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You were always aware that physical touch wasn’t Shinsou’s preferred way of expressing love. It was something you learned early on in your relationship- the way he would stiffen slightly when someone hugged him unexpectedly or how he never seemed to be the one to initiate contact. You respected that, of course, and because of it, you always tried to hold back.

It wasn’t easy for you. Physical touch was your love language, and there were times when all you wanted was to wrap your arms around him, bury your face into his chest, and hold him close. But you didn’t want to make him uncomfortable, so you refrained from doing so as much as you could.

Yet, despite everything, Shinsou always found a way to reach out to you. It started small- a brush of his fingers against yours, the way his hand would rest on the small of your back when you walked together, or how his knee would press against yours when you sat next to each other. They were subtle gestures, but they meant the world to you because they showed you that he was trying.

One evening, you were curled up on the couch, lost in the pages of a book, when you felt the cushions dip beside you. You glanced up to see Shinsou settling in next to you, his eyes soft with an unreadable emotion. He didn't say anything, but his hand found yours, and he gently pulled you closer until you were leaning against his side.

You hesitated for a moment, searching his face for any sign of discomfort, but all you saw was a quiet acceptance. Slowly, you shifted so that your head rested on his shoulder, your body relaxing against his. Shinsou let out a quiet sigh, his hand moving up to brush a few strands of hair from your face.

"I know you like this," he murmured, his voice low and steady. "And... I do too."

Your heart swelled at his words, the warmth of his touch grounding you in the moment. It was rare for Shinsou to be so openly affectionate, but when he was, it felt like the most natural thing in the world. You shifted slightly, your arms wrapping around his waist as you buried your face in the crook of his neck, breathing in his familiar scent.

"I'm glad," you whispered, your voice muffled against his skin. "I don't want to make you uncomfortable."

"You never do," Shinsou replied, his hand finding its way to the small of your back, holding you just a little closer. "It’s just... new for me. But I want to be better at this- for you."

Tears prickled at the corners of your eyes, and you pressed a soft kiss to his collarbone in gratitude. It wasn't just that he was willing to step out of his comfort zone for you- it was the fact that he found comfort in your touch, in your presence.

In the silence that followed, you let yourself relax completely, feeling the steady rise and fall of Shinsou’s chest beneath you. His fingers traced lazy patterns along your spine, and you couldn’t help but smile at the tenderness of his actions.

You knew he wasn’t naturally inclined to be this physically affectionate, but that made his efforts all the more meaningful. And as you lay there in his arms, you realized that this was more than enough. Shinsou might not have been the most touchy person, but he was yours, and he was trying- trying because he loved you.

And that was more than enough.

a/n shinsou has my heart<3

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shinso is such a sandwich guy.

like the man is rarely seen without a turkey sandwich in his hands or protruding through his right cheek. Your words go over his head when you talk to him while he's constructing one together, either responding by saying "that's nice, baby" or plainly nodding his head.

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

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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."

Uuuh i like shinso so i drew him with my oc

Nothing suspicious to see here.

The art is pretty old, but i like it! Mermaid, merman? A siren, perhaps?

And my oc Yoru as a mermaid, hehe

Yoru with Shinso, again, old artwork, but it's cute!

(still want to brush his hair to this day, ehaha)

Uuuh i had to translate everything, you're welcome.

This is the kind of shenanigans they are up to, usually, whehehe.

(joke about evelynn from lol, whe.)

With all of the old art out of the way, here is the most recent thing! I love them so much omg help me

Shinso with procrastinating s/o

(AKA me---)

My man just fucjking raises an eyebrow at you out of all the things he could do

his whole aura just screams "I Told You So"

Bitch.

(Lmaoo yeahha this is just a joke lmao,, i'll post a proper one in the near future. For now have this judgemental boyo. ((Guystilllovesyouthohahaha-))

It's Shinsou loving hours bois

A/n: Have these hcs I made at crackhead hours.

Pic ain't mine. ((This is kind of a sequel to the procrastinating s/o thing.))

It's fucking illegal for someone to look this adorable honestly

You think he has the right to look cute??? While he crochets matching cat styled sweaters??? Unbelievable.

This boy had no right, no special access to attack you like this. Not when you have a butt-ton of homework to do

Teachers really be like that when all you wanna do is hug yo bf till he drowns ;((

I love him so fucking much you don't even know,,,, anyway

You're creepin around the corner, peering at him from behind the wall like the dork that you are.

You literally slid down to the floor from the sheer amount of love that was rudely shoved down your throat

(un)luckily, Koda just happened to trot by you, tail in the air like the little prince that he is 👑

Quickly snatching the poor unsuspecting kitty, you began to ((gently)) squeeze him into a hug

's a good thing he decided to have mercy on the Lovestruck Fool and just kinda purred in content ((it's you, you're the Lovestruck Fool))

Crap you're blushing???? Little squeaks leaving your mouth too

Shit shit shit

"Koda. Koda." You spun the little prince around, giving him an Accusing Look

"You couldn't even give me a warning of some kind?? Why didn't you tell me he's capable of looking this attractive??? Now how the hell am I gonna face him without looking like a tomato???"

You're gently swaying Koda from side to side, just kinda. Whisper shouting at him.

"You know what, I'm not actually sure if I can do this to you, but you seem to be enjoying this thing. Look at you, you're purring up a storm!"

Suddenly, you feel an arm plop on the top of your head, a gravelly voice chiming from behind.

"Yeah, he's like that sometimes. Now, what's this about you looking like a tomato?"

Freezing, you slowly shifted to look at Shinsou Hitoshi himself lazily peering behind the wall you had your back against to

Shit Shit Shit Shit Shit

Can the earth spontaneously open up under you and swallow you whole? You wished it could.