighs, leaning down to kiss you. His lips are warm and soft, and he hopes that you can feel just how much he loves you through his kisses. He probes your lips with his tongue, rubbing the tip of his cock on your swollen clit to make you gasp and let him explore your mouth. Your taste is intoxicating to him, and he grins into the kiss as your tongue starts moving against his.
He rubs against you for another minute or two, teasing you just right until you let out a needy whine. “Okay sweet girl… I’ll give you what you want,” he says softly, pushing his cock deep into your already quivering walls. There’s no adjustment period this time before he starts slamming his hips into yours. The new angle rubs that spongy spot in just the right way with every powerful stroke.
He kisses you while he pounds into you, muffling your moans as his tongue invades your mouth once more. He pushes you quickly towards your release, growing more and more ravenous for your taste and the feel of you squeezing around his cock. When his own release comes, he doesn’t even bother pulling out this time, filling you up with cum and pumping it deep inside you.
He fucks you until your cries become completely incoherent and his seed oozes from your overstimulated hole, your heart pounding in our chest and your throat a bit raw. He strokes your hair softly, smiling down at you as he tries to get his own breathing under control. “Are you okay, sweet girl,” he asks affectionately, his gray eyes slightly concerned that he may have gone too far.
You nod slowly, not trusting your voice quite yet. You’re both covered in sweat and the couch is a complete mess, but he doesn’t much care about those things right now. He lays down next to you with his back against the couch, pulling you in close and turning the movie back on. He kisses you gently on the cheek, overjoyed that this all went over so well. He already knows he wants to do it again, but he just hopes that you want to do it again with him as well.
S. Aizawa | Why was I angry...?
Brain came up with a thing after a very restless nap. If anything doesn't make sense, let me know. Art belongs to aleksnerd.art on instagram.
CW: female reader, vaginal penetration, unsafe sex, student/teacher For purposes, the reader is legal and on birth control (I have no idea how to add warnings, so good luck?)
MINORS: DO NOT INTERACT!
I've never really gotten along with my homeroom teacher, but I find myself trying to remember why as I grip the sides of the locker room bench, my body jolting with the impact of his hips into mine.
I'm currently the living definition of 'face down, ass up', and Aizawa's fingers are digging into my hips hard enough that I'm sure I'll have bruises tomorrow. Oh well.
A small part of me is afraid of what will happen if someone catches us like this. A very small part. The rest of me is desperate for him to continue, my pussy swallowing his length greedily with every delicious thrust.
We've already made quite the mess, a combination of my own juices and his cum running down my legs. It's also splattered all over the bench and the floor.
I let out a soft moan as he drives even deeper inside, stretching my walls and massaging my g-spot just right. You'd think it was his job, with how efficiently he does it.
I manage to peek back over my shoulder, and I find him watching me, seemingly reveling in my reactions to his movements. There's a twinkle in his eye that tells me he's not even close to finished.
I try to meet his thrusts with movements of my own, desperate to feel myself tip over the edge again. I know it won't be long until I have what I want, but I'm impatient.
My legs start to tremble as I approach yet another orgasm, and I know Aizawa can feel it coming because he smirks and lets out a prideful huff.
Just before I hit the edge, he slows down, giving a sinister chuckle as I instinctively whine and press myself against him. He leans down until his chest is pressed against my back, his breath tickling the shell of my ear.
"You're more agreeable when you're like this," he whispers in a low, husky voice. "Do you want more?"
I whine in answer, and he pulls almost all the way out, until just the tip of his dick is nestled inside. He growls into my ear, "If you want it, say it. Tell me how much you want it."
I huff softly, my thoughts still reeling. "Please, don't stop. I want it... It feels so good. Please." I beg for more, looking back at him, feeling his hot breath on the side of my face as I do.
"Good girl," Aizawa rumbles softly, leaning back up and giving my ass a playful slap before he starts fucking me again, harder this time.
I moan in a mixture of surprise and delight, my eyes rolling back in ecstasy as he gives me exactly what I wanted.
I feel the coil tightening in my stomach, and my legs start to tremble again, matching perfectly with the quivering of my walls around him.
As I get close, I feel his grip tighten and his breathing become shallow, making soft, desperate sounds as he feels his own orgasm creeping up.
I clench down around him as my release slams into me in waves, and I feel his dick twitch as he fills me to the brim with his hot cum.
This time, he slows down until he stops, and he reaches forward to caress my hair. "Are you alright," he asks, his voice surprisingly soft.
It takes me a moment to answer, my cheek almost glued to the bench with drool. "I... I think so," I answer, my own voice soft and hoarse.
My chest is still heaving from the intensity of my orgasm, and I am almost positive that if he wasn't still holding me up, my knees would give out.
"...We made quite a mess. Let me get you cleaned up," he says, still in that soft voice. He pulls out, pulling me gently into a standing position.
I lean back against his chest, his strong arms supporting most of my weight. We stay like that until my breathing goes back to normal and my legs stop trembling.
Without a word, he leads me over to the shower and turns on the water. After he checks the temperature, he gets in with me, helping me wash my hair and my back.
Normally, we're at each other's throats, but now it's almost like we're two different people. I still can't remember why we were arguing earlier, or how I ended up bent over the bench with his dick rearranging my insides.
I feel a bit awkward as we shower and clean up our mess from on and around the bench, but I'm afraid to break the silence.
I look over at him as he zips his hero suit back up, and he catches me looking. He smirks and reaches over to readjust my uniform, his touch lingering a bit.
Suddenly, he speaks up. "You still have to write the essay on the pros and cons of your quirk and your plans for your future as a hero," he says, his voice returning to its normal tone, as if nothing happened.
As he says it, I remember why we'd been arguing: I didn't want to do the same essay that I've done over and over before. I feel stupid for it, but also oddly... thankful? I nod, confirming that I will do the essay without further complaint.
He watches me stand in silence for a bit, and his eyes soften just a bit before he does another thing that's out of character: he pulls me in for a hug.
"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that," he whispers into my ear. "It was better than I'd imagined, (Y/n)."
I look up at him, processing at dial-up speed. I blush when it clicks. "Maybe... we could do it again sometime," I ask softly, feeling a bit hopeful.
"I thought you told me you couldn't read my mind," he whispers back with a playful smirk. I bury my face into his chest and he just holds me for a while.
By far, this is the best day I've ever had.
Shota Aizawa with an insomniac partner
(CW: brief vague mention of sex)
When you're having trouble sleeping, it takes him a while to notice because he either sleeps too deeply, or is too busy to notice the beginnings of the bags and dark circles under your eyes
But after the 3rd case of energy drinks gets put into the fridge, it clicks for him, and he takes a good look at you to see what's wrong
He'll set aside his work and ask you if you want to talk about it, giving you *the look* when you try to say you don't want to bother him with it
When you talk, he mostly listens to what you have to say, only interjecting when he feels like something needs to be talked about in more detail
He'll pull you into his arms and cuddle you to try to help you sleep better, which usually works, now that your mind isn't full of untended thoughts
But when even that doesn't work, he gets your consent before fucking you hard, not letting up until you're physically too tired to stay awake
And then he loops back a step, pulling you in and wrapping you in his love and warmth, watching you sleep with a tired smile on his lips
I decided to practice drawing again and drew Aizawa :3 I’m kinda proud of it
HIIIIIIII!!! I was wondering if you could do Aizawa x student!reader?? Ik you don't normally write anything but JJK but i rlly like ur writing and would js love to see you make this. 💐TYSM BABESSS ^^
DARLING CAN I BE YOUR FAVORITE?
[•~teacher!aizawa x student!reader SMUT !! (COLLEGE AU!)~•]
[•~synopsis: aw man you failed another test, guess you'll have to fuck your hot teacher.~•]
[•~a/n: i tried my best anon !! js for you, and keep sending in request ppl :D ~•]
"heeey eraser!!" present mic squeals, rushing into the classroom. aizawa looks back at the yellow haired male, obviously fed up with all his bullshit. "whatcha doin?-" eraser mic asks, dragging a chair next to aizawa, not noticing the students were taking a test.
"grading papers"aizawa replies, not paying any attention to the yellow haired individual who was interrupting his class.. present mic looks across the room, admiring all the students and just taking on the sight of the future generation of heroes. "shouldn't you be-" aizawa begins, soon cut off by present mics loud and obnoxious voice "Ooo, this class looks promising shouta, whose ya favorite?"
aizawa rolls his eyes, "don't have any. I don't like picking favorites." he says firmly. present mic is slightly baffled at his response, "really? if I could pick a favorite, I think id pick that red haired kid- actually no wait maybe the green haired one but-" present mic continues to babble on and on to aizawa. who was very obviously tuning him out.
as the bell rings, you watch all the other kids leave the classroom. all giggling and chattering about their plans for the weekend. they all seemed so busy in their conversations, so busy that they didn't notice you were staying back, which was perfect.
as soon as the last person exits the room you walk over towards aizawa. a sly smirk creeping up on your lips. "you said you needed to talk to me?" aizawa places the stack of papers he was grading down, on the table, he leans back in his chair. eyes fixed on you and your figure. "you failed another test, y/n." he says coldly, "and I hope you remember our little deal, hm?" he asks, tapping on his desk, signaling you to come sit.
"how could I forget..." you mumble sitting down on the table, watching as the black haired man approaches you. he was emotionless and rough looking. but you knew deep down he was just as excited for this as you were.
he stands in front of you, in between your legs, and he lifts your chin up with his hands. he stares down into your eyes, "bet you failed on purpose too... didn't you? fucking slut" he mumbles before crashing his lips on yours, you feed back into the kiss, the intensity and passion increasing. aizawa's hands sneakily begin to grope your tits through the fabric of your uniform, caressing them with his rough hands. making you let out breathy moans.
aizawa continues to sloppily kiss you as he begins to unbutton your top, your moans only making his cock harder. you could feel his bulge against your thighs. aizawa pulls away from the kiss, looking down at you with hazy eyes, he places your uniform top on his chair, leaving you in your bra.
he gives your breasts a tight squeeze, admiring the way they bounced. you let out a sharp cry from the sensation. "so pretty f'me aren't you sweetheart?" he coos, hands reaching to your bra's clasp, quickly unclasping it. he throws your bra across the room and leans you back slowly, making sure not to hurt you.
as you lay back down you can feel aizawa playing with your nipples, his finger grazing the surface. he watched as you would squirm more and more whenever he went harsher. aizawa then places one of them in his mouth, tongue swirling all over your nipple. you gasp at the sensation and place a hand in his hair. you can feel the wet patch in your panties grow as he continues to play with you.
his hand reaches towards your other nipple, making sure to give it attention too. he squeezes it lightly as he sucks on your other tit. you let out soft moans as you feel the sensations overtake you. "thought you didn't like pickin favorites?" you mutter, voice shaky and hoarse. aizawa responds by squeezing your nipple harshly, a muffled mumble leaving his lips which sounded like a "shut up..."
soon enough aizawa also gets your skirt off, leaving you in your panties. he lifts both of you legs onto his shoulders, pressing his bulge against the wet patch on your panties. you let out a mewl at the feeling of his clothed cock pushed up on you. "see what ya do to me pretty girl? fuck- I could do this all day..." he groans, grinding against the wetness seeping through your panties.
aizawa hastily unbuckles his belt, and slides his pants and boxers off. freeing his long dick. a soft sigh leaves your lips at the sight. you had fucked aizawa a couple times before but still, his long shaft always surprised him and made you crave him even more. "look at m'pretty girl, so mesmerized by my cock, it's okay sweetheart you'll get it soon..." he pushes your panties to the side, aligning himself with your hole.
"c'mon sweetheart y'know what you gotta do now..." he hums, tucking hair behind your ears. "aizawa... pleaseee" you whine, hands reaching for his hips. aizawa slaps your clit, making you jolt back "y'know damn well that isn't good enough, beg for it like the dirty bitch you are." he demands sharply.
"p-please daddy, need your cock so badly..." you mewl, you didn't care how stupid you sounded, you had one thing on your mind right now. and you needed him badly. aizawa smirks slyly and whispers "anything for my girl..." and he pushes his cock in. you both let out content moans and groans as you feel each other.
he lets you adjust to his size before ramming himself in and out of you, your slick coating his cock fully. "so fuckin wet f'me, baby..." he groans, hands gripping on your hips. his pace was so quick and rough, just the way you liked it. his hips bucked into you without any mercy.
"you're so slutty for this, fuckin ya teacher just to raise your grades? dirtyass slut." he mocks, pushing your thighs closer to your chest, his shaft abusing your cunt even deeper now. you let out sobs and cries from all the pressure, the feeling of his leaky tip constantly hitting your cervix. you were in pure bliss.
aizawa admires the sweet noises, both your mouth and cunt makes. he could feel the way your walls would tighten around him with each thrust he gave, signaling you were close. he looks back up at your face, you looked so dazy and lost. babbling about how good you felt, so cock drunk you couldn't even speak correctly. aizawa chuckles at the state you were beneath him. "we just started pretty girl, don't tell me yer already too fucked out-" he teased.
his calloused fingers start trailing down to your clit, rubbing soft circles on it, as aizawa begins to feel his own orgasm creeping up on him. the pressure on your clit makes you yelp out with pleasure, the familiar knot in your stomach tightening at a hasty pace.
your walls sucked in his cock snuggly, aizawa knew you were on the brink of your orgasm. "c'mon baby, tell me who fucks you the best..." he grunts, his voice hoarse and raspy. his words simply didn't register in your brain, all you could focus on was the release that was building up in you. aizawa slaps your clit again, his voice harsh and demanding "answer m'fuckin question slut. who fuck you the best?"
you jolt up at his words, "y-you do daddy!! you do!!" you mewl, a sob leaving your lips as you cry out from the harsh orgasm you just endured. aizawa felt your liquid wash all over his shaft, which was enough to bring him to the brink of an orgasm. he pulls out of you quickly. and begins jerking himself off quickly, hot strings of semen decorating your stomach. you both let out heavy pants of satisfaction. "made such a big mess pretty girl, let's clean up okay?" he affirms, helping you back up.
Nothing to see here, just obsessing over #erasermic
Teacher gossip time. I love them.🐈⬛❤️🦜
Lo intento. Lo intento tanto como puedo. Lo intento y me doy cuenta de que no soy capaz. Nunca lo fui y nunca lo seré.
No puedo olvidar ese amargo recuerdo, ni esas dulces caricias. No puedo dejar ir ese recuerdo aún teniéndolo a él. Su fantasma me atormenta, esos hermosos momentos me persiguen y me recuerdan constantemente que ya no estas a mi lado.
Ahora no se que hacer ¿como se supone que lo olvide? ¿como dejo ir todo aquello que me hacía feliz? ¿que debo hacer para avanzar, para no estancarme en ese dolor? Porque lo único que he logrado es fallarle a mis amigos, fallarle a Hizashi y fallarme a mi mismo. Todo el apoyo que se han empeñado en darme lo he hecho a un lado, continué dependiendo de los rastros de lo que alguna vez fue amor.
Todos estos años soporté el peso de mis emociones solo y en algún punto comencé a cederle ese peso a otros, personas que no tenían la culpa de nada. Estudiantes que soportaron esos entrenamientos, esos golpes de realidad y esas heridas emocionales de las que no los pude proteger.
Y dolía no saber lidiar con todo eso, dolía tanto que ocultarlo y desquitarme con inocentes eran las opciones más fáciles.
Saber que ya no lo volvería a ver dolió tanto, me costó tanto superarlo que terminé aprendiendo a vivir con ello. Sintiendo una apuñalada al corazón cada vez que recordaba su voz, su alegría, su emoción. Dolió saber que su muerte me había afectado más a mi que a otros, porque sabía que ellos no lo veían como yo lo hacía, ellos no comprendían cuanto lo amaba y cuanto me dolió su muerte.
Hizashi y Kayama lo extrañan, pero no de la manera en que yo lo hago.
Lo aman, pero no de la manera en que yo lo amo.
Lo recuerdan, pero no de la manera en que a mi me hiere.
Escondí ese sufrimiento tanto tiempo que llegué a mi límite, ya no podía continuar así. Necesitaba lidiar con lo que me atormentaba.
Necesitaba aceptar de una vez que no volvería, aceptar su partida y continuar con mi vida.
Pero siempre seguirá en mi corazón su recuerdo, el amor que le tengo y la imagen de su rostro alegre.
Siempre lo amaré, pero es hora de dejarlo ir.
-Te amo, Shirakumo.
El Erasermic siempre será mi favorito pero las trágicas historias de amor son más del estilo "estoy terminando de escribir esto a las 4 am ayudanoestoybien".
Pondría de nuevo que matar personajes es mi pasión, pero pues yo no maté a Shirakumo...
Tomen awa y duerman temprano.
P.D. quería agregar algo sobre el michi de Shirakumo, pero involucrar animales en cosas tristes es demasiado.
Hay momentos en la vida donde sientes que ya no puedes más, donde todo el peso de la realidad te aplasta y te hace añicos. Donde una simple situación puede ser lo suficiente para que te acabes de derrumbar.
Y en esas situaciones lo único que queda por hacer es aguantar, ver a la vida de frente y decirle "hoy no". Aguantar, ser fuerte y soportar el peso de la realidad.
Aunque nos hundamos en la desesperación.
Aunque nos sintamos débiles.
Solo hay que aguantar.
Y esa situación, ese sentimiento, aquel pelinegro lo conocía a la perfección. Su vida no había sido un agradable paseo, su pasado, su presente y muy posiblemente su futuro, estaban llenos de desgracias. Desde que tuvo que arreglárselas para entrar a la Yuuei con aquel quirk que de nada le servía contra un robot, desde que tuvo que esforzarse al máximo en la escuela, desde que su infancia estuvo repleta de problemas familiares. Desde que su mejor amigo murió. Desde que tuvo que lidiar con perdidas, con situaciones desesperantes, con TEPT, con ansiedad, con los restos de la depresión que sufrió durante su adolescencia.
No le quedaba más que aguantar, aceptar que la realidad es una mierda y que todo eso no fue su culpa. Engañarse y engañar a otros constantemente diciendo que todo estaba bien.
Pero no lo estaba.
Fingía muy bien, se ocultaba detrás de esa fachada de profesor serio y antipático, un profesor responsable que se preocupaba por el futuro de sus alumnos y que dormía cada que podía. Porque su horario de sueño había quedado hecho polvo hacia varios años. Donde las noches era su mayor momento de actividad, dormía lo que podía en el horario escolar y por las tardes cumplía con sus obligaciones como profesorvulnerabilidad
La fecha de la muerte de Shirakumo se acercaba, eso hacia denotar más su falta de interés a la realidad, prefería fingir que nada importaba, como si no existiese, y así no demostrar su vulnerabilidad.
Solo algunos lo llegaban a notar, Hizashi, Kayama y Emi eran quienes podían notar su estado decaído, su desinterés y apatía en general.
-recuerden que mañana quienes gusten continuar con el entrenamiento de esta semana podrán ir con Ectoplasm y Cementoss al gimnasio Gamma. Yo estaré ocupado así que no podre acompañarlos. Sería todo por hoy, pueden retirarse- rápidamente el salón se vació, las voces animadas de los estudiantes se escuchaban cada vez mas lejos y durante ese proceso Aizawa aprovecho para dormir en la esquina del salón.
-ahorita los alcanzo, chicos. Olvidé mi cuaderno en el salón- no era novedad que el peliverde dejara cosas en el salón. Por lo general al dejar el aula se iba hablando de mil y un cosas con su grupo de amigos, no era de extrañar que esa distracción lo hiciera olvidar algún que otro cuaderno o lapicero. Aizawa lo comprendía, sabia que cualquier distracción siempre era buena, más para aquel estudiante problema que tanto peso cargaba sobre sus hombros -disculpe Sensei, volví a dejar la libreta.
Rápidamente registro su butaca, tomo el cuaderno y camino de regreso a la salida.
-que tenga buen día, adiós- Aizawa daba por hecho que el pecoso había dejado el aula, más en esos segundos no había escuchado el sonido de la puerta -¡Ms. Joke! Es un gusto verla nuevamente, si viene a ver a Aizawa-sensei el esta durmiendo, es mejor no molestarlo.
-el gusto es mío, chico problema- Ms. Joke inhaló algo de aire y sin pensarlo exclamo -¡Buenos días, Shota!
-silencio.
El peliverde no quiso seguir irrumpiendo así que solo continuó con su camino.
-vamos, Shota, no puedes dormir a esta hora, es momento de salir, divertirte, si quieres nos podemos casar, hay suficiente tiempo.
-no me voy a casar contigo.
-no seas así, Shota- ella se coloco en cuclillas para ver de frente al saco de dormir -Hizashi, Nemuri y yo iremos más tarde a beber, acompáñanos ¡por favor!
-bien.
Incontables veces Emi acompaño a Aizawa en sus momentos más difíciles, para el pelinegro era como su lugar seguro, era con quien podía desahogar sus preocupaciones sin preocupar a terceros, ella siempre encontraba la manera de tranquilizarlo y alegrarlo, era su especialidad.
Ella también tenia sus problemas, sus momentos de tristeza, sus preocupaciones que ocultaba, al igual que Aizawa, bajo una fachada. Bajo esa sonrisa tan característica que día tras día adornaba su rostro.
Le preocupaban sus estudiantes, le preocupaba no hacerlo suficiente para ser una buena heroína, le preocupaban tantas cosas que habían ocasiones donde no podía soportar más esa sonrisa.
-a las 7, en el bar de siempre. No te vayas a quedar dormido ¡nos vemos!
Salió del salón, sin mirar atrás. Ambos sabían que el otro no estaba bien, se comprendían y se apoyaban en el otro para liberar su sentir, porque para ellos era mejor aguantar todo juntos que estando solos.
Es mejor tener a quien te acompañe en esos momentos de desesperación, donde sientes que has tocado fondo, tener a quien este a gusto lado, así como Aizawa tenia a Emi, Yamada y Kayama, o como Izuku tenía a Todoroki, Uraraka e Iida. Porque teniendo a quien te apoye, siempre habrá quien te saque de aquel agujero de desesperación.
La hora llego, no estaba particularmente arreglado, solo había tomado una ducha y había cambiado su ropa por algo más casual.
-¡¡Shota!!- la estruendosa voz del rubio resonaba desde afuera de su apartamento.
Inmediatamente abrió la puerta y metió a Hizashi al lugar.
-te he dicho cientos de veces que no grites aquí, los vecinos se la pasan quejándose de eso- tomo sus llaves, guardo su celular en la bolsa y apoyo su mano en el hombro del rubio -ya vámonos, no quiero que Emi se moleste por que volvimos a llegar tarde.
El bar no se encontraba tan lejos de donde estaban, a pie fácilmente llegaban en 10 minutos, ya comenzaba a oscurecer y el cielo se pintaba de varios colores mientras el sol continuaba descendiendo.
-A Emi le ha de encantar como se ve el cielo, ha de estar con esa sonrisa de siempre- para Hizashi no era novedad que el pelinegro hablase de manera espontánea de la peliverde, sabía lo cercanos que eran y le alegraba que su querido amigo tuviera quien le alegrara los días.
-también Nemuri adora los atardeceres, pero creo que no tanto como Emi.
-¡Hizashi! ¡Shota!- era la voz de Kayama -¿porque tardaron tanto? Ya son las 7:30
-Shota no quería abrirme la puerta.
-eso no es verdad, tu solo tardaste mucho en llegar a mi apartamento.
-ya da igual, ¡vamos a beber!
Copa tras copa, vaso tras vaso, botellas vacías, se acercaba la media noche y el grupo de amigos seguía bebiendo, hablaban de banalidades y recordaban momentos de cuando aun eran jóvenes.
-¿porque aceptaste ponerte ese nombre? Es muy estúpido- las risas inundaban el lugar -es que, ¿en serio te pareció buena idea llamarte "cabeza de borrador"?
-fue... Idea de Hizashi, no planeaba aparecer en las noticias o algo por el estilo... Solo... Necesitaba un nombre- el alcohol hacía rato que les había afectado, Ms. Joke era la que estaba menos tomada, había que tener a alguien responsable que los dirigiera al apartamento del pelinegro para pasar la noche -además, ustedes no se quedan atrás, Medianoche, señorita bromas y ¿presentar micrófono?
-¿porque todos nuestros nombres de héroes son en inglés?
-no lo se, señorita bromas...
-¡Nemuri!
-voy al baño- el rubio intento levantarse de su asiento, pero sus piernas no respondieron provocando que cayera al suelo y a la vez tirara su vaso de tequila -demonios.
-creo que ya va siendo hora de que nos vayamos, yo ya no... No... Yo también quiero ir al baño.
La peliverde y el pelinegro ayudaron a sus amigos a ir que caminaran hacia el baño, Emi cuido la puerta de Kayama y Aizawa dejo a Yamada a su suerte y se fue a pagar por las bebidas.
Volver al apartamento resulto mucho mas complicado que la travesía hacia el baño, los 10 minutos de camino se transformaron en 30, la noche se iluminaba con la luna, aunque pocas estrellas lograban verse.
Al entrar al apartamento Aizawa dejo caer a Hizashi en uno de los sillones, Emi recostó con más cuidado a Kayama en otro y ambos se fueron a la cocina por algo de agua.
-Shota, estas sonrojado- Era un momento de tranquilidad, ante el silencio de la noche y el brillo a través de la ventana. Simplemente era su momento de relajarse juntos.
-es por el alcohol- cubrió su rostro con una mano y desvío la mirada -esa ropa te... Te queda muy bien.
-a mi me encanta como se te ve esa camisa, ¡aunque pudiste haberte arreglado más!
-es la camisa que me regalaste en mi cumpleaños- le dio un ultimo sorbo al vaso y lo dejó en el lavaplatos -ya deberíamos ir a dormir. Mañana será algo complicado.
No tenían la necesidad de decirlo, ni de gritarlo a los cuatro vientos, ellos sabían lo que sentían el uno por el otro y eso les era más que suficiente.
Taparon a los otros dos con mantas y se fueron a intentar dormir.
-Emi...- dos horas habían transcurrido, la peliverde hacia rato había logrado conciliar el sueño, en cambio el pelinegro veía las manchas en la pared, contaba los cuadros en el suelo y tarareaba canciones al azar. Le era imposible dormir, había tanto en su cabeza que cerrar los ojos no era suficiente para callar a sus pensamientos -Emi...- Sacudió su brazo, necesitaba de su compañía.
-¿Shota?- vio sus ojos llorosos, las ojeras en su rostro y el cabello revuelto -ohh...
Se incorporó y abrazo al pelinegro y deslizo su mano por su espalda. con solo ver su rostro comprendió que estaba mal, que la preocupación lo superaba y que necesitaba desahogarse.
-No quiero que mis estudiantes pasen por lo que yo, quiero verlos a todos juntos y felices, no hundidos en preocupación. Y ya no soporto tener que vivir como si nada hubiera pasado, lo extraño, es estúpido seguir llorando por su muerte como su hubiera sido ayer... Han sido más de 10 años y aún duele.
-todos hemos perdido a perdonas cercanas, todos hemos tocado fondo, solos nos queda aguantar y recordar que no estamos solos. No puedo decirte que todo estará bien, o adornar la realidad para que parezca rosa con brillitos, pero puedo decirte que siempre estaré a tu lado, cada que necesites un abrazo, unas palabras de "todo estará bien", o unos chistes malos. Talvez algún día logre hacerte reír con alguno de ellos.
-estaré esperando ese día- Aizawa apretó el abrazo y escondió su rostro en el hombro de Emi -Gracias. Gracias por estar conmigo.
-gracias a ti, por dejarme estar a tu lado- ella sentía la humedad en su hombro, las lágrimas aún salían de los ojos de Shota -entonces... ¿si te vas a casar conmigo?
-Emi...
-ya entendí, ahora si hay que dormir, no puedes ir a visitarlo viéndote comí si un camión te hubiera pasado por encima.
Las horas pasaron, el abrazo nunca se disolvió y las lágrimas de secaron, era seguro que en algún momento volverían a salir, pero sabía que si eso ocurría tendría a Emi para consolarlo.
Ahora solo quedaba ir a visitar a su preciado amigo, esta vez no iría solo, nunca más haría eso.
-hola, Shirakumo...- a veces sentía que era en va no hablar con una tumba que sabía que estaba vacía, pero ver su nombre tallado en la lapida le hacia sentir que el realmente estaba ahí, escuchándolo, de ser así habría escuchado cientos de lamentos, cientos de desahogos. Pero al menos sentía que esta ahí -ha pasado mucho tiempo.
Razones de que este fic exista:
1) Este shipp se me hace muy lindo
2) sentir frustración no esta chido amixes, menos si no hay quien te abrace :c
3) Pues porque me dio la gana y ya.
Tome awa, duerman bien (-la que escribe esto a las 2:00 a.m.) y no duden en pedir ayuda a sus amixes cuando no se sientan bien.
P.d. al escribir la historia cambié muchas cosas de como se desarrollaba la relación y al final no tuvo nada que ver con el titulo que ya le había puesto, hasta ahora no me di cuenta de ello pero ya da igual
Mi lista de ships de BNHA porque... ¿Porque no?
-KiriBaku
-TodoDeku
-KiriDeku
-SeroRoki
-BakuDeku (solo con contexto que implique un Bakugō arrepentido o una amistad sana desde el inicio)
-DekuRaka
-TsuChaco
-TsuMina
-IidaChaco
-SeroMina
-KiriKami
-KamiSero
-ShinKami
-KamiJirō
-MomoJirō
-Poly Bakusquad
-TokoTsuyu
-TokoShoji
-TokoShojiTsuyu
-TetsuKendo
-MonoTendo
-MiriTama
-MiriTamaNeji
-NejiYu
-AwaMomo
-EraserMic (i believe in EraserMic supremacy)
-ShiraZawa
-EraserJoke
-MidJoke
Creo que son todos... Idk
No hay un orden de preferencia, todos son el resultado de mi transición a multishiper
Algún día habre escrito los suficientes fanfics para cubrirlos a todos
Asahi Getting Folded So Hard He Travels Realities
What even is this story I-
includes: Asahi, Ukai, Tadeka, Sugawara, Nishinoya, Daichi, Aone, Class 1-A, Aizawa
warnings: shit post, to be honest.
length: 1,437 words
A pained and confused noise left the third year’s lips as he sat up, hand gently rubbing his pounding head. The last thing he remembered was Nishinoya doing his signature Rolling Thunder move during a practice match against Date Tech. Kageyama had set it perfectly to Hinata for a simple quick attack, however, Aone blocked it. Asahi remembers seeing the ball rebounding, speeding straight to his face before he blacked out. Now, he was in what was assumed to be a nurse’s office.
Had they remodeled the place? Asahi was never one to be injured often, but he was always walking Noya to the nurse. Today it looked different. Very different.
“He’s up,” An unfamiliar voice muttered, fingers running a stressed hand through long black hair. Who was this? “E-Excuse me?” Asahi gained the stranger’s attention, guarded and analytical eyes darted his way. “Who are you, sir?”
A tired hum was the answer he got before the man sighed. “I was hoping you’d tell me the same thing. What’s your name, kid?”
“Azumane Asahi, sir,” He answered respectfully. He swallowed before glancing around the room. “Where am I?”
“You can call me Mr. Aizawa,” The man seemed to be waiting on someone as his eyes left Asahi only to check down the halls. It was concerning to Asahi that Mr. Aizawa appeared to be on his guard. The man never did answer his question.
“Pardon me for asking, but where is Coach Ukai? O-Or Mr. Takeda?” The high schooler tensed up a bit at Mr. Aizawa gave him a troubled look.
“Do you know what school you’re in, kid?” Aizawa breathed, but before Asahi could answer, a loud noise came from the door as it was practically kicked open.
Whoever the kid was, he seemed pissed off. His blonde and spiked up hair reminded Asahi of a pomeranian.
“Bakugou, come outside with me for a moment,” Aizawa demanded, earning a grumble in protest, but the kid did as told. Asahi tried not to eavesdrop, but he was concerned for his safety. The few words he managed to catch were rather confusing.
“He’s probably been hit… Type of quirk…” Asahi sat up in the small bed to lean towards the door more. “... Amnesia and confusion… Unknown teachers…”
When they came back in, the boy called Bakugou seemed less angry for whatever reason. His hands were buried into his pockets and his posture was terrible as he scoffed. It reminded Asahi of a feral Tanaka.
“Are you sure you’re a high schooler? You look like a damn pastor,” Bakugou’s insult made Asahi give a pained smile.
The third-year rubbed the back of his neck and chuckled softly glanced towards Mr. Aizawa as he responded, “Yes, I’m sure. I’m a third-year. It’s nice to meet you,” he cut himself off, pausing for a second or two before speaking again, “Bakugou was it?”
“Yeah,” Asahi relaxed at the confirmation. “C’mon, let’s go, man bun. The teach wants to see if I can jog your shitty memory.”
“Language, Bakugou,” Aizawa warned half-heartedly.
Asahi glanced back at the sound. Was he… Climbing into a sleeping bag?
“So, what’s your quirk?” Bakugou sighed, tilting his head up slightly to look at Asahi.
“A quirk?” Asahi asked, confusion dancing in his eyes as Bakugou seemed to grow agitated. “I play volleyball,” He answered uneasily, not knowing what the other meant.
“You remember what they are right? Don’t tell me you’re fucking stupid, too,” The boy growled. He extended his hands, palms flat and facing up as he made sure Asahi was watching.
Asahi almost jumped out of his skin when little explosions sparked from Bakugou’s palm, the sweet and subtle smell of caramel filling the air. They grew smaller as Bakugou realized that his upperclassman was panicking.
“What is-” Asahi’s bewildered look worsened when Bakugou suddenly made them stop. “What is that?! How is that even possible? Doesn’t it hurt you?”
Bakugou groaned softly. He didn’t stop walking, so neither did Asahi. If everyone in this school has powers like that, the last thing Asahi wanted to do was get lost. “No, man bun, it doesn’t hurt. God, you’re more of a dumbass than I thought.”
They reached a classroom door, and Bakugou kicked it open, starting to yell to get the student’s attention, “Listen up assholes, Sensei assigned us this skittish batard to take care of until their memory comes back!”
“Aw, come on Bakugou,” A rather cheery voice sounded. “It’s not manly to insult everyone you see.”
“Shut it, shitty hair,” Bakugou mumbled, waving Asahi inside as he sat down at his desk, kicking his feet up.
“Is it a girl?” The question came from the class, followed by a startled yelp. Asahi couldn’t see what happened, as he didn’t dare to step inside of the chaotic room yet, but he assumed the person was hit. “Ow! Tsu…”
“Are they hot?” Another question came, causing Asahi to cover his face while a flushed shade of pink spread across his face.
“Denki!” Another voice scolded. “That is no way to talk about a new student!” “Iida is right,” A female voice spoke up. “We need to make them feel welcome and safe.” A quietness settled in the classroom and the only thing Asahi could hear was his heartbeat pounding in his ears. He was still shaken over the tiny bombs Bakugou had made without any pain or struggle. It almost seemed natural to the blonde, actually.
“Are they going to come in?” A monotone voice asked after a few beats of silence.
“Deku, go check on them,” Someone said, a sudden stutter of incoherent words filling the room.
Asahi was greeted by a rather small boy with freckles and green hair. He looked almost as nervous as Asahi felt. “W-Well, come on in,” The boy stuttered out.
Swallowing around the lump in his throat, Asahi mentally hyped himself up as he stepped into the classroom, eyes glued to the floor while he walked in. Whispers started to drown out the silence, someone even asking if Asahi was their new teacher.
Asahi gathered the courage to look up. And his heart stopped.
Wide eyes frantically glanced around at the strange and terrifying faces. It was like something out of a horror movie.
Was that a tail?! He has six arms! Why are there just clothes sitting there- is someone invisible?! Is she pink?! What even is that person’s bone structure?! The one with strange purple buns is so short! As Asahi felt him start to hyperventilate, he locked eyes with an oversized bird. The bird waved to him and suddenly a dark shadowy figure came from his chest and blinked at Asahi. The third-year grew so lightheaded that he collapsed to the floor and fainted. It was all too much.
A sharp gasp tore through his lungs as he sat up, hearing yelling around him. Dear God, where was he now?! “Man bun- Man bun! Hey, are you with us?” An alarmed yet familiar voice asked. It was coach Ukai.
Panicked eyes mapped out each recognizable face. He hardly noticed that Tadeka was holding a cloth to his bleeding nose as he gave a break of relief. He was back to the real world.
“Asahi, do you know where you are? What were you doing before you passed out?” Tadeka asked clearly, though his eyes were nervous.
“I’m in the Karsasuno volleyball gym, sir. I was playing a practice game with Date Tech. I think I was hit in the face?” Asahi answered.
Everyone around them seemed to relax and feel eased.
“Give us another scare like that, and I’ll knock you out myself,” Sugawara threatened playfully. Well, Asahi hoped it was playfully.
“Asahi!” The yell from Noya snagged his attention. The libero was mere seconds from jumping onto the ace, but Daichi had snatched him by the collar.
“Nishinoya! He does not need you climbing all over him,” The captain scolded, Nishinoya whining in response.
Asahi jumped a bit when there was a tap on his shoulder, and he locked eyes with Aone. The guy was quiet, Adam’s apple bobbing roughly in his throat before he spoke.
“I am sorry,” Aone said, chest puffed slightly from holding his breath.
“No, no! It’s okay! I should’ve moved out of the way,” Asahi smiled, gently holding the cloth to his nose for Tadeka.
At least he knew he was home again. But he couldn’t help but shiver as he thought about the shadow demon and the birdman.
Asahi would go to church on Sunday, and he would drag the rest of the third-years with him.
Feathers
Haha! So, you know how I promised some Aizawa fluff? That’s still on its way, so have some pain in the meantime.
includes: Keigo, Tokoyami, Aizawa
warnings: Angst
length: 670 words
Keigo was never taught how to cope with the death of a hero.
He was always told that murdering a villain was justified and that it strengthened heroes. That's what the Hero Commission has drilled into him since the first day of training. How would he know any better?
An exhausted huff rocked Keigo's body while he climbed to his feet. Stepping over a piece of rubble, he looked across the settling battlefield. Most of the fires had been put out, and the rescue squad had just now begun their search, despite starting incredibly slow.
The hero didn't blame them though. He didn’t have the right to. The League's attack happened out of nowhere, so no one was prepared. Though, they could stand to work a bit faster.
Most of his feathers had been lost in the fight, Dabi's flames being the main cause. Some were crushed while moving injured civilians to safety, and a few were scorched by Endeavor’s overzealous attacks. He never did receive an apology, but he cheered up by telling himself the man would say sorry later on.
Oh! That reminded him- He owed Tokoyami cold Yaki Soba for suddenly dragging him into a massive fight.
Where was Keigo’s little apprentice anyway?
Hawks ignored how he swayed and faltered as he walked up a large pile of rubble. He refused to acknowledge the stream of blood running from a gash on his hairline and over his left eye as well.
From across the destroyed lot, Aizawa found it ironic that Hawks was perched like a bird. The teacher wanted nothing but to flop over and take a week-long nap, but there was still work to be done. Nothing Aizawa could see from this spot could explain why Hawks had stopped working, that fact holding his attention and making him curious.
What was left of Hawks’ wings suddenly gave a powerful flap, sending him dive-bombing towards whatever he had found below. Aizawa decided to investigate, starting his long journey through the wreckage.
Keigo pushed through how lightheaded he felt as his feet touched down on probably the only solid piece of concrete around. He crouched down, knees to his chest and wings folded against his back.
“Feathers?” Keigo’s voice had a questionable lift to it as he addressed Tokoyami.
The high school student was laying on his stomach, one arm stretched out like he was reaching for something, the other limp at his hip. Keigo noticed a small streak of blood leaking from his intern’s beak. Other than the fact that the kid wasn’t moving, Hawks didn’t see any issues. Not that he could see well with all the blood in his eyes.
“Feathers, get up you lazy ass-” Keigo cut himself off briefly with a chuckle. “Sorry, kid, I meant lazy bones. Forgot to watch my mouth, as always”
There was no reply, not even a movement from the limp body.
“Look, kid, I’m sorry for swearing. Just get up already,” Keigo grumbled, the hero’s arms wrapping around his knees as he leaned in a bit.
“Hey…” Hawks swallowed around the lump in his throat. “Hey, Feathers. You’re starting to freak me out a bit,” A nervous chuckle left Hawks. One of the only fully intact feathers he had left started nudging the boy. “C’mon, get up.”
As the feather continued to nudge Tokoyami, Keigo noticed that the red he was seeing didn’t all belong to him. Tokoyami was laying in a pool of his blood.
Keigo’s eyes widened, pupils practically turning into slits as he flipped the unresponsive boy onto his back.
“Th-That’s not right... Hey, kid, what happened?” His voice trembled more than his body as he stared at the gaping hole in Tokoyami’s side.
It was one of the most gruesome things Keigo has seen, and that’s saying something considering all he’s been through. Streaks of pearly white ribs contrasting against the sea of varying shades of red, clumps of organs unnaturally curved around the large rock buried into his flesh and bone.
“You can’t be dead- Heroes don’t die. They just can’t,” Keigo wore a frantic smile as he shook what was left of the teenager’s right arm. “You gotta get up, Feathers. We won… W-We kicked their asses, so- so wake up.”
Keigo’s voice cracked as he spoke, shaking arms holding Tokoyami’s mangled body close to his chest. “C’mon, kid,” A broken laugh weighed Keigo’s chest down more than the boy he was holding. “Scold me for cursing, like you always do. Call me immature and then apologize f-for being disrespectful. You gotta..! You got to do something- anything!”
“Hawks,” Aizawa’s voice cut through his panic, the teacher’s voice sharp but shaky.
Keigo didn’t realize how loud he was getting before broken eyes looked up at Aizawa. Hell, Hawks didn’t even realize he was sobbing until he was torn from his trance.
“Eraser,” Hawks pleaded, shuffling on his knees to be closer to the other, the kid being dragged along. “He’s not dead, right? This is all just another test from the Commission, r-right? Yeah,” A broken laugh tumbled from Keigo’s lips as Aizawa fell to his knees. “Just another test for me to pass. Like- Like always.”
Keigo buried his face into Tokoyami’s hardly intact chest, shaking like a leaf in a wind storm. “You can stop now,” He begged, too caught up in his head to notice how Aizawa gripped his black hair so tight it threatened to rip out of his skull. “You can stop the test, kid.”
The teacher had lost a student- one of his students. The kid wasn’t even 18 yet. He hasn’t lived- and he would never get the chance to. A scream ripped through Aizawa’s throat, emotional agony swallowing him up until it felt like he couldn’t breathe.
“Please… Make it stop, Feathers.”
sweet confessions
includes: aizawa, y/n
warnings: mentions of nightmares
length: 1,986 words
summary: with neither of you able to sleep, trapped words are finally allowed to slip like melted butter.
Four in the morning was not the time to be up, especially on a work night. Well, a workday at this point. You should be in bed, surrounded by the fluffiest, warmest blankets on the softest mattress you could afford.
And yet? Here you were in the bathroom, washing your face with warm water, for what was the third time in a row. It was as if you were trying to slowly drown yourself. A yawn left your lips, strong enough to rock your body with violent yet satisfying shudders. You cursed your insomnia. You knew you were tired, so why couldn’t you fall asleep?
Something clattered in the kitchen, a hushed swear which broke the stillness of the shared apartment soon followed.
Was he up, too?
Your face heated up at the thought of your roommate. There had always been a spark between the two of you, but both of you dodged any confrontation. It was like fate danced you both around each other, curious to see who would take charge. Who would finally end this little game of cat and mouse? You didn’t think you had enough confidence to be the one to put a stop to the games you were playing and admit how hard you’ve fallen for him.
However, as life tugs you both along, curious things unfold.
You cracked open the bathroom door to peep out, holding your breath in case he was just outside. This was new to you, as Aizawa was typically asleep for as long as he could be. His record is 19 hours straight after a hard mission. Your record was nine hours, and you were damn proud of yourself for it, too.
You carefully stepped out after turning off the light, trying to creep back to your bedroom without getting caught. It’s not like you wanted to avoid Aizawa, you just didn’t want him to catch you up this late again. Though as soon as you took your first step out into the hallway, he spoke, the words making you freeze like a deer in headlights.
“What are you doing awake at this hour?” You swallowed around the lump in your throat as you stood straight.
“I thought you didn’t know I was up,” you said with a grin, but Aizawa could see how tired you were.
“I’m a pro-hero,” he hummed, a coffee mug warming his hands. “It’s almost insulting that you thought I didn’t notice you. Now, why are you up?”
“I could ask you the same thing, Mr. Pro-hero,” you retorted, earning a worn chuckle. The distant look in his eyes told you everything you needed to know to understand why he was awake as well.
Nightmares.
You knew all too well that Aizawa’s night terrors were a force to be reckoned with. On some nights he even woke up screaming or falling out of bed. Aizawa’s dreams were the only thing that could get such a strong reaction from him.
“Drinking coffee this late can’t be good for you,” you said, changing the subject rather quickly while you headed into the kitchen with your roommate. “Doesn’t a hero with your status need to stay healthy?”
“It’ll keep me up,” he murmured with a strange sort of solemnness infecting his tone.
You couldn’t stop the empathetic look from tainting your face even if you wanted to. You hated nothing more than watching as the hero business ate away at your best friend.
“Hey.” His voice took you from your thoughts. “We’re already up this late, and I doubt either of us will sleep soon, so. . .” Aizawa trailed off as you looked up at him. “So, come sit on the roof with me. Only for a bit.”
Your jaw nearly dropped to the floor before you caught yourself and nodded. You hoped that you didn’t look too head over heels for him, but little to your knowledge, Aizawa found your reaction cute.
“Sure, alright,” you said with a small smile, trying to sound nonchalant. You didn’t, but Aizawa didn’t comment on it, sparing your pride. “Ah, wait, let me grab a hoodie-”
“Don’t bother,” he said, just loud enough for you to hear him.
A smirk tainted your lips as you crossed your arms over your chest and accusingly leaned towards him.
“Oh, so you want me to freeze? That isn’t very heroic, mister.” The way you raised your eyebrows got him to spill a chuckle.
“I do not. You can just wear mine."
Leaving the conversation at that, he turned away before you ever saw the pink hue that dusted his face. It took you a second to let his words process before you were following after him like a lost puppy.
It's not a big deal. He's just being friendly and giving, as always. That's the lie you've always told yourself.
“How do we get up on the roof?" You asked as he led you on the small back porch.
Your small smile dropped entirely as he jumped and grabbed the edge of the roof, pulling himself up with practiced ease.
"All right, asshole, not everyone is a pro-hero, so-" You cut yourself off as soft cloth suddenly wrapped around you, acting as a safety harness.
He lifted you to the roof without breaking a sweat. And to be honest, that boosted your confidence by a few points.
"Such foul language doesn't belong in a pretty mouth like yours," Aizawa murmured, his calloused hands carefully pulling his scarf off of your shoulders. He left the cloth on your waist for you to take care of, as he didn't want to overstep any boundaries.
The scarf was the furthest thing from your mind as you hoped the dark sky hid your heavy blush.
He said I was… Pretty. Aizawa… called me pretty.
"You, um…" You tried to start a conversation to distract Aizawa from the fact you weren't removing his scarf. "You got up here stupidly fast. Do you do this often?"
He didn't comment on the matter of his scarf, silently using it to justify why he was sitting this close to you.
"I'm a stealth hero. I'm always jumping rooftop to rooftop," he reasoned, heavy eyes taking in the ever so familiar landscape.
"That's not what I asked," you prodded gently. "Do you come up here often, this late at night?"
You wanted him to trust you, to tell you what was obviously plaguing his thoughts or what had scared him sleepless this time. You were well aware trust wasn't given easily, especially for someone like him. Someone who's been hurt time and time again.
His jaw shifted, and you were too concerned about his mental health to think of how handsome he was with his sharp features.
"Sometimes. When the dreams aren't incredibly terrible," he muttered after a thick swallow.
You hummed to let him know that you understood, your body shifting a minuscule closer to his warmth. He noticed, and without a word pulled his hoodie over his head. You two were sitting so close that you needed to lean to the side to avoid getting elbowed.
"Hey, what are you-"
He smiled gently as he set the article in your lap, and the sight alone shut you up. He was gorgeous, basking in the never-sleeping city lights.
"Didn’t I tell you? You can wear my jacket if you're cold."
Be still your beating heart, because if it didn’t soon, you were sure he'd think someone was knocking at the door with how loud it was pounding against your ribs.
With a painfully flustered chuckle to fill the silence, you put it on. And, God, you'd be content dying surrounded by his scent of heavy rain and the forest. A small thank you filtered off your tongue. Using the visual excuse of adjusting how it pooled at your hips, you shifted ever closer.
"You know-"
"Sometimes-"
You had both gone to speak at the same time, earning a soft giggle from you and a deep chuckle from him.
"You go first," you offered with a gentle smile.
"Only if you go after, no matter what," he playfully demanded.
As you agreed, you watched his eyes lingered on you, something indescribable dancing behind the walls of charcoal. With a deep breath, he faced the horizon.
"Sometimes when I drive, I'll turn on the radio. Just to have some background noise. I don't pay attention to it, though, because most of the music is shit," Aizawa started, something in his chest swelling as you chuckled at him. "But then, when I was sitting in the UA teacher's parking lot, something hit me as I listened to a sappy song."
"What? That you're getting old?" You teased, trying to break some of the tension in his shoulders.
"I realized that all of a sudden, every love song was about you."
Your soft gasp sounded like a nuclear bomb to him and he screwed his eyes shut. He knew he should've stayed in bed.
"I..." Aizawa moved to stand. "I should go back to sleep," he finished rather quickly.
Your nibble fingers gripped his pants leg and he froze entirely, like a child who’d been caught eating candy past midnight.
"Hey… What happened to our little deal?" Your caring tone caused him to hesitate. "Please, Shouta, won't you hear what I have to say?"
Shouta. How pretty it sounded rolling off your tongue.
He swayed in the morning breeze, the very beginning of a sunrise highlighting his dark features. And then he sat, avoiding looking at you at all costs.
"As I was going to say before I was thankfully interrupted," you began, adjusting the sleeves of your (his) jacket. You took a deep breath, hyping yourself up to finally fess up as he did. "You know when you look at a kitten, you think of Shinsou? Or when you see candy apples, you think of Eri?" You asked, earning a stiff nod.
"Everything has started reminding me of you. From sleep bags to your favorite dark chocolates, and baggy clothes like the ones you rarely allow me to borrow, or a coffee mug you'd like. You're always running through my mind," you took a breath, needing to get some air after your fast-paced rant.
You both sat in heavy silence, the dew in the grass glinting from the rays of marigold that poured over the horizon.
"Can I do something stupid?" He asked quietly, shifting in his spot.
" 'Course. It's about time we swapped roles," you humored.
Smokey-colored eyes bored into yours as he faced you, Adam's apple bobbing as he gulped. You'd never seen him so… beautifully revealing.
Suddenly you were surrounded by warmth, Aizawa no longer looking at you. He hugged you so desperately, it was as if he thought you'd leave him. He scruff tickled your neck as he nuzzled into you, but you couldn't care less.
The way you didn't need to think twice about returning the hug made him smile against your skin. You both sat there on the roof, basking in rays of fresh morning sunlight, never letting go of each other.
"It was about losing you," Aizawa breathed, breaking the blissful silence. "My nightmare… In it, I had lost you forever."
You closed your eyes, one hand tenderly massaging his scalp with the other held him closer to you. "I'm right here, Shouta. I'm not going anywhere," you reassured, feeling his breathing pattern calm. "You know that, don't you?"
"Yeah…" He whispered, voice heavy with sleep and concern.
"Let's get back to bed, okay?" You murmured, feeling the weight of your feelings change from suffocating to soaring.
"Not yet. Please… I just wanna stay with you." Aizawa pulled you impossibly closer and you smiled.
"Whatever you wish, but don't blame me when you're sore tomorrow." You felt him chuckle as his eyes drooped shut.
" 'm always sore anyways."
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