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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?”

SUMMARY → when a bright and loud girl comes into the 1-A classroom many old repressed memories already arise. even though aizawa praises himself for being a clear and logical thinker, he knows it can’t be him even with how quirks have evolve. yet all that logical reasoning gets thrown out when she shows her clouds at the quirk appreciation test. in the same moment aizawa promises himself he will not let history repeat itself.

PAIRING → aizawa shouta x student!reader

GENRE → platonic!relationship, hurt/comfort

WARNING → none

WORD COUNT → 1.5 k

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A/N → i read this hc about a kid in 1-A with the same quirk as shirakumo and wanted to write a scenario for it, but for the life of me i can’t find the headcanon anymore. if you can, PLEASE tell me who wrote it so i can give them the proper credit they deserve!

WHEN YOU FIRST STARTED U.A. you thought it would be fun. Hard work but fun; studying how to be a hero. Learning and working under others that have already gone pro. Not to mention walking down the halls where most of your greatest inspirations and the current number one hero had walked and harnessed their quirks so many years before you.

Something you had not expected was the constant reprimanding; “Stupid Aizawa-sensei, stupid gross tables.” you grumble annoyed, as you continue to clean the desks in the 1-A classroom, while everyone else is happily enjoying their lunches. Trying to wipe away Kaminari his smug face as he got off scot-free, making you subconsciously scrub the table harder. 

What had happened wasn’t even big enough to warrant such punishment. You had put your shoes on your desk and instead of just telling you not to do it or to put your feet down, Aizawa-sensei gave you a blank stare and said; ‘if you can’t respect the desk, you should clean them.’ completely ignoring Kaminari, Tokoyami and Bakugou who had their feet on the table and where now silently putting them down.

To add to that it was not the only punishment you have gotten in the last few months, and most likely will not be the last. It started the first week of school. Laughing at Kaminari short-circling in class? Make a presentation about the benefits of laughing. 

Got below an 80 in English, a subject you could not seem comprehend as well as the others, but did not do too bad at. Get singed up for cram classes. You don’t even know how he knew, not to mention how you are in the top five and definitely did not need cram classes.

Which let you to now; the final bell ringing, Aizawa-sensei dismisses the class and let’s you all go on your marry way to the dorms. Slowly packing your stuff in Kaminari, Bakugou, Sero, Ashido and Kirishima stay at the door.

“We don’t have all day, dumbass.”

Making a small smile tuck up your lips that he still took the moment to wait for you even when he pretends like it’s such a burden, “Go a head, I still have to ask a question.”

“We can wait.”

“It’s okay.” you reassure, and with that last wave and a little hesitation they left the room. Leaving you with your teacher, “Aizawa-sensei.” you say uncharastically softly. Trying to gain your teachers attention that is fully focused on his desk work, “I’m busy.”

Ignoring his dismissive words, you take a deep breath, word vomiting your question out, “Do you hate me?”

Your question seem to make the man freeze in his state. Before he slowly looks up from his work, “No.” he says simply. Nodding slowly you let the answer sink in, yet it only makes more questions come up, “Then why do you always reprimand me?”

“I give punishment where I see fit.”

Making your stomach twist into a more confused and annoyed state then it already was, “Yesterday I got punishment for having my feet on the table while I wasn’t the only one.” you point out. Shaking your head at the lack of integrity, “Kaminari, Bakugou, and Tokoyami had theirs on the table. They always do, and the one time I do it I get cleaning duty.”

“I don’t care what they did, I gave you a punishment.”

Without even realising it a cloud came up above your head, “But you always do. It’s like your breathing down my neck, waiting for me to fail!”

The cloud above your head darkening from it’s usual pale white state to a dark grey, “I wasn’t even at Cameno, and I got lunch duty for not telling you what they had planned while the rest of the class got free off. You’re singling me out and you can’t even be honest about it.” you snap, your voice louder then you ment it to be, but in the heat of the moment you could not make yourself apologise for it.

“You have a lot of potential, (l/n), but if you don’t get the proper guidance you might never be able to show the world that.”

The sincerity in his voice and the unusual soft expression on his face that you had never seen before on your teachers face made you want to believe him, but then again he lied like it was breathing air. And each time you and your entire class fell for it again.

The dark cloud had faded into oblivion as you let out a deep breath, “Well, I asked Hatsume to help me figure out what type of support items might work for me. We found someone who had a quirk like mine and they used a staff for fighting. So, now we are developing one.”

“How do you develop a staff?

“We send in a sample of my hair with the design. That was it should be more durable and be able for me to manipulate into my clouds when necessary for the element of surprise. In the meanwhile I have a wooden one,” you tell him, making him hum as he turns back to his work.

Twiddling your fingers you turn your face away, “which you would have know if you were also in All Might’s face.” you mumble, quickly looking back to your teacher if he heard what you said, but by the way his face didn’t change he didn’t hear it.

“Your cleaning duty is over.”

As soon as you arrive at the dorms you got bombarded with questions from your friends; before Iida demanded you ( and the others who hadn’t either ) to go upstairs, change into your home clothes, and help prepare dinner.

It was something you all would do every Friday, while on any other day it was devided into groups to make it for everyone else. Instead of everyone making it separately. 

Soon dinner passed and it bleed into the evening as the sun went under, the blankets got pulled out as everyone went under them. Getting settled and ready for the weekly movie night; “We should watch Banana Fish, I heard it was super sad and that rocks.” Present Mic purposes.

“No, no, Dumb and Dumber, that is what the kids like…” All Might trails off, his suggestion dying on his tongue as he sees our unimpressed faces, “Right, Midoriya-shonen?” he asks the boy, trying to find anyone to agree with him… kinda a bad move to ask his super fan.

“Maybe, I don’t know- some kids like it… But, it is kind of old. We- we could watch your film.” he panics, vastly waving his arms around as his entire face blooms red.

Smiling at the sweet interactions. Ashido groans loudly, rolling her head onto your shoulder, “Just pick a movie.” she wines, “Dark Knight has always been a favourite of mine.” Tokoyami offers.

At the end Midnight offered a rom-com and it might have been the headache of listen to more suggestion and not knowing a better pick, but it got put on and it was moderiably enjoyable yet your attention was pulled outside.

Glancing outside your eyes quickly find a frame sitting alone in the dark. You quickly identify the frame as your moody teacher. Standing up for your position under the blankets you move away, “Where are you going?” Ashido mumbles.

“Just taking a breath of fresh air.”

Making a plate, you make your way out into the garden. Placing it infront of him, before taking a seat next to him. It stays quite for a moment as he takes a bite of the food you had plated. Letting the silence continue; “Why are you sitting out alone, sensei?” you ask softly, breaking the silence as he takes a sip of his drink, most likely a cup of coffee.

Glancing up at the cloudy night sky, you aren’t quite sure what you are suppose to see… Everything is just gray and very bleak, no star to be seen, “Like cloud watching?”

“It reminds me of a time I couldn’t help someone that needed me.”

“Well... my M.O. is whenever you screw up, you should just keep smiling like usual.” you tell him, making a small smile tuck up his lips as he takes another sip of his drink.

“Thank you, ( y/n ).”

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Flowers and Sunday Nights

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Pairing: Aizawa Shota x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Stinky drunk man who doesn't know how to back off, mention of a broken nose, Aizawa being a softie.

Word count: 1,483

Description: On a peaceful patrol, underground hero Eraserhead, finds himself meeting someone as beautiful as the flowers in her arms.

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Author's note: This really came out of nowhere, but I had so much fun getting into my feels🥺 I'm thinking of following up with a part two— let me know what you think!

••••

Aizawa loved Sunday nights.

After a full week of juggling his U.A workload along with his night patrols, with barely any rest in between, Sunday nights allowed him the chance to catch his breath. It’s almost as if Japan as a whole decided to take these chilly nights off and sleep in, which made the erasure hero’s patrols so much more bearable than usual.

Perched on a rooftop, he let himself breathe in softly, a long-awaited sense of peace filling his lungs as he rested his sore eyes just a moment. Cool currents of air swept his hair back, allowing his skin to catch the silver light of the moon as he tugged his scarf closer to his face in an attempt to shield himself from the cold.

Fluttering his eyes open, he let his gaze trail over the city, a part of him realizing how little he’s actually seen of it. Sure, he’s a hero who patrols the area every night and protects it with everything he’s got, but to him, it felt like this was his first time actually seeing it. The towering buildings that trapped starlight within their windowpanes, the slow rolling of clouds over the inky night sky, the soft sounds of a quiet life that he could only yearn for. It was all so familiar, but so new at the same time.

It almost made him smile.

Almost.

His head snapped to the side at the sound of a disgruntled voice, his brows pulling together in confusion before his mind could respond to what was happening.

“Hey, I told you to back off, you mouth-breather!” you shouted, annoyed, one hand pressing a bouquet of flowers close to your chest as the other slapped over the drunken man's face.

The man stumbled back a few steps, his eyes widening in shock before narrowing darkly as your handprint revealed itself on his cheek. “You little brat! And here I thought we were having a nice bit of fun,” he snapped, tearing the flowers from your grasp before fisting your shirt aggressively, pulling a gasp out of your lips as the stench of alcohol reached your nose.

Aizawa didn’t wait to see what this scumbag thought he would do to you; he jumped from his ledge on the rooftop and landed a few feet away from you, ready to break the man’s hold on you. His eyes glowed red as he glared at the man menacingly. “Word of advice? Listen to a woman when she tells you to back off.”

 He was about to step in when the man’s eyes flickered to him for a brief second, giving you an opening to slam your knuckles into the bridge of his nose, a satisfying crack emanating from his nose. The hit you landed made his hold on you slip as he stumbled back and slipped on your flowers, tripping over his feet before landing on the cold ground. That was enough for Aizawa to trap the drunk in his capture weapon before knocking him out cold with a snarl on his lips.

“They’re ruined,”

The hero turned with a tilt of his head, watching as you gingerly knelt down next to the now-destroyed bouquet of flowers with a frown, your shoulders slumping in disappointment.

 He looked back at the man who was tied in his capture weapon, a low huff of amusement escaping his chest as he noticed the trail of blood that trickled down the man’s face. “You broke his nose,”

You looked up at the hero before flickering your eyes towards the very man who ruined your night. A glare settled on your eyes before you shrugged. “A small price to pay for ruining my flowers.”

That got a hum from Aizawa, his eyes twinkling with amusement before he knelt by your side, watching as you picked up the crushed flowers from the ground with a sigh.

“Are you alright?” he asked, trying to make his low voice as soft as possible as he looked at your hands, trying to see if you bruised up your knuckles when you threw that punch earlier. His dark eyes then settled on the flowers in your hold, a frown settling on his lips. “Who were the flowers for?”

You didn’t look away from the torn, colored petals you held when answering. “I’m fine— slightly pissed off, but fine.” A tired laugh shook your chest softly, the sound warm and inviting; Aizawa couldn’t help but smile. “And the flowers were for me, but I guess I can’t go a night without getting something nice for myself just to have it ruined.” Your tone was bitter–sad even– as you spoke.

That got a frown out of the erasure hero. He could feel your disappointment rolling off of you in waves, a part of him sympathetic towards you as his eyes flickered down to the assortment of flowers in your grasp. He eyed them silently, trailing over the soft hues of the petals that once seemed so gentle and alive.  

A single flower seemed to have survived being trampled over, its lovely, blossoming self almost shining in the moonlight in a way that could be described as angelic.

Softly, Aizawa picked it up in between his fingers, your eyes following him as he held it out for you. “Not all of them are ruined.”

The gesture was so small, so simple, yet there was something so gentle in it that it almost seemed intimate.

Your eyes twinkled with a new light as you gazed at the small flower in his hands, an awestruck smile curling your lips. “Yeah,” Taking in the hero’s face as you glanced up from his hand, a softer look flashed in your eyes.

His sore eyes seemed almost gentle as his gaze locked with your own, his hair gently pulled back by a soft breeze that tickled your noses. Even with his rugged complexion, he looked ethereal under the moonlight, a blossoming sense of peace making itself at home in your chest as the corners of his lips curled into the ghost of a smile.

He’s beautiful, you thought to yourself, your eyes widening as heat rose to your cheeks.

Clearing your throat, you accepted the flower from his hand, your fingers sparking with electricity as they graced his skin momentarily. “You’re Eraserhead, right? I think I’ve seen you around the area a few times.”

The hero looked down at his hand, his skin tingling where your fingers had brushed over. “Uh, yeah,” He shook his head softly, snapping himself out of a daze. “I patrol this sector every night.”

His eyes lingered on you as you nodded before standing up, tossing the crumpled flowers into a nearby dumpster while still holding the unscathed one in your other hand. His heart leaped to his throat when you turned to him with a smile. He followed your lead and stood up as you walked back to him, clutching the small flower close to your chest.

“Thank you, Eraserhead,” you breathed, your words heavy with a genuine sense of gratitude towards the hero.

He snickered, quirking an eyebrow at you. “For what? I believe you handled yourself decently— you basically did my job for me.” he mused, tilting his head towards the man who was still out cold in the clutches of his capture weapon.

Heat rose to your cheeks as his praise sunk in, making you dip your head in an attempt to hide your embarrassment from him. Shaking your head, you looked back at his dark eyes. “I, uh, thanks,” you laughed nervously. “But I mean thank you for the flower.”

The poor hero didn’t have a chance to react to your words before you gently cupped his face with one hand, pulling him close enough for you to tuck the small flower behind his ear, sinking the stem into his hair delicately. His breath hitched, his eyes wide as he told himself not to lean into the inviting warmth of your skin. His gaze followed your hands as you pulled away, his heart soaring as you looked at him as if he were the most beautiful man you’ve seen.

And for a moment, he let himself believe it.

“I hope we’ll meet again soon.” You smiled, waving him goodbye as you turned to go down the road.

He was stunned, at a loss for words. Part of him wanted to run after you, keep you there for a moment longer as he cursed himself for not even asking for your name. His eyes lingered on your retreating figure as you disappeared from his line of sight and merged with the night.

All he could do was bring his hand up to where your warmth still graced his skin, his fingers soon feeling the soft petals of the flower you planted in his hair. He smiled.

Aizawa really loved Sunday nights.

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Expecting: Life with their Pregnant Partner

Featuring Aizawa, Fatgum and Hawks

Aizawa x pregnant GN! Reader; Fatgum x pregnant GN! Reader; Hawks x Pregnant GN! Reader

Warnings: fluff, reader being a little reckless

AN: I was reading through my google docs and found these 😄 absolutely zero clue when I wrote these. Honestly love that for me.

Aizawa

"YN what the hell are you doing?" Shota shouts as he walks in, seeing his heavily pregnant partner perched along the baseboards of class 1-A's dorm floors.

"Shota! Just in time, I need you to change my water bucket. Look how dirty these baseboards are! Can you believe that?" you say, smiling at your husband as you go back to dipping the cloth in the bucket and wiping the soaking cloth along the now sparking boards.

"YN, seriously? I can't leave you alone can I?” He says going to help you up from the ground, fussing over you as you stand.

"You know the doctor said to rest right? I mean you and I were both at the last appointment. I'm pretty sure I heard him say that about 15 times,” he says, looking at you with a scowl as you roll your eyes in response.

"I'll have you know I did rest sweetheart. But then Miydoria came in and asked if I wanted a snack. So I said 'yes let me help you' so then I got up. I walked to the kitchen and noticed some dirt on the floor. So I got the broom out. Then I swept the dirt and noticed a scuff on the baseboards and well we can't have a scuff so I went and got a bucket. Then one scuff turned into two and then three and then five,” you say gesturing to the floor boards.

“YN seriously,” your husband said, crossing his arms over his large chest.

"You really want our baby to be born with filthy floor boards Shota?" You say, crossing your arms and waiting for your husband's reply.

"YN the baby isn't going to be studying the floor boards when they arrive. Plus I think you should be worried about more important things like, and maybe I'm just being dramatic here, but oh I don't know labor perhaps?" Shota says escorting you to the nearest coach the rest. You scoff at your husband once more as Midoriya, Bakugo, Kirishima and Todoroki walk in.

"I'm going to need you all to watch YN for me,” Shota says standing up and walking towards his students

"Excuse me? I'm very capable!” you shout, shocked at your husband's words to his students.

"YN I have a patrol tonight. There is no way I'm leaving you to your own devices. You'll probably end up repainting the whole common area,”he says looking at you.

"Didn't you already by paint YN?” Todoroki says before you quickly interject

"Well would you look at the time! Come on boys, let's go start dinner,” you say waddling towards the teens

"YN you have got to be kidding me right now?!?” Shota says rubbing his temples

"Have a great night love!” you say pushing the boys towards the doors.

Fatgum

"YN I'm home my love",” Taishiro shouts. The apartment smells amazing and he is starving. After a long night fighting crimes and arresting villains, Taishiro only wants two things.

To have a good meal and to see his beautiful partner.

"In here my love! I'm just finishing supper,” you shout as you wipe your hands on your apron.

Taishiro stoped and looked at you. His beautiful partner, pregnant with his baby and making him his favorite meal.

"Honestly I could get use to seeing you pregnant for the rest of my life YN,” Taishiro says pulling you into a hug and kissing your forehead lightly.

You giggle and pat his stomach as you head back towards the stove to stir your vegetables.

"Lets get this one out first and then we will talk,” you say rubbing your belly as your stir the food and grab plates.

"Busy day my love?" He asks, washing his hands and sitting at the table.

"I went by the new fish market today and grabbed a huge variety! Then I went to the farmers market and got these and some fresh produce,” you say pointing to the freshly cut bouquet of sunflowers sitting on the table.

"YN I thought the doctor told you to stay away from fish,” he says worryingly.

"Love I can eat some cooked fish but I mostly got it for you! I've been watching this cooking show I wrote down some awesome recipes to try!” you say plating Taishiro's food and setting it in front of him

"Baby you should be resting during the day,” Taishiro says scolding you

You look at him, deadpan. "Babe I literally sit on the coach and write down recipes. I'm not running a marathon," you say rolling your eyes.

"I just worry about you YN. You do so much for me and I want you and the baby to be healthy,” Taishiro says, grabbing your hands and pulling you close.

You smile at your husband and give him a soft kiss. "Taishiro, you have Kirishima and Tamaki check on me at least twice a day when you are at work. Plus you text me every hour. Aizawa even came by last week to make sure I didn't need a snack. I'm well taken care of love!” you say smiling at your husband as he smiles back.

"Ok YN,” Taishiro says smiling as he grabs his fork and begins to eat.

"I did lug the groceries up the 5 flights of stairs today tho,” you say resting your hips against the back of the counter and smiling at your husband as he chokes on his food, quickly reaching for his water.

"YN seriously?!" Taishiro says clearing his throat as his eyes widen on you

"I'm joking babe," you say smiling. Taishiro breathes out a sigh of relief as he goes to take another bite.

"It was only four flights," you say laughing as you walk out of the room, leaving your husband hanging, fork halfway to his mouth.

Hawks

Hawks walks into his apartment to hear music coming from down the hallway. He smiles as he sets his keys down, removing his goggles, headset, boots and coat before heading to see you.

He knows you’re in the baby's room. That's where you've been for the past few days. Your nesting has kicked into full gear as you prepare for the arrival of your baby any day now.

What Hawks doesn't expect is to see you singing 5 feet above the ground, as you balance atop a ladder pounding a nail into the wall.

"Holy crap YN!" He yells as he goes to steady you and you smile down at him.

"Hey baby! So glad your home safe! How was your night?" You say smiling down at your husband

"YN what in the hell are you doing? Get down from there!" Hawks growls as your roll your eyes, setting the hammer on top of the ladder and climbing down.

"Ok I'm down here now what?" you say looking percuriously at your husband.

"Well for one, no more ladder,” Hawks says grabbing the ladder and folding it up, hauling it out of the babies room.

You sigh and follow your husband as he puts the ladder away.

"Keigo I have things to do!” you say your hands now on your hips as your husband glares at you.

"Do I need to put a lock on this door YN? Because I absolutely will!” he says narrowing his eyes at you.

"Keigo the baby is coming and their room isn't finished!" You say pouting and stomping your feet.

You husband sighs and rolls his eyes, walking up to you and pulling you into a hug. He knows how stressed you've been about your babies arrival.

"YN the baby isn't even going to be sleeping in their room remember? You have time love," Hawks says nuzzling your nose.

"Keigo first impressions are everything! And I want to give the baby a tour when we bring them home. And that includes their FINISHED room!" you say with emphasis, throwing your hands in the air.

Keigo looks at your, trying not to laugh at your pure ridiculousness.

"I'll tell you what YN. How about this weekend we do the finishing touches together?" He says as he notices your mood perk up at the suggestion.

"Babe that would be so awesome!" You answer gleefully.

"I mean I have to put the crib, swing and rocker together anyways. Might as well do it all,” he says as he notices your eyes widen and you look away from him.

"YN-"

“Ok so I may have accidently out the swing together,” you say, grinning at your husband.

Hawks sighs, his hand doing to his head, "what in the world am I going to do with you?"

Eraserhead x Reader How Convenient!

There were perks to working the night shift at Al Deraan’s Convenience Store. You got to pick the music playing on the old stereo, because there were rarely any customers present or sober enough to complain. You can be on your phone if nobody else is around. All you really need to worry about is turning off the lights before heading home, and locking up. Most nights, you are alone with the smell of window cleaner and prepackaged pastries.

Sometimes, he stops by.

He’s a pro hero. A real one, with talent and history. Every time you see him, he exudes mystery and steadfastness. He is the coolest man you have ever seen, dressed all in black except for his scarf and protective eye-wear. You hang on every gruff word he speaks.

Which is usually limited to, “Keep the change,” or, “No bag is fine.”

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My Heart couldn't handle this wholesomeness and cuteness ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Secret Admirer (Aizawa & Daughter!Reader)

Request: OML your Dadmight fics are so cute!Could you do one for Aizawa where his kid is a UA student and is receiving letters from a secret admirer. How would he react?

A/N: The reader is adopted because Aizawa is only thirty and I want the reader to be in Class 1B for story reasons within the story.

Every time I turn a corner, I hope I bump into you. Doesn’t matter where; I’m just always hoping I get to see you even if it’s only for a few seconds.

This was the first letter Aizawa had seen. 

(Y/N) was exhausted and had fallen asleep while studying. He noticed her lights were still on when he opened the door to say goodnight before leaving for his nighttime patrol, he found her face down in a textbook at her desk. He almost laughed at how much she still looked like a little kid when she was like this. He carefully picked her up and laid her down into her bed, listening to her babble nonsense as she cuddled into her pillow.

When he went back to her desk to turn off the lamp, that’s when he noticed among her english textbooks was a pink piece of paper that stood out prominently amongst the other white sheets. Aizawa had never been the type of parent who invaded his daughter’s privacy, he was the cool laid-back dad who she felt comfortable enough to talk to. But he found himself overtaken by curiosity of this pink sheet, so he sneaked a peak. 

He was surprised, his daughter had received a love letter.

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Summary: After Aizawa left you on the grounds of UA, you were heartbroken. A freshly graduated pro without your partner. Years pass after the event when a mutual alumni asks you back to your former school. Seeing Aizawa again after nearly a decade, seeing the life he is leading...it sucks you right in.

Pairing: Shouta Aizawa (Eraserhead) x Fem!Reader (Illusionaire)

Quirk: Telepathic Illusions, Memory and Conscious Manipulation

Warnings: Hard angst to fluff, death, traumatic past, happy ending

Chapter 1: We Meet Again

Chapter 2: Bullshit Secrets

Chapter 3: Eraserhead v. Illusionaire

Chapter 4: All Cards on the Table

(DISCONTINUED)

(LTI) Chapter 1: We Meet Again

Summary: An old alumni convinces you to return to UA. Your job? Train the next generation of heroes. But on your first day, old demons resurface.

Pairing: Shouta Aizawa (Eraserhead) x Fem!Reader (Illusionaire)

Quirk: Telepathic Illusions, Memory and Conscious Manipulation

Warnings: Hard angst to fluff, death, traumatic past, happy ending

A/N: This is a short chapter compared to some of my other work so I apologize! The next chapter will be a lot better, pinkie swear.

You lean against the rubble as the sound of sirens and soft chatter breaks up the dusty air. The pounding in your head is persistent, the burn of leather against the calluses of your hands intensifying the aches.

"This isn't the last you'll see of me! I'll make sure of it!"

Glaring at the villain being hauled off into the back of a cop car, you shakily stand up and walk over to the group of heroes that aided you in the attack. Of course, Number One was there, his flames radiating off of him, your hood from your suit trapping the heat in your face. Hawks kept chatting his ear off, seemingly still full of energy. But one young man caught your eye. Green hair and a nervous smile, a power that reminded you of only one person.

All Might.

"I see you've met my protege, Midoriya,"

Turning around, you can't help the smile forming on your face. Even in his weakened state, the arms that quickly wrapped around you were still as strong.

"Long time no see, Toshinori," you say with a grin.

"Likewise. It's not easy to track down Illusionaire now is it?"

"Well, that makes sense since after she graduated UA she spent time in the mountains learning samurai-like skills to aid her in battle since her quirk isn't strong like All Might's or Endeavour's. That's how she's the fifth top hero and the new leader of Nighteye's agency." Midoriya mumbles to himself.

Both you and Toshinori stare at the young one in shock at his knowledge, you more than the retired pro. However, at the mention of Nighteye, your head bows low in grief, the spunk keeping your shoulders up causing them to drop dramatically. He walks away, embarrassed by his actions, choosing to talk to what looked like one of his classmates.

"It looks like the villain attacks are getting closer and closer to UA," you mumble as you slowly look up again.

"You're right. While our security systems are strong, one day they won't be able to protect our students."

"Well, thankfully most of the teachers are retired or active pros. They're in good hands."

"We could use the element of surprise. A pro hero in our walls that can hear dangerous thoughts before the acts happen."

You whip your hood off and look at All Might with wide eyes.

"You want me to work at UA?!"

He laughs hard at your reaction, his hand ghosting over his wound as he slowly calms down.

"Yes. You could help train the students. They need to be strong both mentally and physically on the field. We need you, (Y/N)."

A sigh tickles your lips as you look at the destruction around you. So many heroes who began teaching disappeared from the field, good ones too. Some that would have ended this battle before it even started. Plus, you had the agency to think about now. Sure you had many within its walls that could keep it running, but the pressure was still there as the leader. With a moral tug of war playing between your head and heart, a firm hand grasps your shoulder.

"You know, not all pros who choose to teach leave the field. I mean Ai-"

You tense up immediately, your jaw automatically clenching.

"Don't say his name..."

"Sorry, certain pro heroes protect the city at night and help with major battles while also teaching. You don't have to leave what you love."

Looking at young Midoriya, you knew you had already decided. The next generation of heroes needed you.

"When do I start?"

-~-

Quietly perched hidden in the rafters of the training arena, you cock your head softly to one side as you listen to Class 1A begin to shuffle in.

"I remember meeting Ms. (L/N) on the battlefield before but she may have other tricks up her sleeve. I need to watch her closely, make sure to only use 5% so I can learn more about her fighting style."

"When will these extras shut up?! And where even is this teacher so I can kick her ass?! Not like she can beat the most powerful person in this stupid class?"

"I wonder if I should try that new cold soba place down the street..."

"Mr. Aizawa is not going to be happy if we continue to act like this in a new teacher's class. But how do I rally them?"

The name sends shivers up your spine, your head tilting more to one side as your jaw clenches tight. Slowly you push your head into a normal position, looking for the boy who claimed to be the strongest. As you see him enter the room, you tiptoe across the rafters until you stand directly above him.

Letting gravity take control, you drop from the rafters, landing on the top part of your feet to stay quiet. A cocky grin etches its way across the kid's face. But before he can make a sound, you lay your hand on his head, completely taking control of his brain.

He put up a good fight, that's for sure. However, it didn't take much push from you until his brain was like putty in your hands.

"So this is your strongest classmate?"

Everyone jumps up, a few students screaming out of fright including a certain purple shortie.

Looking towards the young man with red and white hair, you cock your head, prodding at his subconscious. His duel-coloured eyes glare into yours, mental walls being built just as fast as you take them down. With a smirk, you retreat.

"You show promise," you roll your neck as you lift your hand off the other boy, him falling to the ground a drooling mess.

"Um, Ms. (L/N)? Will he be okay?" a purple-haired young man asks.

"Besides a hurt ego? Yes, he will be,"

Pulling your hood off, you smirk at the rest of the class as their eyes go wide in shock.

"Illuminaire?!"

"Damn..."

Clenching your jaw at the familiar voice in your head, you quickly turn and glare at the raven-haired sensei.

"Don't forget who you're around and keep your thoughts to yourself."

He keeps his disinterested face as per usual, but you know if you went poking in Aizawa's head you would find nerves engulfing him.

"Don't forget, you're only a trainer. I'm the teacher here."

"Well, what a great job you're doing Aizawa! I could take your class down in seconds."

"You're a pro and they're still kids-"

"Kids training to be pros, Eraserhead!"

He swallows just a bit, shoving his hands into his pockets as he returns a disinterested stare to your glare.

"Now...if you'll excuse me, I have training to do. Go back to grading papers, teach."

A few ooos echoed throughout the crowd, a crimson glare of the kid you had under your control amongst them.

"Alright, class! The first lesson," you slowly pull out your katanas and roll your shoulders, slowly tilting your head to the side. "How to keep a telepath out."

(LTI) Chapter 2: Bullshit Secrets

Masterlist

Summary: Memories of Aizawa haunt you ever since you came to face with him after nearly a decade apart. However, the space between you that was once there continues to grow. You demand answers. He gives you none.

Pairing: Shouta Aizawa (Eraserhead) x f!Reader (Illusionaire)

Quirk: Mind reading and projection

Rating: 18+, minors do not interact

Warnings: Graphic fight scenes, intense angst (this will continue to be updated as the series moves along.)

Taglist: Open

A/N: Memories are in italics. There is intense angst in this chapter with no resolution. You have been warned, Aizawa is portrayed as a bit of an asshole in this chapter (even though he isn't).

Soft squeezes around your middle and long hair tickling your face wakes you up before the sun has even risen. With a soft yawn, you turn and look up at Shouta, somewhat awake, the ghosts of dark circles framing his eyes.

"Is there a reason you woke me up so early?" you mumble.

"Hmph," he says as he lays on his back again, your head resting against his chest. "We have our provisional licensing exam today, darling. Starts bright and early."

"Did you have to remind me?"

A soft chuckle makes your head bounce up and down subtly, a soft kiss pressed to your hairline that makes you stretch against him.

"Thought you would've preferred this than me trying to wake you up later."

"How thoughtful of you," you mumble tiredly.

Gentle fingers dance across your exposed side, making you giggle and squirm from the ticklish feeling.

"Okay, okay! You're right."

His tickles slowly stop, a peaceful sigh leaving his lips. Like an invisible force, you're drawn to him. Into his loving yet tired stare. Into the arms that had already protected you countless times.

Gently, you tuck his hair behind his ear, letting your thumb trail across his cheek lightly. Slowly, he leans down towards you, his nose nudging your own to the side before his lips meet yours. Soft, slow, everything you didn't know you needed. The warm fuzzy feeling reaches your toes as your heart picks up its pace.

A soft pull drags your lips away from his, but not too far as you feel them against yours again like a tickle as he speaks once again.

"I love you,"

A simple three-word gesture. That's all you needed to know you were okay. You were safe within his arms.

"I love you too,"

Where had that man gone?

The one that promised to always be by your side, only to cast you aside like trash. The one that made you feel protected all those years, only to leave you at your most vulnerable.

Where had the Shouta you knew a decade ago gone?

You thought you would never get your answer.

A new day always brings new challenges. That phrase Aizawa had shared with you years ago still sticks to you despite the sting of his betrayal. And today was no different.

Not only had Bakugou once again tried to kill Midoriya during training, but Aizawa thought it would be interesting to add his protege into the mix. Your entire training session with Class 1A was productive chaos. Never had you met another hero like you, and yet there was Shinso, your next challenge.

While your powers differed, they were all the same. You could tap into the mind, read the greatest dreams and fears, project them. And of course...you had your hidden move. One you only showed to other heroes. And only Shouta himself knew how deadly it was...

Shinso on the other hand, he tapped into the consciousness through verbal pathways. All you needed was eye contact. However, once your quirk is activated, you need to speak to keep them in your spell. This gave Shinso the upper hand, breaking out of your quirk and using his own.

A mental tug of war took up most of the training session, one that had the rest of the class at the edge of their seats. Despite Aizawa's outward disinterest, he was just as tense.

It left the class begging for more, asking to see if their homeroom teacher could beat their trainer. Both of you quickly refused, ending the class with the same commanding glare.

That's how you ended up here, alone in the training gym with the one man you despised, glaring at you like you were the problem.

"Your quirk doesn't turn me to stone so stop glaring," you say as you cross your arms.

"Why didn't you take the challenge?" he asks blankly, his hands still resting in his pockets.

"Why didn't you?"

"I have to set the example,"

"Well so do I. Just admit it, you're chicken. You cut me off so you have no idea what I can do now, you don't want to lose in front of your students."

"I would never lose to some faux hero like you,"

"Faux hero? Who's the one hiding behind four walls of a school instead of living up to their potential?"

"And how's that potential for you? A pro hero who couldn't even save her own brother,"

You take a step back, salty tears pushing at your eyelids, threatening to spill despite your best attempts.

Memories flood through you, that day. How you watched Sasaki sustain his injuries after Overhaul broke your trance. How he died with his hand in yours, asking you to give him a good dream before he goes.

"At least I did something with my life, Eraserhead. At least I'm not a bitter man who has nothing better to do than berate their ex."

And with that, you left.

You left the dojo, the school, all the way back to the dorms. All of the students were gathered in the common area enjoying dinner together, even Bakugou was enjoying himself. But it all flew in one ear and out the other as you quickly entered your room and shut the door.

Stripping out of your training wear and tying your hair into a tight bun, you adorned your hero outfit. Tight black suit with even darker armour adorning the chest, shoulders, knees and elbows. A slot on your chest armour is filled with the belt of the sheath that holds your weapon of choice, your hood making its way over your head to accommodate the accessory. Fingerless gloves and combat boots finish the fit as you pull a wide case off the shelf of your closet.

Laying it gently on your bed, you hear a click of something opening. Prodding around the room, you found one of the consciouses you had yet to break, Shoto Todoroki's.

"Shoto...shouldn't you be enjoying time with your class?"

"I'm sorry, sensei. But I saw a look on your face...one I'm all too familiar with."

Turning towards the boy, you see the concern under his steely expression. With a soft smile, you wave him over. As he walks in, he cranes his neck to look at the katanas that lay among the silk in its case.

"This was the last thing my brother, Nighteye, ever gifted me before he died. I had just passed my training as a samurai, and he surprised me with these katanas."

"They're quite beautiful,"

"I'd have to agree, Todoroki,"

Picking up the metal handles with ease, you slip them into the sheaths in your back. You walk over to the window and quickly open it. Jumping onto the window sill, you take a moment to look at the boy one last time.

"I know you have a troubled past. But not all trauma has scars. Not all trauma needs to be told,"

Slipping on the other end of your window, you jump up and climb your way to the roof, using the creeping darkness to cloak you.

As the night progressed, you caught lots of thugs, car thieves, the usual from your earlier days of night patrol. It seems like every major call you tried to answer had been resolved by the time you got there.

So, you settled on the roof of a building, coffee in hand and a horrible convenience store sandwich in the other, waiting for another call.

A fury of scarves and a blink of yellow lands beside you, making you audibly sigh.

"Haven't you tortured me enough for one day?" you ask.

"Like you haven't been doing the same to me?" Aizawa retorts as he takes his goggles off.

Turning to him, your eyes go completely white as you poke at his consciousness.

"It wasn't my choice to leave me on the UA grounds on graduation day..."

With a harsh scoff and the shake of your head, your eyes return to normal as you instead direct your glare to the watery coffee. An uncomfortable silence barely settles when you finally ask:

"Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why did you break up with me in the first place?"

Slowly, you look toward the raven-haired man, watching his face for any tell, any clue. He took way too long to answer.

"I knew we were going to break up anyways after you said you were going to be training as a samurai."

"Bullshit."

Aizawa turns slightly towards you, a look of shock exploding in his eyes.

"Tell me the truth..."

"It's not that simple, (Y/N)-"

"Then why don't we make it simple, huh?! Were you playing me the entire time?"

A sigh reverberates from deep within his chest.

"No."

"Did I do something to upset you, wrong you?"

"No..."

"Did you even love me?"

Another long silence.

"No."

Another punch to the chest, but you wouldn't let it show. You swallow every emotion bubbling to the surface, the heartbreak threatening to show itself and rip your surroundings apart.

Gripping onto your lukewarm coffee, you throw it directly at his head before standing up, jumping into the darkness below. As fast as your legs could take you, you run through the alleys all the way back to UA.

Once in the safety of your room, you rip your hood off as uncontrollable tears burn across your cold cheeks.

Your heartbreak was mixed with suspicion, the silence between answers unsettling to you. No matter your thoughts, your emotions took center stage.

With a scream of frustration, you throw a katana straight through the wall without a second thought. Right into Aizawa's room.

"Fucking great," you mumble.

Yanking the blade from the drywall, you placed both of them back in their case. With your katanas and suit off, tucked away safely, you crawled into bed, ready to sleep the pain away.

LTI Chapter 3: Eraserhead v. Illusionaire

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Summary: The truth reveals itself, but will it be a relief or a vulnerability?

Pairing: Shouta Aizawa (Eraserhead) x Fem!Reader (Illusionaire)

Quirk: Telepathic Illusions, Memory and Conscious Manipulation

A/N: The angst flood continues! Requests are open :)

"Alright class, get in and settle down,"

It had been weeks since your confrontation with Aizawa. Despite all of the tension between you two, the students seemed clueless. You two thought you had gotten away with your little fight. But oh how you were wrong.

Just as you were about to discuss the day's training arrangement, a pinkish hand shot straight up into the air, catching your attention as you looked through the crowd.

"What is it, Mina?"

Turning around, you shoot a glare at the grumpy teacher for interrupting you just as you were about to answer her question. Always overstepping...

"How come you and Mr. Aizawa have never sparred? I mean your powers are basically the same, so who would win?"

You hear a tired sigh from behind you, Mina's words swirling in your head in a whirlpool of hurt and revenge. Just as Aizawa opens his mouth, you beat him to it.

"You know what? You're right, Mina." you say, turning away from the class and grabbing your katanas from your desk.

"Change of plans class. Instead of you doing the training, it's time you watched the pros have a proper sparring session." you turn around, katanas at the ready.

Aizawa still stays as emotionless as ever, completely disinterested in the fact that you had accepted the challenge. Nevertheless, he pulls his goggles out from a pocket of his and places them on his eyes.

All of Class 1A surrounds you two, creating a fight ring to keep you contained in a small space within the dojo. Of course, Midoriya was upfront and center, notebook and pen ready to watch your separate fighting styles.

"All right, let's keep this a clean fight. Only use your quirks and weapons on you. No using the students to your advantage." Aizawa says as he crouches low to the floor.

"Do you honestly think I would stoop that low just to beat you?" you say, fire building up behind your eyes as you crouch in Widow's pose.

"Iida, count it down," he growls.

"Alright, you may start in three," the boy says while looking at his watch.

You tense up every muscle from your hips down.

"Two,"

Shouta closes his eyes and grips his capture weapon.

"One,"

Both of you take a deep breath out.

"Go!"

By the time Aizawa has opened his eyes, you've already flipped behind him, katanas at the ready as you go to swing at his shoulder to disarm him. With the same natured speed, he turns and grips your wrist holding the katana, twisting it in a gruesome manner.

You cry out and drop the weapon quickly, instead choosing to slide underneath his legs with your one remaining weapon. That's when all of the student's voices disappear and all you hear are their cheers. You look up into a fury of black hair and red eyes.

He erased your quirk. Exactly what you were waiting for.

You feign being flustered, beginning to take flustered shots at the hero in order to try and make him blink. A swing to the head, miss. A kick in the chest, miss. Trying to kick his legs out from under them, miss.

But just as you stand up to try and hit him in the head with your katana, your moment comes. He blinks.

Quickly dropping your weapon, you grab onto his head with record speed and deactivate his quirk, his hair falling as well as his eyelids as his brain is paralyzed, incapable of making its own decision. The students gasp as they watch your eyes cloud over with white and you use your quirk to show you his greatest fear to disarm him once and for all.

Except it's not there.

Instead, all you can find is his best dream.

A small home outside of the city. A nice backyard sets the scene as you see yourself with a bundle of blankets in your arm. The nearby cherry blossom tree lets some of its leaves drop as the wind pushes through them.

You turn to look at someone. The dream reframes, showing Shouta leaning against the doorway, coffee in hand with his hair tied back, loose grey sweats framing his waist.

"I'm sorry if I woke you, she wouldn't go back to sleep. I knew some fresh air might help her." you smile softly.

"I was awake the minute she started crying," Shouta says with a chuckle as he draws closer to you, sitting beside you in the soft grass.

Gently, you hand over the small bundle of blankets to reveal a baby, her hair as dark as Aizawa's with the same black eyes staring back at you. But everything else looked like you, a perfect blend.

The sunrise catches the diamond that lays on your finger, as you tuck some of Aizawa's stray hair behind his ear.

"You guys really need to learn how to be quiet," Shinso says, a half-asleep Eri in his arms.

You chuckle softly, taking Eri from his arms as he sits down beside you. Again, you look towards Aizawa and one feeling overwhelms you.

Home.

Suddenly, you're warped back to reality as Aizawa reenacts his quirk and pins you to the ground. The students cheers fill the dojo as you feel your features soften unwillingly. But as your thoughts race around your head like a toddler on caffeine, your stare hardens and your jaw clenches.

"What type of mind game was that, Aizawa?" you mumble angrily.

With a grunt he gets off of you, taking off his goggles and looking at the class.

"Consider this your lesson for the day. Class is dismissed early, use it wisely."

The class quickly scurries out of the room, grasping at the opportunity for a little more downtime. You stay laying on the ground, your mind completely overwhelmed while your body was fatigued from desperately trying to find something that wasn't there. With the scene from Aizawa's mind in yours, it left you grasping for straws, for any logical reasoning.

Had he buried it down deeper into his conscious than you thought?

No way, you had searched every part of his subconscious.

What if he had worked through his greatest fear already?

That's when it hit you.

"Am I your greatest fear?" you ask.

Aizawa turns to you and offers you a hand.

"C'mon, we have a lot to talk about."

-~-

On the same building where you fought nights ago is where the two of you sit in silence. Another cup of watered-down coffee in hand, a subtle grin gracing your face at what you did that night. Aizawa looks towards you and lets the tiniest smirk show.

"The whole coffee on my head thing, I deserved it,"

"Fuck yeah you did,"

"No need to rub it in,"

A soft chuckle comes from both of you, your shoulders slowly beginning to relax, your jaw becoming lax. But typical of your quirk, it brings back what you saw earlier that day, Aizawa's dream.

"You never answered my question," you say as you turn towards him. "Why could I only find your dream?"

Another silence fills the air, and you feel the tension in your shoulders begin to climb again. He's going to shut you out again, isn't he?

"Because, my greatest nightmare already happened," he says quietly.

He takes a sip of the same watered-down coffee while you sit in silence waiting for him to continue.

"Graduation day, when I left you behind on campus after ending things. The day I lost you, that has been my greatest fear since I met you. And it came true,"

So you were right, Aizawa's greatest fear was losing you.

"Then why did you break up with me? What did I-"

"This whole time you better not have been blaming yourself for our split," he looks at you, letting his eyes fill with worry for a fraction of a second.

Your silence answers everything.

"Look, (Y/N), it was never you. If I could've chosen any other way, we'd be happy together, married, kids, the whole thing. But life had different plans," he sighs. "Your brother at the time saw how strong we were together. You know how hard we trained, when we worked together we were nearly unstoppable. Your brother approached me after looking into our future before Midoriya changed it. You would've been dead by now...because of me,"

His voice wavers towards the end, so he draws quiet, casting his glare back to the coffee cup once more.

"Why didn't you come to find me, when Midoriya changed the timeline?"

"Your brother had just died. It was never the right time. And then I wondered if our future really had changed, or if you being close to me again would cause your death either way."

It grows silent as you stew everything over. This entire time, Aizawa was protecting you. Keeping you alive by keeping the dark secret that has probably haunted him for the last decade. No matter what, he was always going to protect you, even if it meant facing his greatest fear.

"Thank you, for protecting me," you say as you put the coffee cup down, moving closer to him.

"But I can protect myself. And I'm done being miserable because my greatest fear happened too,"

He looks towards you, his nose gently bumping yours as you move closer. It was like you were back 10 years ago, on that field, reconciling before your greatest fears were realized. Everything you had wanted and craved for so long was finally in front of you.

Just as he leaned in towards you, the ghost of his lips touching yours, you lay a hand on his chest and gently stop him. You look down fast, unable to maintain eye contact. Before you would have to explain yourself, multiple sirens go off in the distance.

Both of you quickly look towards the sound, only to see an explosion in the distance and the roar of one of the many beasts you had faced.

A nomu had attacked.

LTI Chapter 4: All Cards On The Table

Masterlist

Summary: The famous duo Eraserhead and Illusionaire return!

Pairing: Shouta Aizawa (Eraserhead) x Fem!Reader (Illusionaire)

Quirk: Telepathic Illusions, Memory and Conscious Manipulation

A/N: I actually really like this chapter, it's the first time I've been somewhat happy with a fight scene. Enjoy!

"Illusionaire! Catch!"

Turning around, you see Aizawa tossing the beast that was a Nomu straight towards you using his capture weapon, his hair flying all over the place and eyes so red they looked like they could be bleeding.

Bracing yourself against the rubble behind you, you swing your arm around just in time for your katana to cleanly slice through the nomu's arm. As blood sprayed faster than a fountain all over the place, the monster retaliates, swinging its other arm straight towards you. Bouncing off your heels, you back flip behind the rubble just in time to watch it get smashed to pieces.

The fist comes for it's second swing, straight down onto your head as the other one regrows out of the corner of your eye. Creating an x brace with your blades, you grit your teeth and prepare for the smack down, only for familiar white strips to appear, wrapping around the monster's arm at the last possible moment.

"Nice try..." you hear a mumble from behind the beast.

Quickly you twirl your katanas to face outwards on either side of your arm before sliding underneath its legs and cutting inches of muscle into pieces. A screech mixed with a roar echoes off of brick and mortar as you spin onto your knee and stand once again. Flipping your katanas once more, you sheath them into their place on your back.

"Just keep him still for me! I'll take care of the rest!" you yell to Aizawa as you pull a small hand blade out from a hidden pocket on your side.

You back up with haste until one of your calves comes into contact with another piece of concrete. Charting your path is simple and soon enough, your feet are moving without thought. Just at the right moment, you propel yourself onto the beast with the help of another chunk of stone, securing yourself on its back with your blade.

As more screams from the nomu and from Shouta echo around you, you swing upwards with what little momentum you had left. With ease, you wrap your legs around the neck of the beast and begin to cut off its oxygen to the brain. Gripping onto its head tightly, you feel your eyes flutter closed as you put all your power into turning its brain into mush.

But Aizawa can hold on no longer.

Soon you feel your balance begin to waver, the nomu wandering around roaring in frustration as it tries to pry you off. With strong hands and sharp nails, it pries at your back, arms, and legs. But you work through the pain, eventually letting out a battle cry as you release all of your power into its brain.

With a large thud, you fall to the ground, creating plums of dust that stick to your bloody skin. As your eyes open, you see the defeated nomu beneath you, no life left in its eyes...well whatever life was actually left in it.

"Illusionaire!" a voice calls through the dust.

With a cough you stand, shakily you must admit, but standing nonetheless. A calloused hand suddenly touches one of your wounds, making you hiss and pull away with a turn, fists up at the ready. Your eyes meet yellow goggles making you drop one fist while the other weakly punches Shouta's chest.

"You good?" you ask as you slowly remove your hood.

"Yeah, I'm fine. But you're not."

"Eraserhead-"

"Illusionaire, you’re bleeding from your eyes..."

With a sigh, you wipe away what blood hadn't already dried and caked on with the dust.

"It happens when I overuse my powers. But I'm fine..."

"At least let me take care of those scratches. I know how much you hate hospitals. "

You think it over but as the pain sets in, your doubts are cleared away.

"Damn right I do. I'll come with you."

After a long ordeal with the cops, you and Aizawa retire to his apartment. It was small, clean, quaint, nothing less than what you had expected.

But as you stare in his immaculate mirror, your worries resurface.

What if your brother was right?

What if you and Aizawa were each other's death sentences?

What the hell were you even doing here?

With a sigh, you knew that no matter what, your stories would end in heartbreak.

You didn't notice that you had been washing the dirt and muck of the fight off of you for the past hour and a half. It wasn't until there was a knock on the door that your brain came back to reality.

"You didn't pass out in there did you?"

A soft chuckle reverberates from your chest as you gently wipe away the water from your face. You quietly unlock the door after hanging up the simple face cloth. Shouta looks down at you, his eyes now revealed since his hair was tucked into a ponytail, a soft emotion filling them. Slowly, carefully, you see his hand make its way upwards, his calloused hands coming into contact with your cheek as he caresses it.

What you didn't know was that at that moment, Aizawa knew he could never let you go again.

What he didn't know was that at that moment your heart didn't care if you were each other's death sentences, you needed him in your life again.

Leading your head towards his with the hand on your cheek, your opposite wraps around his neck slowly, taking the time to gently tug on the hair by his neck. His lips meet yours for the first time in decades, like an antidote to the virus that plagued you of his absence. It was soft, unsure, just like both of you were. But once you pulled away and saw the same look in each other's eyes, you knew that no future could change things now. Quickly, you kiss again, this time with a little more urgency, a little more passion. His other hand wraps around your back gingerly, pulling you close to him as you find yourself pinned to a wall. With a soft bite to his bottom lip, you move your other hand up his chest only for it to halt in its tracks.

"Daddy, what are you and (Y/N)-chan doing?"

You both stand in stunned silence, still wrapped in each other's arms. Aizawa eventually speaks up as he pulls away from you.

"Well, when two people love each other there are certain things you do together," he explains as he crouches down to Eri's level.

"So you and (Y/N)-chan love each other?" she asks innocently.

Without hesitation, you grasp onto Shouta's shoulder gently and answer.

"More than you know,"

You feel his once tense shoulder slowly relax under your touch. With a soft squeeze, you look at him.

"You can put her to sleep. I'll get the bed ready if you'll have me?"

Shouta stands and pulls you close to his side, gently laying a kiss to the side of your head before mumbling:

"Always,"

A soft smile breaks up your face as you gently pull away and retire to Shouta's bedroom. You catch a look at your back in the mirror, the gauze painted with bright red stains. Those weren't going to scar well.

Slowly, you pull on one of Shouta's shirts, his scent enveloping you, calming you. You meticulously take down the bed, making sure everything was in its place in the way you remember he likes. Once everything was set, you slip into the cozy sheets and sigh contentedly.

After a while, you feel a body join from behind you, an arm wrapping around your waist before gently bracing your back against a warm chest.

A tired smile comes across your face as your free hand reaches down and gently squeezes the one on your waist. Eventually, your fingers lace together, holding on like either one might disappear if you let go too soon.

"Be honest with me," you hear Aizawa mumble. "all cards on the table."

"Yeah?" you whisper.

"Are you willing to risk your life...just for me?"

In a heartbeat, you reply.

"Yes. I always did, I always will."

Recovery

Summary: Aizawa has always been protective of you, almost to a fault. After a perilous battle with one of the strongest Nomu you've encountered yet, his protection intensifies, much to your shagrin.

Pairing: Shota Aizawa x fem!Reader

Power/Quirk: Magnetism

Request: Yes

Warnings: Unless you're against fluff, no warnings.

A/N: Thank you for the request! Life has been busy but lots of fun thanks to the summer heat :). This prompt was perfect cause I need a break from the close to 4k angst fest I've been working on lately. Hope you enjoy @itspauvr !

Request?

!Masterlist!

Fuck the League of Villains.

Especially that Dabi kid.

The crew had resurfaced with newer, stronger Nomu, cascading in the night to cause the most chaos. This one must have had 8 plus quirks, using them all at random or together. To make things even more complicated - Dabi was hidden behind the beast causing more chaos. You could barely keep the Nomu at bay as Aizawa battled the kid.

By the time Endeavour and a very grumpy-looking Hawks had arrived, your head and abdomen were oozing blood from the multiple hits you had taken.

You worked with them, killing the Nomu just in time to watch your husband get knocked to the ground by the villain crew kid, hand ready to blast Aizawa's fast off in his flames of fury.

Without thinking, your hand reaches out, gripping onto the metal that lined the boys body and yanked him towards you. As you landed a solid punch to his face, his quirk activates and burns your from your shoulder down.

All you could remember before blacking out from the pain was sending a flurry of very sharp daggers into his back.

You woke up to a very pissed-off Aizawa.

"What the hell were you thinking back there, (Y/N)? You could have gotten yourself killed."

The firmness in his voice was one that was so similar to the one he used with his class, it made you chuckle only for it to be followed by a wince.

"I'm not one of your students, Shota."

"I know you're not. You're my wife, you're more important."

You smile as much as you can through the haze of drugs you felt pumping through your system. But you weren't too hazy to hear him mumble:

"Even though you're just as impulsive as them."

That earned a metal tray to the back of the head and another stern glare from Aizawa as you glared back at him with a quirked eyebrow.

"How about a thank you for saving your ass, hmm?"

Only a chuckle leaves his lips before leaning back in his chair and you smirk - knowing you won this fight.

Oh, how you were wrong.

As soon as you were home, Shota might as well have used his capture weapon to keep you in your shared bed. If you were busted out of bed by the time he was home from his classes you were in a ton of trouble.

He took the whole 4-weeks of rest a little too seriously.

While, yes, you were a bit bored throughout the day, it wasn't all bad. Eri would come in for cuddles with you and Shota every morning. She would snuggle carefully close you while she talked about everything and anything under the sun. Shinso would bring you lots of books to read from the school library he thought you would find interesting.

But the best was the weekends with Shota. After being integrated into Class 1A - Shinso had made a few friends that he didn't mind hanging out with or training on the weekends. And after lots of begging from Midoriya and Togata, Eri gets to spend some weekends with them at UA.

With the house to yourselves, Aizawa would bring home your favourite food, as well as some healthier foods (a man can hope) and climb into bed with you. You'd spend the weekends talking about future plans or watching cheesy comedy movies that made your husband groan. He truly didn't mind though, whatever he could do to put a smile on your face is worth it.

Eventually, though, you would fall asleep and he would sneak away to grade worksheets and papers. And every time without a doubt, you would waddle out of bed to join him.

"(Y/N), you're not supposed to be out of bed." he would grumble.

"The doctor said rest, not bed rest Shota," you say with a cheesy grin while grabbing one of his coveted red pens.

"Sitting up with your abdomen covered in bruises doesn't count,"

A glare is shot your way and you return it with a smile while tucking a stray piece of hair that had escaped his bun behind his ear.

"I promise I'm okay. I just want to spend time with you before the week starts all over again,"

He sighs and relents, turning back to his papers before portioning off a small section for you to grade. It only took 20 minutes of grading before you fell asleep at his desk. A rare smile graces his face before he lifts you back into bed.

After he tucks you in, he lays a soft kiss on your forehead before returning to his office.

Yeah - getting taken care of by Shota wasn't the worst.

Bonus:

After a few weeks, the doctor cleared you for any and all activities since you had fully healed. Let's say, you earned your punishment.

Aizawa's New Girl

mentions: Unhappy marriage, Wifie material, tease, Fluff.

reblogs are appreciated <3

I am taking requests

Aizawa has been best friends with you since you both were in high school.You've loved him for such a long time but he’s been married for 5 years now. Recently, that means 2 years ago he hated his marriage. His wife started bitching for kids. His words not yours. He was not ready for that. From there she started making life impossible for him as well. Here he is now at your home.

“ I think I should divorce her.” he said to you. You are all for it. “You should divorce her Shōta. She’s been treating you like crap. How do you even deal with that?” you asked and served him dinner.You’re basically his wife at this point. You have been cooking his meals. He passes by for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Every week he comes to wash his clothes since he doesn’t even want to see her face. After a while he’d leave his clothes in your guest room. Sometimes he crashes the night. “ I’m tired of her. I nap during school hours, to me that says a lot. My favorite meal. You’re the best y/n.” he said. You felt bad for him. He’s your best friend.  “I’m here to support you. Always.” you said.

2 weeks later he got a great lawyer and he kicked his wife out of HIS house. He’s healing and you’re there to support him. “Thanks for helping me with this. You’re always by my side. I appreciate everything you do for me.” he said. “ Better together, remember.” you replied. You then heard banging from the door. He checked the cameras and you got your quirk ready. “It’s her. Don’t worry. I’ve got this.” he said pressing a button. You heard the sprinklers go off and you started laughing. He laughed along with you. Her screams made it even funnier. 

Time passed and he is happily divorced. He ended up moving in with you and left his old home as a vacation home. You bring him lunch every day to work. As you walked inside the students whispered. Some of the male students were drooling. You were wearing simple clothing. Although your top did show cleavage and your skirt was very teaseful. You walked up to the boys. “Hey, your Aizawa’s students. Can you tell me where I can find him if he’s not in this office?” You asked with a smile. The girls immediately knew you loved him. “ you’re so pretty.” Denki said. “Thank you sweetie” you replied “If he’s not in this office, he’s in class or resting outside,” Bakugou said. You booped his nose. The rest tried holding back their laughs. “DO YOU WANT TO DIE !!??” He yelled. “WHY YOU DISRESPECTFUL SON OF A BI-“ you yelled and got interrupted by the love of your life. “Hey” he greeted. “you’re in love with him, right? Omg?” Mina was losing her mind. “Uh, he’s my bestie girly pop.” You replied. “Yeah, which is why you show up every day with lunch for him.” She giggled. The girls giggled and whispered. “Umm, I made your favorite today. I hope you enjoy it.” You said handing him a large bento box. He looked at you up and down, loving how sexy you look. He gulped as he took the bento box from you.“I always enjoy your meals. I appreciate you coming to drop off lunch.” He replied and soon you had to head home. “Mr.Aizawa you were totally checking her out. She is a goddess you better make a move before somebody else does.” Mina said and the rest of the girls agreed. She was right and deep down he knew that so once school ended he went to buy you a pretty diamond jewelry set, a special specific ring, and a bouquet of 100 red roses. He was taking forever. “It’s already 9pm,” you said aloud. “Mhm, maybe something came up with hero work.” You yawned. Minutes later he showed up. “Y/n! Hey! Sorry, I’m late, come downstairs! I have something for you!” He called out. “I’m in the kitchen!” You replied cleaning the counter. “Close your eyes.” He ordered and you did just that. He stood in front of you. “Open.” He said. You opened your eyes and saw the beautiful sight. “ I know…I suck at gifts but umm…I hope this shows how much I love and appreciate everything you do for me. I’m trying to ask if you want to be my girlfriend? Partner? Wife? Girlfriend?” He asked, choosing many titles because he had no idea what he was doing. “ Girlfriend and then hopefully wife.” You replied. You shared a soft and loving kiss with him. Aizawa has no idea how much his life is going to change now that he’s with the woman he’s always loved and will forever.

Nicotine | Aizawa Shota x Reader

Summary ~ When you started dating Shota, you knew what you were signing up for. What you didn’t expect to happen was for everything between you both to come crumbling down, leaving you pinned beneath the rubble and Shota not even realizing it.

Tags/Warnings ~ Minors DNI, NSFW content, Inspired by Nicotine by Panic at the Disco, hurt no comfort, angst, failed relationship, past relationship neglect, cursing, break up, sad ending, use of Y/N

Note ~ Hey Lovelies, I wrote this one night when I was craving some angst, lol. I did include some of the lyrics from Nicotine, sorry if it's cringe. Anyway, hope y'all enjoy the read? It is very angst forward so.. I don't know.. trigger warning..? Love and appreciate you, Lovelies! <3

You had shown up to his apartment not long after he called..

Again.

As soon as you were through the door, the two of you had dove right into sloppily making out and pawing off each other’s clothing..

Again.

You two had taken your heaving chests, kiss bitten lips, panted moans, and lust heated bodies straight to his bedroom without having a proper conversation beforehand..

Again!

You let out a loud moan, your orgasm taking over your mind, as Shota gives one last thrust and groans into your mouth in one last open-mouthed sloppy kiss as he cums. He stays on top of you for a moment, lazily making out with you, before he slowly pulls out and flops onto his back next to you.

As you both lay there panting and coming down from your highs you close your eyes. Shota slowly gets up, tying off the condom and heading to the bathroom to throw it away and clean himself up.

The post-orgasm clarity hits you and the feeling of disappointment fills you as you sit up. You let out a heavy sigh as you rub your hands over your still flushed face and swing your legs over the side of the bed. Your eyes scan the floor for your clothes, more negative and heavy emotions stacking themselves on top of the disappointment. Collecting your clothes from off of the floor, you start to get dressed.

“What are you doing?” Shota asks from the doorway of the bathroom, startling you a bit.

You don’t turn around to face him because you know that his face is either it’s usual tired disinterest or it’s occasional tired confusion.

“I’m getting dressed.” You state, attempting to make your tone blank and void of emotion.

“That much was obvious, (Y/N). Why are you getting dressed?” He says, his tone slightly more irritated than normal.

“This was a mistake, Shota.” You bite out, already feeling the sting of tears in your eyes.

You feel the bed dip behind you and hear Shota let out an exasperated breath as he sits down heavily.

“You said that the last three times we.. did this. I don’t understand what the problem i-”

“The problem is that we are stuck in this horrible on and off situation, Shota. I.. I can’t do it anymore..” You say, cutting him off and trying so desperately to keep your tone controlled and even.

“The only reason we’re ‘on and off’ is because you thought that being with a Pro Hero who also teaches full-time would be a walk in the fucking park, (Y/N).” Shota angrily spits, both of you still sitting with your backs facing each other.

A bitter rage floods your body and you lose the will to hold back any longer, “I never thought that, Shota! I knew it would be difficult but I was ready to put in the effort required to make it fucking work! I poured so much effort int-”

“I did, t-” Shota’s raised voice cut you off but you only let him get those couple of words out before doing the same.

“In the beginning you did, yes! But where did it go, Shota?!” You yell, turning around to face him.

“(Y/N)..” He growls out but you don’t let him get any further, once again, as everything that you’ve been trying to bury bubbles out of you.

“It’s been a year since our last date! A fucking year! All we do anymore is sleep, fuck, and go to work! I can barely remember the last meal we shared together! I fucking understood what it was that I had signed up for but it got to a point where I didn’t even feel like we were in a relationship anymore!” You continue yelling, your whole body heated from anger and tears streaming down your face.

“Y- you’re.. You’re worse than nicotine, Shota! I keep telling myself ‘one more hit and then we’re through’ but I can’t fucking stay away from you! It’s like I can constantly taste you on my lips and I can’t get rid of you! Every single day, whether I’m with or without you, fucking hurts!” Your yells crumble into choked sobs and you bury your face into your hands.

Shota is standing across from you, the bed between you both, just staring at you in silence. His eyes are the slightest bit shiny, his face is scrunched up as if he is in pain, and it’s the most emotion that you’ve seen on his face in a year. His mouth opens and closes a few times but no words come out. You compose yourself enough to look up at him with a heated glare.

“Did you even love me back the same way I loved you, Shota?” You ask bitterly. You’re met with more silence and nod your head with a dry, humorless chuckle.

“We’re done for real this time, Aizawa. Don’t fucking call me again.” You spit out as you gather the rest of your stuff and make your way out of his apartment.

You sit in your car for a few minutes screaming and choking on hard sobs over the pain of your heart shattering. “This was the last fucking time!! I fucking swear it!!”  You scream at your steering wheel, praying to any and every higher power that may be out there to give you the strength to resist getting one more fucking hit.

Note ~ Someone please tell me that I am not the only one who will actively seek out angst, sometimes.. Is it healthy? Probably not. Will I continue to look for or write angst? Yes. Anyways, thank you all so much for the love! My amazing Lovelies, I love and appreciate all of you! <3

Taking Over Me | Aizawa Shota x Reader

Part One | Part Two | Part Three |

Summary ~ You have been doing this job for a very long time. Maybe since the dawn of time, but who knows? In all of that time, you never had a doubt or question about the way things were. That is, until now.. because you’re pretty sure that Protectors aren’t supposed to fall in love with those that they’re protecting.

Tags/Warnings ~ Fem!Guardian Angel!Reader, canon typical violence, character injury, angst, hurt, comfort, fluff, medium-slow burn because Shota is bad at feelings, more tags to come as the story develops..

Note ~ Hey, Lovelies! This is something that I've been working on for awhile, and am excited to share with you all! The idea was actually derived from a concept I had for an Original Story that I had started writing a long time ago! There's just something about characters falling in love with ethereal beings and vice versa that I love so much, lol! Anyway, enough of my rambles, enjoy the read, My Lovelies!

Your kind has many names amongst the humans; Protector, Keeper, Champion, Lifesaver, Watcher, Divine Messenger, Guardian Angel, Guardian Spirit, and so on. In the many millennia you’ve existed, you’ve never had a preferred title, just settled on the most accurate term; Protector. Label or not, you simply exist and you have one job. Something that you instinctively and unconsciously perform, no matter who you’re paired with. Your only job is to steer someone away from life-threatening danger. However, it is up to the person to either acknowledge your signs or ignore them.

You’ve never questioned why you exist, why you’ve been given your role, or who was in charge of all of this. You don’t even remember how you came to exist if you were being honest. But from time to time, you do think about some peculiarities you’ve encountered over the thousands of years you’ve been doing this. One of the peculiarities you find to be more.. odd, for lack of a better word, is that of the billions of souls swimming around out there in the universe you’ve experienced repeated pairings with one of them. Though, once again, you don’t ask questions, you just do your job.

Over the last 500 years, you’ve watched over just under a hundred different souls, and that number has only been so low because you keep getting paired with one soul in particular. He’s had a different name each lifetime that he’s lived through, and his appearance changes with each new life. But you can always recognize his soul; the colors of it, the shape of it, the feelings ebbing from it, and.. the way it pulls at yours unlike any other soul has. In this new life, he has dark hair, dark eyes, and pale skin, and goes by the name Shota Aizawa.

The world that he has been born into this time intrigues you. It seems as though most humans, including Shota, are born with powers of all kinds. It fascinates and challenges you in the sense that these “Quirk-powered” humans will make your job of protecting Shota a bit harder. But despite being paired with his soul again and the impending challenge, you silently vow to do your job as best you can. Shota certainly doesn’t make things easier for you when he decides to attend a high school that helps the youth to become Heroes. You stay by his side, though, unseen to the human eye as you watch him work to become a Hero.

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Let it be said that while your sole purpose is to protect those you’re paired with doesn’t mean that you are some unfeeling being. Countless times have you wished so desperately that you could provide comfort to the humans you protect. Moments when they’re overwhelmed, devastated, or grief-stricken, and all you can do is watch them break apart emotionally. Sometimes, most times, it feels like their pain is your pain. Unfortunately, now is one of those times…

You’re standing beside Shota as he looks down at a pile of rubble that has crushed one of his friends. He’s clutching his bleeding arm with a devastated and traumatized look on his face. As if by reflex, you reach out to put a hand on his shoulder, but your hand phases right through him. You whisper an apology to him even though he can’t hear it, and look at the being across from you. The ethereal glow of their body flickers and dims sporadically as they gaze down at the rubble. It’s hard for you to see the look of deep sadness and guilt on a fellow Protector’s face, especially one you’ve come to know fairly well. They look up at you and the disappointment they feel in themselves is practically palpable.

“You did well… His will to save those children just happened to be stronger than his will to pay attention to your signs… You did all that you could…” You say to them in reassurance, the ethereal echo of your voice holding a certainty to it.

“Thank you…” They say before vanishing into thin air, likely pulled to the next soul they’ll be protecting.

You look back to Shota and wish that he didn’t have to experience such pain so early on in his life. A heavy feeling weighs over you as you follow him to the ambulance that he’s being led to by paramedics. You give silent nods of acknowledgment to other Protectors when you cross their paths. You try your best to offer reassurance to dejected-looking Protectors whenever you notice them lingering. When the day is over, and Shota is curled up on a bed trying to deal with his emotions, you almost dread what the future may hold for this lifetime.

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Years pass by, and you watch Shota shape into an amazing Hero and person. You feel some relief when Shota accepts a teaching position at the same school he graduated from. You hope that maybe he would mostly stay out of trouble being a teacher versus being a Hero full-time. It wouldn’t be a lie to say that this lifetime has been really making you put in the work toward keeping Shota safe.

School year after school year, you watch Shota intimidate his students and make drastic decisions geared toward helping them realize the path they’ve chosen to pursue. It can be said that his methods are harsh, but you know that he is just trying to help them understand the realities of becoming a Hero. Oftentimes, you think back to the day he lost his friend, and it feels as though you are the only one to see his reasoning.

The day you walk into the classroom for Class 1-A behind Shota, you are interested in what he has planned for this new group of students. The year prior he expelled his entire class, which had even thrown you off a bit. As he gives his introduction, you scan the small sea of students and their Protectors. Most of the Protectors appear neutral, almost laid back for the moment, but a few catch your attention.

The Protector standing near a boy with a scar on his face seems to be wilted, their helplessness almost making their ethereal glow dim to nothing. The Protector to the left of a boy with green hair appears to be harshly glaring at the blonde boy in front of the green-haired child. Meanwhile, the spiky-haired blonde boy’s Protector seems to be exhausted, and from the aura the boy gives off, you wonder if the exhaustion is from protecting him or just observing him. Lastly, the Protector standing near the blonde boy seated closest to the door is rather.. shifty, like they’re nervous. Their gaze keeps darting around the room to look at the other Protectors, then back down to the boy they are paired with.

You understand that as children, none of the students really pose any threat to Shota, but you find that it’s still best to be on higher alert if a human’s Protector is acting strangely. Especially in this lifetime and with all of the many Quirks you’ve seen from being by Shota’s side. You’d much rather err on the side of caution than ignore a potential threat.

By the end of the first day, you’re quite surprised that Shota only expelled one student this year. The short boy seemed quite upset when he learned of his expulsion, but his Protector seemed to have slumped with relief. It made you wonder just what that Protector had observed of the boy throughout his life. Regardless, seeing the posture of the Protectors near each of the female students ease at the news of the boy’s expulsion was enough for you to agree with Shota’s decision.

The second day doesn’t go as smoothly as you or Shota had hoped. Shota wasn’t in any danger, thankfully, he just slept peacefully in the teacher’s lounge while a Hero called All Might took over the class. When Shota was awoken by his phone ringing, it was Recovery Girl informing him that one of his students was very injured during the battle training All Might was supervising. You could practically feel Shota’s worry and anger as you followed behind him as he made his way to the infirmary.

After watching Shota give All Might a stern talking-to for letting the students go that far during training, you followed him back to his classroom. You listened idly by as he announced that he would be taking the class on a trip to a facility called the USJ in a couple of days. Most of the students cheered and voiced their excitement over going on a field trip, but Shota was quick to quiet them. He made it clear to the class that it wasn’t going to be a leisurely trip, but another means of Hero training. With most of the class deflated down into more of a serious state, he dismissed them for the day.

~~~~~~~~~~

The day of the trip arrives without much fanfare, and you stay dutifully by Shota’s side as he leans back against the seat of the bus and naps. Vehicles such as buses were always an interesting environment to be in as a Protector. Looking over your shoulder at the rows of seated students, you see each of their Protectors lining the middle aisle. While your kind doesn’t really exist on the same plane of existence as humans, your ethereal bodies are comparable to what humans call ghosts, you still prefer not to be phasing in and out of a human body.

As the bus slows to a stop, Shota awakens and stands to face the class. He tells them to be on their best behavior and to focus on learning all that they can today. You make your way off of the bus with Shota leading the way and his students following behind. You and Shota walk up to the doors of the USJ, joining up with another Hero dressed in a spacesuit.

The spacesuit Hero, Thirteen, cheerfully greets the students and then begins explaining the purpose of the USJ. They get serious while explaining that there are a lot of dangerous Quirks out in the world that have the potential to be deadly before showing and explaining their own Quirk. Your gaze sweeps over the students, and you find that most of their Protectors are absentmindedly nodding and checking to see if their humans understand the warning being given.

Soon enough, Thirteen pushes the doors to the USJ open, leading Shota and his students into the facility. The students audibly marvel at the inside of the USJ and its different disaster zones. Thirteen gets into explaining what the different zones are and the unique difficulties that come with each zone. When they finish, they look to Shota and he nods at them before beginning to tell the students who would be in which zone. Shota gets interrupted by a red-haired student, their Protector pointing to something behind you and Shota. When you turn around to see what the Protector is pointing at, your intuition and protective instincts flare to max levels.

A massive portal has opened up down in the center plaza of the USJ and sketchy-looking humans have begun pouring out. You hear Shota identify them as villains and you gear yourself up for the fighting he will inevitably engage in. As expected, Shota yells for the students to stay with Thirteen and rushes into battle. You follow closely behind him, confident in his fighting abilities and quick reflexes.. But, you know that even if he isn’t aware of your existence or the parameters of your job, he does rely on you to watch his back.

Being a Hero’s Protector is no easy feat since villains have their own Protectors. Your kind have a job to do, no matter the human you are paired with. A villain’s Protector will protect them just as fiercely as a Hero’s. That said, since being Shota’s Protector in this lifetime, you’ve worked harder to become faster at alerting Shota to danger. More often than not, you can get Shota’s attention and help him to strike before a villain’s Protector can warn them.

As Shota is taking down villain after villain, you take a brief moment to look toward three unmoving villains. The one with multiple severed hands clutching his body scratches at his neck wildly as his Protector stands near him. You notice something strange about the other two near the Hand Villain, though.. While they both seem to be alive, neither of them has a Protector within sight. It’s unusual for your kind to stray very far from the human they are paired with, so not seeing a Protector right next to either villain is very abnormal.

In your momentary distraction, Shota takes down two more thugs and is rushed by the Hand Villain. Disappointment, in yourself, floods you as you watch Shota blink and his Quirk deactivate. The Hand Villain monologues as the spot where his hand is on Shota’s elbow begins to crack and flake away until the muscle underneath is showing. Shota reactivates his Quirk and breaks away from the Hand Villain, but his groans of pain echo in your mind. Berating yourself for being so careless, you stick closer to his side as more low-level thugs surround him.

The Hand Villain continues his annoying chatter as Shota, tired and worn out as he is, fights off the thugs using his good arm. His elbow looks bad, and you feel like you’ve failed him. You work harder to give him every sign and warning possible to take down the thugs relentlessly rushing him. Difficult as it is with one arm, Shota succeeds and turns to face the Hand Villain, putting you both back to back. Horror fills you along with the urgent and intense need to warn Shota, but with the state he’s in, he misses sign after sign that you send his way. He doesn’t notice the hulking beast behind him until the Hand Villain says something.

Despair like nothing you’ve ever felt before fills you as you watch the monstrous creature beat Shota down like he’s nothing but a small bug under someone’s boot. You scream, but the echoing ethereal sound only catches the attention of other Protectors around you. You flinch every time you hear the snapping of bone and cry of pain. The ethereal glow of your body dims from the feeling of failure filling you, and when the merciless creature slams Shota’s face into the ground you think only one thought…

‘Shota is going to die today…’

Falling to your knees next to Shota, you’re gaze is too focused on the growing puddle of blood on the ground to realize that the monster leaves Shota to defend the Hand Villain. Apologies spill from your lips over and over again as you continue looking at his limp and broken form. You can feel that he is dying and for some reason, it causes you immense pain. It’s a pain unlike anything you’ve ever felt before with any other soul, or during any of his other lifetimes. Everything else going on near or around you becomes irrelevant as you place a hand on Shota’s head, your touch light enough to not phase through him.

You startle when you feel the touch of a hand on each of your shoulders and looking up, you find a Protector on either side of you. You also notice that three of Shota’s students, the green-haired boy, the girl with the frog Quirk, and the boy with the tape Quirk, are carefully lifting him. The three students’ Protectors help you up off of your knees and walk with you when the students start moving toward the entrance of the USJ.

“Fret not, he may still have a chance…”

“You did all that you could…”

“His will was to protect those students, and you helped him achieve that…”

The echoing ethereal tones of the three Protectors walking with you fill your ears, but you find it difficult to take comfort in their words. Words that you’ve said to so many others before. Words that you’ve found comfort within before when you were feeling far less pain than you are right now. You can’t find it in yourself to respond to the other Protectors, so you just continue to walk in solemn silence.

At some point, the green-haired boy and his Protector break away to head back to the fight, leaving the other two students to carry Shota to the entrance. When they finally get up the steps and rejoin the small group of other students, they carefully lay Shota’s body down next to Thirteen who also seems to be injured greatly. You gaze down at Shota numbly, unable to comprehend why you feel so.. broken.

“What the hell is going on..?”

You startle as a sudden presence from beside you speaks. Recognizing the voice, your head whips to the side in complete shock. Standing there right next to you is Shota, looking far more translucent than he usually does. You just stare at him in shock and disbelief, your mouth agape and eyes blinking owlishly.

“Who the hell are you? Is this some kind of Quirk? Are you one of the villains?” Shota asks, his tone is demanding and quite confused, not that you blame him.

“Y-you.. you can see me?…” You ask, disbelief and confusion coloring your ethereal voice. Now, at this moment, in this lifetime, you have so many questions as you also wonder what the hell is going on.

“Uhm.. yeah. I can see you.” Shota says with uncharacteristic uncertainty. Apparently deeming you non-threatening, his posture deflates into resignation as his gaze sweeps across his students, “So.. are you here to take me wherever it is dead people go?”

Sadness creeps back into you and you look back down at his broken body, shaking your head, “No, I.. I only protect… Escorting the dead is not part of the job…”

“Protect?” Shota questions quietly as he looks back at you. “What, like a.. Guardian Angel?” The skeptical tone in Shota’s voice makes the corners of your mouth tick up ever so slightly because even though he is quite literally dying, of course, he is trying to be rational right now.

You meet his eyes with a slightly amused look in yours, “You humans have many names for my kind, ‘Guardian Angel’ is one of them… Many are like me; uncaring of what we are called, just here to do our job…”

Shota still looks skeptical, but he nods his head, “Does this normally happen when a person dies? We get to meet our.. Guardian Angels before we move onto whatever afterlife is out there?”

You shake your head and look back down at his body, “This has never happened to me before… We are not meant to be seen by humans, dead or alive.. and technically, you are not dead… Your body is struggling, but you are still alive…”

You pause for a moment as the weight of your failure falls back over your shoulders, almost tenfold. You speak again before Shota has the chance, your tone heavy with sadness, “I am so sorry, Shota… I should have done more to keep you safe… It is my fault that you are in this position… I failed you…”

Silence hangs between you both as you watch paramedics move Shota’s body onto a stretcher. They spend a few moments wrapping his injuries with makeshift bandages and attaching various equipment to him. When they begin moving him to an ambulance, you step forward to follow but are stopped when you feel a warm hand on your shoulder. It’s different than the cold feeling of another Protector’s touch and stops you in your tracks. You turn slightly, your wide eyes meeting Shota’s uncharacteristically soft ones.

“You.. I’d like to think that you did your best to protect me, and whatever happens to me.. just know that I don’t blame you.” Shota’s gentle tone catches you off guard and also strikes something deep within you. The most you can muster is a shaky nod before you both begin to head for the ambulance his body was taken to.

Divider Credit ~ @cafekitsune

Taking Over Me | Aizawa Shota x Reader

Part One | Part Two | Part Three |

Tags/Warnings ~ Fem!Guardian Angel!Reader, canon typical violence, character injury, angst, hurt, comfort, fluff, medium-slow burn because Shota is bad at feelings, more tags to come as the story develops..

Note ~ Hi, Lovelies! Here's the next part of the story, I hope that you all enjoy! And if y'all could, please send some motivational vibes my way because I am sorely lacking! Anyway, I love and appreciate you all, My Lovelies! <3

You sit at the end of Shota’s hospital bed watching him sleep. It wasn’t long after arriving at the hospital that his translucent figure flickered harshly, then vanished. Much to your relief, his ghostly apparition’s disappearance only meant that his soul firmly planted itself back into his body. But sitting cross-legged at his feet, your eyes tracing the bandages covering his face, you still feel such a strong sense of failure. Along with the failure is a new, unfamiliar feeling.. loneliness.

The day passed with Shota stuck in a deep, medication-induced slumber. Doctors and nurses came in and out of the room to check on him. At one point, Hizashi came by to sit at Shota’s bedside and quietly cry for a bit. You had spoken some with his Protector, the being feeling it necessary to commend you on all of your efforts to keep Shota safe during the attack. Despite your feelings on the matter, you thanked the other Protector for their kind words. When Hizashi was told that he had to leave for the night, his Protector bid you farewell and you nodded your head to them as they left.

The hours tick by slower than you’ve ever felt before, but soon enough light from the full moon outside casts a wondrous glow in the room. You marvel at it as you sometimes do since beings such as yourself don’t require sleep. After a while, the feeling of being watched pulls your attention from the window. You look first toward the door, wondering if a nurse and their Protector had somehow sneaked into the room. Seeing no other being, you slowly turn your gaze to Shota’s face, eyes widening as they meet his partially opened ones.

“Do you sit at my feet like a cat every night?” He asks, his voice barely above a whisper as he continues looking at you with lidded eyes. A cross between a scoff and a bewildered laugh leaves your mouth. You choose to ignore your confusion, obviously something about this lifetime is different, even if you don’t know what or why.

“I do not… Oftentimes, I stand at a window and observe the night… I can move if you are uncomfortable with my current position…” You offer, already preparing to stand.

“No… The static feeling of your presence is.. nice.” He whispers as his eyes slip shut, his breathing deepening to the usual cadence it takes when he’s asleep.

‘He.. he can feel my presence..?’ You ask yourself as you sit in silent shock. You shift back into your original position and wish that there was someone or some other being you could hurl all of your questions at.

~~~~~~~~~~

Both you and Hizashi’s Protector stand near the window as the two humans talk. Hizashi had arrived earlier this morning just before Shota woke up, so you didn’t have the chance to test if he could truly still see and talk to you. You now find the test unnecessary with Shota’s eyes occasionally drifting in your direction every now and then. By the nth time Shota’s dark eyes meet yours, you’ve had enough of your fellow Protector’s questioning looks.

“I am just as confused as you are…” You tell them, pulling your eyes from Shota’s to look at the Protector you’ve known for a good fifteen years by now.

“So, he can see you…” Akari states rather than asks, and you nod your head.

“When he.. when he was dying yesterday.. his soul separated from his body and we were able to talk to one another… I do not understand why.. and when he was brought here, and his soul re-bound itself to his body, he was still able to see and talk to me… The whole situation has left me truly.. puzzled…” You explain, finding it a struggle to get the words “he was dying” out of your mouth. The guilt and shame that you’ve had to repeatedly shove down worming their way back to the surface along with your confusion.

“That is quite peculiar… Is.. is this your first pairing with his soul?…” Akari’s hesitant question catches you off guard, and you look at them with a stunned expression.

“N-no, but.. have you had repeats as well?…” You whisper, desperate to know if this sort of thing has happened to any other Protector. It’s Akari’s turn to look stunned, and a look of relief washes over their features.

They cast a glance over at Hizashi before looking back to you with a small smile, “Only with Hizashi’s soul… This is my third lifetime as his Protector…”

Akari’s admission draws a gasp from your mouth, and you can’t help but feel relieved that another one of your kind knows some of what you’re going through. Feeling Shota’s eyes on you, you turn to meet his questioning gaze. You shake your head slightly, silently telling him that you’ll talk with him later. He stares at you for another moment before looking back toward Hizashi.

“This is my fourth lifetime as Shota’s Protector… I was beginning to think I was the only one experiencing this.. and I never felt the need to ask any other Protector about it… I simply figured that it was just part of the job…” Akari nods their head in relation to your words and casts another glance at Hizashi.

“What do you think is the reasoning for it?…” They quietly ask, as if voicing their question any louder would make everything fall away and send them off to another pairing.

Your own gaze wanders to Shota, a small smile pulling at your lips at his feigned annoyance over whatever Hizashi said, “I am not quite sure.. but whatever the reason may be.. I am just happy to be Shota’s Protector…”

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It’s early evening when Hizashi takes his leave, promising to come back tomorrow morning to pick up Shota when he’s discharged. You gaze out the window as a nurse comes into Shota’s room and feeds him dinner. With his arms in casts, the nurse has to actually feed him and now that he can see you, you figure that you won’t hurt his dignity more by watching him be fed. It’s only when you hear the door close behind the nurse that you make your way back to his bedside.

Shota eyes you for a moment before carefully leaning his head back on the pillow and closing his eyes with a tired sigh, “You can sit down if you’d like.”

Wordlessly, you accept the invitation and sit cross-legged on the spot where he had made space for you at the end of his bed. Absentmindedly, your eyes trace the paths of his bandages like you’ve done a hundred times over since he’s been in the hospital. Sensing your eyes on him, Shota opens his and studies you for a moment or two.

“Stop it.” He demands in a firm yet gentle tone, and your gaze pulls from his bandages to meet his stern one.

“What?…” You question, slightly confused, and he lets out another sigh.

“Stop beating yourself up.” He clarifies before continuing, “You did more than enough to protect me back at the USJ. I put myself in this bed. Not you. Me.”

Biting your lip, you search Shota’s eyes for the blame you feel you deserve, but all you find is the firm resolve that was in his tone, “If.. if you insist…” You relent quietly, a bit of doubt still laced in your tone. Taking what he can get, Shota lets the matter go for now and chooses to move the conversation along.

“Earlier, when Hizashi was here, I assume you were talking to his..” Shota pauses to think about what to call you and your kind.

“The term ‘Protector’ works just fine, Shota… Most of us refer to each other as such, anyway…” You provide with a small smile, appreciating his effort to call your kind by the “correct” name.

“Okay, then.. You were talking to his Protector? I couldn’t see or hear them like I can with you, but I figured you weren’t just talking to yourself.” Shota’s voice holds the same tired, stoic tone you’ve come to know over the last thirty years, but you can see the curiosity in his eyes.

“And, if I was talking to myself?… What then, human?…” You tease with a playful smile, and you can tell by the small, amused huff that Shota lets through his nose that he’s hiding a small smirk underneath his bandages.

“Then I would assume that we both have brain damage,” he jokes, albeit dryly, but you’ve always found humor in his brand of comedy.

Your giggle gives an ethereal echo and you shake your head at him, “Their name is Akari… I suppose they could be considered a friend… At the very least, they are somewhat of a coworker to me by human standards… I have interacted with them quite a bit since you became friends with Hizashi… They informed me earlier today that they seem to be in almost the same situation as I…”

Shota gives a slightly surprised and intrigued look before an almost dismayed sigh leaves his mouth, “I can’t believe I haven’t thought to ask until now… What’s your name?”

A small, amused laugh passes through your lips, “Considering that you were not even supposed to know of my existence, it is quite alright… Most of us do not have names and some will choose a different name for themselves with every new pairing… The name I have chosen for myself is Y/N…” You inform him before giving your name with a warm smile on your face.

Shota repeats your name quietly to himself as if testing it on his tongue, and something about hearing him say it makes you feel warm inside. Your mind doesn’t have time to question the feeling when he speaks again, “So, what is this ‘situation’ that you mentioned?”

You find yourself hesitating for a moment, trying to figure out how to explain the whole thing to a man who lives almost religiously by logic and rationality. You suppose that since he took to finding out about your existence so well maybe your next words won’t sound completely.. insane.

“Let us start with how long I have been protecting souls…” You begin gently, hoping that he can manage to put aside whatever his beliefs or disbeliefs are about concepts beyond the human plane of existence.

Once you’ve finished explaining your entire confusing and strange situation, a long silence follows. The look in Shota’s eyes is hard for you to read as he stares down at his lap, so you’re not sure what he could possibly be thinking. Feeling like you’ve finally pushed him over the edge of thinking he has truly lost it, you silently stand and move toward the window. You watch the sun slowly dip below the horizon as the silence continues. You hear movement behind you and your intuition spikes causing you to whip around to see Shota slowly standing up from the bed.

“What are you doing?… You should be resting still, Shota…” Your confused and concerned words do nothing to stop Shota from shuffling his way to your side. When he gets to the window sill, he leans lightly against the wall and gazes outside for a few moments before looking at you.

“Let me get the facts straight,” he starts, quietly. “You’ve been protecting people for thousands of years, without the need for reason. In all that time, you never protected the same person more than once until me. You also believed that you were the only one experiencing this until your talk with Hizashi’s Protector. Even so, you still don’t know why this is happening. Does that about sum everything up?”

‘He doesn’t sound like someone who believes they should be locked in the psych ward…’ You think with a hesitant smile before speaking, “I believe so… Listen, Shota.. I know how all of this may sound to a human… You are probably still wrapping your head around my very existence and being able to see me… But I.. I feel just as confused and disbelieving as you do…” Your smile falls as you speak, your expression and tone something of uncertainty as you turn to gaze back out the window.

Shota sighs as he steps away from the wall and comes to stand right up against your ethereally glowing body, your shoulder phasing slightly through his as he follows your gaze out the window, “It is a lot to try to understand, but living in a world where humans are born with superpowers.. it wouldn’t be too far of a stretch to believe in other forces at work out there in the universe.”

You turn your head to look at him in shock before a small huff of a laugh slips past your lips, “I have gotten to know your soul pretty well over the last five hundred years, Shota.. gotten to know that no matter the lifetime, who you are does not change like your name or appearance does… So, I am surprised that you are being so open-minded about this… You never were one for ideals like religion or higher powers or unseen beings… So, where has the real Shota gone?…”

Shota lets out a small, quiet chuckle at your slightly teasing tone, and turns his head slightly to meet your eyes, “I’m actually pretty open-minded when it comes to a lot of subjects. I just find that my time is better well spent focusing on what’s tangible in this world rather than what hasn’t even been proven to exist, that’s all.” He retorts in a tired tone that doesn’t match the teasing glint in his eye.

You playfully roll your eyes with a soft giggle before giving a small shake of your head, “Ah, I see… Well, all teasing aside, our situation may be odd but at least now I can warn you of danger easier… Though, I will try not to be a nuisance…”

Shota lets out a quiet huff as he turns to start walking back to the bed, “Don’t worry about being a nuisance. Between being Class 1-A’s teacher and being a Pro, seeing and hearing you will be significantly more helpful in tough situations.” He says as he carefully gets onto the bed, a quiet groan leaving him as he lays back.

You let out a quiet and affirmative hum as you follow behind him, then take a seat at the end of the bed by his feet when he makes space for you. You watch as he gets as comfortable as anyone could get with injuries like his when his eyes meet yours. You silently question the embarrassed scowl he’s shooting you until the realization hits you. You mumble an apology before quickly shifting your gaze to the window. Among the many little habits you’ll have to break now that he can see and hear you, just watching him for the sake of observing him is going to be the first.. and the hardest.

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The next day, Hizashi bursts into Shota’s room sputtering apologies for being twenty minutes late picking him up. Shota just brushes him off with a grumble of feigned annoyance while you and Akari giggle quietly to yourselves. A nurse comes in shortly after Hizashi’s arrival, pushing a wheelchair up to the side of Shota’s bed. Shota immediately begins protesting having to be wheeled out to Hizashi’s car, insisting that he can walk just fine.

“I know I said I would not be a nuisance, but listen to the nurse, please Shota…” You say a bit firmly as the timid nurse tries explaining to Shota the hospital’s policies.

With an irritated huff, Shota reluctantly moves from the bed to the wheelchair, grumbling slightly under his breath. You smother a giggle as you take in Hizashi’s shocked expression, the blonde clearing having expected more of a fight from Shota. However, the giggle slips free some when you catch the brief glare thrown your way from Shota as the nurse pushes him out of the room.

Hizashi stopped by UA so that Shota could talk to Nezu and go by Recovery Girl’s office. Despite the insistence from Nezu, Hizashi, and yourself to take off a few more days, Shota firmly stated that he would be returning to work the next day when classes resumed. During the walk to the infirmary, you couldn’t help the displeased feeling that had settled over you from Shota’s stubbornness. As a Protector, it’s normal to disagree with decisions that could impact the well-being of the human one is paired with, but this felt like.. more than that. Sighing to yourself, you choose to not overthink your feelings so as to not add more confusion to your already puzzling situation.

You and Akari stood by the window of the patient room while Recovery Girl examined Shota’s injuries. Luckily, she determined it safe enough to use her Quirk on Shota, even if it didn’t heal Shota as much as he may have wanted it to. By the time it was said and done, he was still bandaged up like a mummy, but at least his casts were able to be redone so that he could use his fingers. As you and Akari silently followed your humans to Hizashi’s car, you still hadn’t been able to shake your displeasure.

Finally getting back to Shota’s apartment, you stood behind him as he deflected every one of Hizashi’s attempts to stay and help. A bit dejectedly, Hizashi bid Shota goodbye, while you just silently nodded at Akari, still mostly lost in your thoughts. Once Shota shut the door with a tired sigh, you wordlessly made your way to the dining room window. It’s one of your favorite spots in the apartment with its view overlooking the city.

“Are you going to be silent and brooding for the rest of the day?” Shota asks, his tone is tired and slightly irritated as you hear his socked feet shuffle toward the kitchen. You feel a mixture of emotions as you tamper down a spike of irritation, your confusion over your situation only increasing.

“You should eat, then get some more rest since you insist on returning to work tomorrow…” You say in an even tone as you continue gazing out the window. You realize that your wording most likely comes across as petty, and maybe you want it to since he ignored you back in Nezu’s office. You hear Shota open the refrigerator and let out an irritated sigh, rummaging around for a moment before letting the door close a bit harder than necessary. You turn around to face him at the sound of condiments and jars inside the refrigerator knocking around.

“My students need to see that I’m okay. What they went through was terrifying, even for Pros like myself. None of them deserved to experience a villain attack like that before their careers have even started to begin. It’s my responsibility to be their face of strength-” Shota angrily defends his decision, most likely easily riled up from pain and exhaustion, but it only serves to irritate you more and cut him off.

“I understand that, but it is my responsibility to make sure no harm comes to you, even if the threat to your well-being comes from you… You need more time to recover, Shota… You are not ready to return to work in your condi-” You say firmly trying to maintain an aura of calm until he cuts you off.

“But in the end, it’s my decision! Your job is to silently protect me when it is necessary. I’ve made it through the last thirty years of decision-making based on my own judgment just fine, Y/N. Me being able to see and hear you now doesn’t change that.” Shota snaps, and you can’t help but feel taken aback and.. hurt. There are a couple moments of tense silence broken only by the sound of Shota taking a few deep breaths.

Your mind is once again reeling from how deeply you feel your emotions, but outwardly you straighten up and slip into emotionless professionalism, “You are correct… I apologize for overstepping, it will not happen again…” You state before turning back toward the window, ignoring the pain in your chest. You can feel Shota’s eyes on you, but neither of you says anything more, not even when the ethereal glow of your body flickers and dims a bit.

Divider Credit ~ @cafekitsune

The Sweet Tooth & The Baker

This is my first post on here, and it is just a copy & paste from a previous work I did on AO3! I wanna start posting on here, but I'm not sure if I will yet, so this is just to see how it'll go! -- Enjoy!~ --

Aizawa had a sweet tooth, and that's something most didn't know about. He liked cakes, cookies, pies, anything that was sweet, he liked, as long as it wasn't too sweet that is. He also loved you, which you were like a sweet. Sweet enough to give someone cavities. But he didn't become your boyfriend, just because you were sweet. There were so so many reasons.

"Shota!~" You called out to your boyfriend as you walked through his classroom door. Lunch just started, and like usual, Aizawa forgot his lunch, being the kind girl you are, you bought it to him. He grunts in your acknowledgement, not looking up from his papers, but you could see how much more relaxed he got when you entered, the way his shoulders fell, and a quiet sigh escaped his lips.

You set down his lunch, grinning widely. "I made ya somethin'.." You grin wider when Aizawa stops his writing and looks at the bento box you bought him, along with another small container on top.

He opened the container, and like he guessed, some cookies were in there, along with a small cake pop. You, were a pastry chef along with a baker. You went to school for it, worked at a bakery/pastry shop since you do both, and have your own shop, which is how you and him met. He had a sweet-tooth, and you loved baking. So of course, whenever you could, you'd make him something.

"I also got enough for your class and the other teachers if you wanted to share."

Aizawa grunts and stares at you. "Dunno if I wanna share." He muttered, though you could tell by the small smirk on his face, he was only kidding. Aizawa loved to show you off, and if he gave others your cookies, it'll show how he got you, and how no other teacher could, and if the kids piss Aizawa off too much, he can just threaten to take away their cookies. Win win for him.

"There's more cake pops at home!~ Your favorite ones too! Cute little cat ears on them and whiskers." You giggle at the way his face heated from embarrassment, but it wasn't a lie, it was in fact his favorite. The flavor was chefs kiss, and the look was a bonus.

You swear you have to sometimes remind him he can't just eat all your sweets. Of course, he doesn't eat 30 of them at once, but he sometimes forget to eat other foods during the day, so you have to remind him that he can't just have a donuts, or cookie, for his meals.

Although you were a great baker, you weren't as great a good. You could make ramen, and sandwiches.. a grilled cheese? Point is, you couldn't cook, not well, so Aizawa was the cook of the house, you were the baker. He taught you some tricks and you taught him some tricks, and it all works out. He finds it adorable whenever you get flour all over yourself, smiling widely as you hold your sweet of the day.

Or how you look proudly at your display in your shop, looking at the cute designs on some of them. Another perk of dating a baker, is he gets to taste test a lot of the sweets you make before you put them out.

You make desserts, muffins, bread, even chocolate sometimes. Whatever you were in the mood for, you made it. Aizawa is also hoping you'll make the wedding cake. Make it exactly how you like it. Though knowing you, you'll teach him some more tricks and y'all can make it together.

You stay with him for lunch, and then leave. Once the class comes back, they immediately smell the cookies you made and they all feel their mouth water.

Aizawa groans and gives each of them a cookie with a napkin, though, before any of them could dig in, his hair floated and his eyes turned red. "If anyone dare say they taste bad, you'll be expelled." He threatens and they all nodded their heads.

The threat had them scared, though, once they sunk their teeth in, they couldn't help but be in heaven.

"Who made these, Mr. Aizawa?! I needa know!" Toru shouted and Mina agreed loudly.

"None of you-" He stops mid-scentence. "Y/N's Bakery made them. She's a friend and dropped by." Aizawa noted how the students scribbled the name down, even Bakugo did, hell even Tokoyami, but he couldn't blame them. After all, his love was amazing.

You'd get a lot of customers now, and you'd be so happy, and Aizawa couldn't help the small smile that formed over his lips.

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Professional (Shouta Aizawa x reader)

!afabreader x aizawa as a teacher, reprimanding wasn't uncommon for you to practice. you being reprimanded? only allowed by Shouta Aizawa. WARNINGS/TAGS: swearing, NSFW, MDNI, p in v, creampie (don't be silly wrap your willy!), somewhat public sex, sex on a desk, going commando (couldn't be me), no pronouns used, use of sweetheart, light bondage (gagged by a tie), punishment kink A/N: art above by ficel_art on instagram! I saw it on pinterest first but immediately deep dove onto their account. dadzawa was just too hot in this art to not immediately write something for him ( ´ཀ` ) word count: 1,930

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you loved being a teacher at U.A. – but some days, it felt like the little future heroes were actually little devils. it was about the third time that little… twat waffle… named Katsuki Bakugo had interrupted your class just today to bully Izuku Midorya. while your mental nickname for him wasn’t very teacherly, the best you could do was to speak to his homeroom teacher.

after lunch had started, you marched your exhausted ass to Shouta’s classroom. someone needed to knock some sense into that kid, and you were very sure it wasn’t going to be you doing the job. if you tried… well, you’d probably lose your job with the words you’d use. and Bakugo could be even worse in return, you were certain of that.

you didn’t bother to knock at the door as you shoved it open to find Shouta sitting at the desk grading a stack of papers. he glanced up at your loud intrusion, an eyebrow arching up when he saw the look on your face, already knowing that you were ready to unload.

“who was it today?” Shouta hummed as he merely returned his focus to the homework in front of him without missing a beat. you slammed your hands on his desk, earning his full attention on you.

“I’m going to try very hard to speak in a professional manner, so listen up because I’m not repeating myself.” you warned him with a glare sharp enough to cut through steel. Shouta raised an eyebrow, hands up in a silent gesture to proceed. “I know you love your students – and don’t try to lie – but you need to reprimand Bakugo more often. he’s disrupted my class every day this week, and I’m seriously considering putting him on probation from participating in the sports festival.”

Shouta slowly stood, moving around the desk as he processed your words, nodding along. “so, you think he should be punished?” he asked, his voice even.

you nodded firmly. “and I’m asking you to help.”

he gave a small, knowing shrug. “and you’re trying to be professional about it?”

“well, I like to think of myself as a professional most of the time.” you chuckled dryly as you shook your head. in the back of your mind, you couldn’t help but wonder if you were getting close to the point where you might use your quirk on the brat a few times… but that would only happen if you were specifically asked to for training purposes.  

Shouta had made his way to your side by now, standing a few inches from you as he smirked. when you noticed his expression you raised an eyebrow at him. “I don’t know that I’d call you the most professional of teachers.” he told you as he looked down into your eyes.

“what’s that supposed to mean, Shouta?” you dared to ask, still confused as to where he was going with this. “are you going to give me an exhaustive list of the reasons I’m not professional, because it wouldn’t be the first time you have.”

“no, not an exhaustive list today.” he snickered before his hand drifted to grasp at your hips. you jumped slightly at the contact, sucking in a breath when he ruched the hem of your skirt in his fingers.

he’d been watching you since this morning, the black pencil skirt you wore showing off the plush of your ass as you walked down the hallway to attend to the students. his eyes followed you like magnets wherever you went – and he hadn’t been ignorant enough to miss the tiny little detail he was about to bring to your attention.

before he spoke again, he swiftly lifted you to sit on the edge of his desk, causing you to gasp. when he leaned in, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear, he whispered, “for now, let’s start with the fact that you’re not wearing any panties.”

immediately, a smirk crossed your lips. “ah, so you finally noticed?” you murmured, cheeks heating with his breath on your ear.

“I noticed long ago. I’m assuming this was for me?” he asked as his nose nuzzled your neck, making you groan. “you just couldn’t wait until we were home could you, sweetheart?”

“you’re always so tired when you get home, I just wanted you to know what you had to look forward to.” as you explained, you thought back to getting dressed this morning – you’d quickly thrown on your outfit, neglecting your panties while your husband was in the bathroom. Shouta had been none the wiser when he’d come out, simply giving you a morning kiss before the two of you left for work.

“I don’t know, I kind of want it right now.” you pulled back to study his face, seeing them dark with desire as his hands palmed your ass through your skirt. “we have some time while the students are at lunch, what do you say?”

you were reminded every day of how hot your husband was, and now was no exception. “lock the door.” you instructed him, to which he pushed off of you and secured the door. when he returned, he wasted no time in crashing his lips into yours.

“we should still be quick, sweetheart. don’t want any of the students roaming the hallway to hear us.” Shouta whispered between your lips, taking your lower one into his mouth and sucking harshly on it.

“then you’d better be quiet.” you teased, something that you always learned your lesson for doing later. you felt him smirk into the next kiss he gave you as he pushed your skirt up to your waist, cold air hitting your wetting pussy.

he knew how to be fast, and quiet. it was something Shouta learned very quickly within his line of work – but you’d figured out how to make that increasingly more difficult for him to put into practice. your hands all but ripped his belt off before shoving his pants and boxers down, revealing his cock standing at attention.

god, he’d thought about using his lunch time to find a secluded place and jerk off to the thought of you. after noticing your lack of underwear this morning, it was all he could think about, repeatedly having to clear his mind while working. but this was even better, he thought.

you watched in awe as Shouta pulled his tie off, and just as you wondered if he would throw it to the side, he instead pushed the fabric between your teeth and swiftly tied it behind your head. “now, you have to be the one to be quiet.” Shouta taunted as he placed a light kiss on your gagged mouth.

while he lined his tip with your seeping hole, you whimpered against the fabric muffling your words. Shouta was painstakingly slow in pushing inside of you, your walls stretching to accommodate his immense girth as you moaned at the feeling of his veiny cock molding your walls.

when he finally bottomed out, he let out a low groan of pleasure before placing a hand on your chest and pushing you back to lay flat on the desk. “I’m beginning to think your lack of professional is what needs to be punished.” Shouta teased as he leisurely rolled his hips into yours causing your eyes to roll back. “but I guess I’ll have to save your true penalty for tonight, since we need to be quick.”

 you nodded fervently as he began to slam into you, the desk creaking beneath you with every bullying thrust. “please.” your beg came out muffled, but enough for him to understand.

Shouta’s lips covered yours to add an extra layer of quieting your noises, his dick now repeatedly slamming into your walls with a fierce pace. he pulled away for a moment to spit onto your clit before his fingers began to work the sensitive nub. “don’t worry, sweetheart. tonight, you’re going to get a good punishment that I think you and I both will enjoy.” you whimpered at the thought, already knowing your ass would be bruised and sore come tomorrow morning.

“fuck I’ll never – mph – get sick of – hah – this pussy.” Shouta bit out with each smack of his hips into your ass, the noises the two of you were creating become filthier every second. as he brutally circled your clit, pinching it between his fingers, you moaned into the now wet fabric between your teeth. he always had been an expert at getting you close with almost no effort, and you could already feel the knot coiling in your stomach. “so perfect for me sweetheart. such a perfect wife.”

he was a little sad that he needed to be fast, wanting to savor every bit of you, but after looking at the clock Shouta realized that time was almost up. “gonna need you to – hmph – come on my cock now, sweetheart. need you to come before I fill you up.”

with his demand, he slapped a hand down onto your clit harshly, making your back arch off the desk in response. “Shouta!” your husband’s name barely passed your lips before he smacked your clit again, caressing it between each contact until you were coming undone beneath him. “m’ coming!”

Shouta swore under his breath as he watched your body convulse below, your pretty eyes rolling back just as your slick walls clenched around his cock. if he had more time, he’d keep going until you couldn’t walk for a week – but he’d just have to save it for tonight. for now, he allowed his release to barrel over him alongside yours.

his head fell down between your covered tits, the fabric of your shirt doing nothing to hide them as he muffled his own whines of pleasure before he was shooting ropes of cum inside you. he’d buried himself to the hilt to make sure you got every last drop, praying it was deep enough to ensure it stayed trapped inside of you for the rest of the day.

with perfect timing, he started to come down from the high just as the bell rang, echoing in your now almost deaf ears. Shouta slowly pulled out, hissing at the loss of warmth against his cock, before quickly pulling his tie from your lips. he used it to clean himself up before kneeling down to wipe away any mess he’d left between your thighs.

“maybe I should’ve brought a backup pair of panties.” you groaned as you slowly sat up. “now I’m going to have to worry that our unborn children are going to leak down my thighs the rest of the day.”

“you wicked woman, that foul mouth of yours is going to get you in trouble one day.” Shouta smirked as he kissed you softly. you watched as he walked back around his desk and opened a drawer, before he pulled out a pair of your panties. “it’s a good thing I noticed before we left the house and brought these just in case.”

your jaw dropped out as you snatched them from him. “you knew! and you let me think I’d seduced you.” a pout formed on your lips before you slipped the underwear on, praying it was enough to prevent any embarrassment.

Shouta only caressed your head, his lips meeting yours again. “you seduce me without even trying, sweetheart.” you grinned at the words until his hand gently wrapped around your throat. “but don’t forget, you’re still getting reprimanded later.”

you’d never been so excited to get punished.

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