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I love how in every mha fic, Aizawa has cats, ans they have names like 'dumpster' or 'wrath'
it's bloody amazing
i just need everyone to know that i'm thinking about Aizawa and everything he's been through again and i am NOT OKAY.
WE'RE SO CLOSE, CHAT.
TOMORROW IT SHALL BE DONE
y'all think I can make it to 600 pictures of Aizawa in my camera roll
it has been done.
next goal is 1000
y'all think I can make it to 600 pictures of Aizawa in my camera roll
NO FUCKING WAY
AIZAWA IS A RIZZER??
chat, aizawa is so ethereal
(first two art pics by trevoshire)
BIG OR THICK??
I SEE YOU HORIKOSHI.
DON'T THINK THAT SLIPPED PAST ME
Aizawa with an S/O with daddy Issues
Author’s Note: I’m totally comfortable writing this! It’s safe to assume I’ll write anything requested, but I can’t guarantee it will be amazing. I did headcanons for this, mostly cause I don’t think a One-shot would do it justice? Idk, but here it is!
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✤Sadly, this wasn’t anything new to the pro-hero. Something about him seemed to draw in girls (and the occasional guy) who had-deep rooted trauma with a parental figure.
✤With exposure, however, doesn’t lead to capability. He had no idea how to handle it.
✤Here he was, the perfect partner in his arms, and they were sobbing into his shirt. So naturally, his brain went back a decade, How had I comforted my students when they cried?
✤ Oh yes, he remembered. He didn’t, All-might did. Well, that really helps now doesn’t it?
✤So, with no other ideas, he treated his sobbing s/o like a cat, because of course, his dumbass brain tells him that’s what to do.
✤Soft shushing sounds pour from his lips as he intertwines his fingers with their hair, softly racking his nails on their scalp.
✤With his eyes closed, he couldn’t see their face, so he just hoped it was working. Slowly and shakily their breathing evened out, and their crying came to a stop.
✤Aizawa is a mess, he wouldn’t have invited their parents if he knew that they didn’t get along, Why didn’t they tell me?
✤It was a stupid idea to have a family dinner/Christmas party. His S/o had suggested getting closer to his parents, so he naturally assumed that they would want their parents there too. He never thought that she might be reaching for the connection she never had.
✤Of course, when he saw them interact, it was painfully obvious their relationship was painfully strained. Greetings were manageable, mostly due to them staying with his parents instead of their own.
✤Dinner started sooner than anticipated, so Aizawa seated everyone before his S/o went to the kitchen to gather the food. With only them and their father missing from the table, it was easy for everyone else to talk and chatter.
✤Their mother seemed nice enough, she was pleasant and kind, if not a little on edge. Her foundation was thickly layered, and she jumped at any loud noises, but she was easy to talk to and never made you doubt that you were heard.
✤Of course, she knew that her family was missing from the table, and she constantly looked towards the hall waiting for something to happen.
✤As soon as Aizawa heard a voice raising he dismissed himself from the table to fetch his love. He was worried, but he didn’t want to project that on anyone else.
✤”Is everything okay in her Y/n?” he glared at the man who stood dangerously close to his child.
✤”Everything’s fine,” he answered, releasing his grip on Y/n’s shoulder.
✤”Forgive me, but I believe I was talking to Y/n,” he walked closer to the pair and stood behind them. It was hard to be taller than Aizawa, as he stood at six feet, and their father must have been less than an inch shorter, but he was still shorter.
✤”Everything’s fine love, let’s go have diner,” they smiled at Aizawa and grabbed the ham.
✤The mean consisted of lovely chatter between the moms, and snide comments about everything from the father.”
✤”I’m just saying darling, I don’t know how are little Y/n managed to start dating someone as pristine as a pro-hero. Even if he is lesser-known, it’s much more than I expected from our special snowflake, don’t you think Y/n?”
✤”Yes, sir. I’m very lucky to have Shouta,”
✤Perhaps is his s/o’s eyes weren’t glossed over, if they made eye-contact or started a conversation, he would have been slightly proud to have their parent's approval. He would have been if he didn’t instantly know how this man ran his household.
✤It ended long after it should have, and Y/n had managed to keep themselves together until the last farewell was said. Then everything came crashing down.
✤Short gasps of explanation were muttered, how he never showed up to anything she invited him to. How he never approved of anything. How he only spoke to her in mocking tones and back-handed comments.
✤It tore him apart to see them like this, which led him to his cat-like comfort method.
✤He definitely won’t be inviting their father over for any events any time soon.
✤Y/n would just have to hold out on the happy news a few more days and hope that he will be a better father than theirs was.
What’s In A Forever
Pairing: S. Aizawa x Male! Reader
Rating: 14+
Words: 1k334
Warnings: Adoption Restictions
Request: Anon <3-- Mind if I request a fluffy scenario for Aizawa where in the past, his male s/o gave him a promise ring promising that he would marry him in the future, but then a time skip to the present where there both pro heroes, Aizawa and his husband both married with two children, the first being eri, and the other being a baby boy named Oboro (who Aizawa named after his friend), who which looks more like Aizawa
A/n: As of April 2020 Same-Sex couples are not allowed to adopt in Japan. This work will be gently ignoring this outraging fact! Enjoy and read on!
Perhaps forever isn’t what it’s meant to be. Maybe things shouldn’t end up how they’ve planned– Sure the dream was nice and all, but it wasn’t particle. They were just kids after all, it wasn’t realistic for then to end up with the happily ever after they had dreamed of; especially with the line of work they planned on dedicating their lives to.
The lunch rush was just subsiding when the rooftop-quintumplet sat with their meals. The cafeteria was always a little too crowded, one too many peering eyes. It was much more comfortable outside on the roof.
Aizawa had taken his signature place against the old and broken air vent, which always resulted in his sneezing throught the day while Nemuri.
Yamada and Shirakumo were conjoined at the hip since the two groups had merged. Their personalities meshed well, though Yamada’s noise levels were enough for anyone to get annoyed.
It had been the beginning of year two when Y/n and Oboro had joined forces with Shouta and Hizashi. They hadn’t interacted at all in their first year of school– not with Shouta hyper focused on proving himself worthy of the hero course, with the minor exception of Shouta and Y/n going to the same internship.
Nothing had happened between them, of course. Oh no– surely all the time they soend training together and nights spent learning in ths dark streets hadnt resulted in tention building between them. They exchanged numbers and met up outside of the internships, and it might not have been completely out of the question if they flirted a little. It’s possible there was a small, itty bitty, minuscule, mutual attraction between them, but nothing serious. Nothing at all.
They hadn’t done anything- and they definitely didn’t tell anyone. They were fine with this, with sitting shoulder to shoulder at lunch. They had their little looks and inside jokes- late night work outs and study sessions. They had all they needed- it would be selfish to demand more than that.
Y/n and Shouta seemed to mesh just as well as Oboro and Yamada. Shouta was thoughtful, he had only a few people he enjoyed being around, and when someone’s excepted into his friend group it’s almost as satisfying as a cat claiming their lap for a nap.
Y/n seemed to be the opposite of Shota. He either knew or was friends with everyone. It never mattered to him what their quirk was, who they liked or what they enjoyed, he truly got along with everyone, including Shota’s long-time older ‘rival’, Toshinori.
Y/n understood where Shouta was coming from, he truly did, but Yagi always had good advise- and an even better taste in jewelry. It was a weird thing to know, but Toshinori seemed to be well-versed in everything when it came to jewelry.
The velvet box sitting in his back pocket was a reminder of their little shopping trip. It was a pretty little box, but inside was all of the doubts and fears he had, all of his insecurities were piled into one place. It was a heavy box, but the red color only reminded him of the blush on Shouta’s cheeks, of late night talks and locked pinkies, it was their love- flaws and all.
This little box held the glares they received in the halls and the abuse they faced from protesters, but it also represented their hour long conversations- every time they talked about a flat in the city, one with a floor length window and two cats, and the names of their fur babies. This box was everything that they were- everything they will be. It was them.
And now, all that was left to do was give it to him.
“Shouta,” Y/n whispered to his boyfriend. He stood behind Shouta while they gazed out on the stars. The night sky was beautiful, but Y/n couldn’t bring himself to admire it.
“Yeah?” He breathed, not able to remove his sight from the twinkling stars that look just like the ones in his beloved’s eyes.
“Babe,” Y/n said, lowering himself to one knee.
Shouta turned around and took a stark breath in, “What are you doing?”
“I- Shouta... I love you,”
Aizawa’s eyes darted around the empty rooftop, but the only other things up there were his boyfriend and a velvet box. “Y/n,”
“I know that-” Y/n stopped to sniffle and re-gather the air that had flown from his lungs. “We’ve faced a lot in our lives. I know that some people will never approve of us being together, and I know we’re going to have to fight a lot harder. But I also know that I love you, and I want to be with you,”
“Y/n, we can’t get married,” Shouta said, shaking his head.
“I know! I know, this isn’t an engagement ring- not yet. Just a promise. A promise that I’ll be with you through everything- the ups and the downs. And one day, even if we lose a lot on the way, we’ll be able to get married. I don’t care what it costs because I love- I love- I love you,” tears have stained the concrete floor beneath Y/n’s head, and the dark grey was barley visible even with the stars illuminating the area around them.
“Do you really think that we’ll be able to be together?” He asked, not looking down from the sky- mostly in fear of joining his boyfriend in his tears.
“I do! There are places that allow it! Even if we can never be married here, I’ll take you somewhere else! We’ll go to Canada, or the Netherlands, or Massachusetts! I’ll take you where ever we have to go, as long as you say yes,”
Shouta got down next to his boyfriend and collapsed into his shoulder, burying his teary eyes into his neck. “Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes...”
For what felt like an hour they sat there, with bruised knees and puddles of tears on the floor, and yes’s were exchanged never-ending.
Well fast-forward 15 years and it’s now 2020. The flat is amazing, and they curl up next to each other and read on rainy days- looking out to the twinkling lights of the city. The cat’s are named Buttercup and Snowball, but there was an addition of a kitten that they took in- Mittens.
The ring he once had to wear on a chain hidden beneath his shirt was now re-sized and on his finger, sitting daintily next to the marriage ring that they exchanged not ten years prior.
Their forever was beautiful- working together as under-ground hero’s was a dream come true. But, even though he hates to admit it, Y/n feels a bit better knowing his husband is now working mostly out of a classroom. It’s comforting to know only one of them is doing stupid things 24/7.
Even though their future has everything they wanted it to, it’s not quite like how they imagined. Taking in a little girl with a dangerous quirk was an unexpected addition to their road, but Eri made every day magical.
Even after adopting the beautiful girl, Shouta had approached Y/n with the idea of taking in another child. While his argument was that he didn’t want Eri to be lonely when both of her dad’s were at work. Y/n knew right away that her husband had gotten baby fever.
After discussing the legalistics for months, they adopted their first boy. His beautiful black hair was scarily similar to Shouta’s, and he also had the traditional Y/L/N family red-eyes.
Eri loved Oboro, named after their fallen best friend, with all of her heart. While they still mourn their best friend, it’s almost like he lives on through his name’s sake. They can see him in the baby’s smile, in his laugh and face, it’s Oboro through and through.
The future is hard to predict, and it’s even harder to deal with. It’s full of twists and turns, heartbreak and love, it’s a never ending paradox that changes the moment you think you figure it out. It’s pain and joy, it’s a contradiction to everything logical.
But here, surrounded by his family, Y/n can’t help but to watch the stupid disney movie and think, what’s really in a forever?
Aizawa: Now what do we say when we get anxious?
Mina: My anxiety is chronic, but this ass is iconic
Hay momentos en la vida donde sientes que ya no puedes más, donde todo el peso de la realidad te aplasta y te hace añicos. Donde una simple situación puede ser lo suficiente para que te acabes de derrumbar.
Y en esas situaciones lo único que queda por hacer es aguantar, ver a la vida de frente y decirle "hoy no". Aguantar, ser fuerte y soportar el peso de la realidad.
Aunque nos hundamos en la desesperación.
Aunque nos sintamos débiles.
Solo hay que aguantar.
Y esa situación, ese sentimiento, aquel pelinegro lo conocía a la perfección. Su vida no había sido un agradable paseo, su pasado, su presente y muy posiblemente su futuro, estaban llenos de desgracias. Desde que tuvo que arreglárselas para entrar a la Yuuei con aquel quirk que de nada le servía contra un robot, desde que tuvo que esforzarse al máximo en la escuela, desde que su infancia estuvo repleta de problemas familiares. Desde que su mejor amigo murió. Desde que tuvo que lidiar con perdidas, con situaciones desesperantes, con TEPT, con ansiedad, con los restos de la depresión que sufrió durante su adolescencia.
No le quedaba más que aguantar, aceptar que la realidad es una mierda y que todo eso no fue su culpa. Engañarse y engañar a otros constantemente diciendo que todo estaba bien.
Pero no lo estaba.
Fingía muy bien, se ocultaba detrás de esa fachada de profesor serio y antipático, un profesor responsable que se preocupaba por el futuro de sus alumnos y que dormía cada que podía. Porque su horario de sueño había quedado hecho polvo hacia varios años. Donde las noches era su mayor momento de actividad, dormía lo que podía en el horario escolar y por las tardes cumplía con sus obligaciones como profesorvulnerabilidad
La fecha de la muerte de Shirakumo se acercaba, eso hacia denotar más su falta de interés a la realidad, prefería fingir que nada importaba, como si no existiese, y así no demostrar su vulnerabilidad.
Solo algunos lo llegaban a notar, Hizashi, Kayama y Emi eran quienes podían notar su estado decaído, su desinterés y apatía en general.
-recuerden que mañana quienes gusten continuar con el entrenamiento de esta semana podrán ir con Ectoplasm y Cementoss al gimnasio Gamma. Yo estaré ocupado así que no podre acompañarlos. Sería todo por hoy, pueden retirarse- rápidamente el salón se vació, las voces animadas de los estudiantes se escuchaban cada vez mas lejos y durante ese proceso Aizawa aprovecho para dormir en la esquina del salón.
-ahorita los alcanzo, chicos. Olvidé mi cuaderno en el salón- no era novedad que el peliverde dejara cosas en el salón. Por lo general al dejar el aula se iba hablando de mil y un cosas con su grupo de amigos, no era de extrañar que esa distracción lo hiciera olvidar algún que otro cuaderno o lapicero. Aizawa lo comprendía, sabia que cualquier distracción siempre era buena, más para aquel estudiante problema que tanto peso cargaba sobre sus hombros -disculpe Sensei, volví a dejar la libreta.
Rápidamente registro su butaca, tomo el cuaderno y camino de regreso a la salida.
-que tenga buen día, adiós- Aizawa daba por hecho que el pecoso había dejado el aula, más en esos segundos no había escuchado el sonido de la puerta -¡Ms. Joke! Es un gusto verla nuevamente, si viene a ver a Aizawa-sensei el esta durmiendo, es mejor no molestarlo.
-el gusto es mío, chico problema- Ms. Joke inhaló algo de aire y sin pensarlo exclamo -¡Buenos días, Shota!
-silencio.
El peliverde no quiso seguir irrumpiendo así que solo continuó con su camino.
-vamos, Shota, no puedes dormir a esta hora, es momento de salir, divertirte, si quieres nos podemos casar, hay suficiente tiempo.
-no me voy a casar contigo.
-no seas así, Shota- ella se coloco en cuclillas para ver de frente al saco de dormir -Hizashi, Nemuri y yo iremos más tarde a beber, acompáñanos ¡por favor!
-bien.
Incontables veces Emi acompaño a Aizawa en sus momentos más difíciles, para el pelinegro era como su lugar seguro, era con quien podía desahogar sus preocupaciones sin preocupar a terceros, ella siempre encontraba la manera de tranquilizarlo y alegrarlo, era su especialidad.
Ella también tenia sus problemas, sus momentos de tristeza, sus preocupaciones que ocultaba, al igual que Aizawa, bajo una fachada. Bajo esa sonrisa tan característica que día tras día adornaba su rostro.
Le preocupaban sus estudiantes, le preocupaba no hacerlo suficiente para ser una buena heroína, le preocupaban tantas cosas que habían ocasiones donde no podía soportar más esa sonrisa.
-a las 7, en el bar de siempre. No te vayas a quedar dormido ¡nos vemos!
Salió del salón, sin mirar atrás. Ambos sabían que el otro no estaba bien, se comprendían y se apoyaban en el otro para liberar su sentir, porque para ellos era mejor aguantar todo juntos que estando solos.
Es mejor tener a quien te acompañe en esos momentos de desesperación, donde sientes que has tocado fondo, tener a quien este a gusto lado, así como Aizawa tenia a Emi, Yamada y Kayama, o como Izuku tenía a Todoroki, Uraraka e Iida. Porque teniendo a quien te apoye, siempre habrá quien te saque de aquel agujero de desesperación.
La hora llego, no estaba particularmente arreglado, solo había tomado una ducha y había cambiado su ropa por algo más casual.
-¡¡Shota!!- la estruendosa voz del rubio resonaba desde afuera de su apartamento.
Inmediatamente abrió la puerta y metió a Hizashi al lugar.
-te he dicho cientos de veces que no grites aquí, los vecinos se la pasan quejándose de eso- tomo sus llaves, guardo su celular en la bolsa y apoyo su mano en el hombro del rubio -ya vámonos, no quiero que Emi se moleste por que volvimos a llegar tarde.
El bar no se encontraba tan lejos de donde estaban, a pie fácilmente llegaban en 10 minutos, ya comenzaba a oscurecer y el cielo se pintaba de varios colores mientras el sol continuaba descendiendo.
-A Emi le ha de encantar como se ve el cielo, ha de estar con esa sonrisa de siempre- para Hizashi no era novedad que el pelinegro hablase de manera espontánea de la peliverde, sabía lo cercanos que eran y le alegraba que su querido amigo tuviera quien le alegrara los días.
-también Nemuri adora los atardeceres, pero creo que no tanto como Emi.
-¡Hizashi! ¡Shota!- era la voz de Kayama -¿porque tardaron tanto? Ya son las 7:30
-Shota no quería abrirme la puerta.
-eso no es verdad, tu solo tardaste mucho en llegar a mi apartamento.
-ya da igual, ¡vamos a beber!
Copa tras copa, vaso tras vaso, botellas vacías, se acercaba la media noche y el grupo de amigos seguía bebiendo, hablaban de banalidades y recordaban momentos de cuando aun eran jóvenes.
-¿porque aceptaste ponerte ese nombre? Es muy estúpido- las risas inundaban el lugar -es que, ¿en serio te pareció buena idea llamarte "cabeza de borrador"?
-fue... Idea de Hizashi, no planeaba aparecer en las noticias o algo por el estilo... Solo... Necesitaba un nombre- el alcohol hacía rato que les había afectado, Ms. Joke era la que estaba menos tomada, había que tener a alguien responsable que los dirigiera al apartamento del pelinegro para pasar la noche -además, ustedes no se quedan atrás, Medianoche, señorita bromas y ¿presentar micrófono?
-¿porque todos nuestros nombres de héroes son en inglés?
-no lo se, señorita bromas...
-¡Nemuri!
-voy al baño- el rubio intento levantarse de su asiento, pero sus piernas no respondieron provocando que cayera al suelo y a la vez tirara su vaso de tequila -demonios.
-creo que ya va siendo hora de que nos vayamos, yo ya no... No... Yo también quiero ir al baño.
La peliverde y el pelinegro ayudaron a sus amigos a ir que caminaran hacia el baño, Emi cuido la puerta de Kayama y Aizawa dejo a Yamada a su suerte y se fue a pagar por las bebidas.
Volver al apartamento resulto mucho mas complicado que la travesía hacia el baño, los 10 minutos de camino se transformaron en 30, la noche se iluminaba con la luna, aunque pocas estrellas lograban verse.
Al entrar al apartamento Aizawa dejo caer a Hizashi en uno de los sillones, Emi recostó con más cuidado a Kayama en otro y ambos se fueron a la cocina por algo de agua.
-Shota, estas sonrojado- Era un momento de tranquilidad, ante el silencio de la noche y el brillo a través de la ventana. Simplemente era su momento de relajarse juntos.
-es por el alcohol- cubrió su rostro con una mano y desvío la mirada -esa ropa te... Te queda muy bien.
-a mi me encanta como se te ve esa camisa, ¡aunque pudiste haberte arreglado más!
-es la camisa que me regalaste en mi cumpleaños- le dio un ultimo sorbo al vaso y lo dejó en el lavaplatos -ya deberíamos ir a dormir. Mañana será algo complicado.
No tenían la necesidad de decirlo, ni de gritarlo a los cuatro vientos, ellos sabían lo que sentían el uno por el otro y eso les era más que suficiente.
Taparon a los otros dos con mantas y se fueron a intentar dormir.
-Emi...- dos horas habían transcurrido, la peliverde hacia rato había logrado conciliar el sueño, en cambio el pelinegro veía las manchas en la pared, contaba los cuadros en el suelo y tarareaba canciones al azar. Le era imposible dormir, había tanto en su cabeza que cerrar los ojos no era suficiente para callar a sus pensamientos -Emi...- Sacudió su brazo, necesitaba de su compañía.
-¿Shota?- vio sus ojos llorosos, las ojeras en su rostro y el cabello revuelto -ohh...
Se incorporó y abrazo al pelinegro y deslizo su mano por su espalda. con solo ver su rostro comprendió que estaba mal, que la preocupación lo superaba y que necesitaba desahogarse.
-No quiero que mis estudiantes pasen por lo que yo, quiero verlos a todos juntos y felices, no hundidos en preocupación. Y ya no soporto tener que vivir como si nada hubiera pasado, lo extraño, es estúpido seguir llorando por su muerte como su hubiera sido ayer... Han sido más de 10 años y aún duele.
-todos hemos perdido a perdonas cercanas, todos hemos tocado fondo, solos nos queda aguantar y recordar que no estamos solos. No puedo decirte que todo estará bien, o adornar la realidad para que parezca rosa con brillitos, pero puedo decirte que siempre estaré a tu lado, cada que necesites un abrazo, unas palabras de "todo estará bien", o unos chistes malos. Talvez algún día logre hacerte reír con alguno de ellos.
-estaré esperando ese día- Aizawa apretó el abrazo y escondió su rostro en el hombro de Emi -Gracias. Gracias por estar conmigo.
-gracias a ti, por dejarme estar a tu lado- ella sentía la humedad en su hombro, las lágrimas aún salían de los ojos de Shota -entonces... ¿si te vas a casar conmigo?
-Emi...
-ya entendí, ahora si hay que dormir, no puedes ir a visitarlo viéndote comí si un camión te hubiera pasado por encima.
Las horas pasaron, el abrazo nunca se disolvió y las lágrimas de secaron, era seguro que en algún momento volverían a salir, pero sabía que si eso ocurría tendría a Emi para consolarlo.
Ahora solo quedaba ir a visitar a su preciado amigo, esta vez no iría solo, nunca más haría eso.
-hola, Shirakumo...- a veces sentía que era en va no hablar con una tumba que sabía que estaba vacía, pero ver su nombre tallado en la lapida le hacia sentir que el realmente estaba ahí, escuchándolo, de ser así habría escuchado cientos de lamentos, cientos de desahogos. Pero al menos sentía que esta ahí -ha pasado mucho tiempo.
Razones de que este fic exista:
1) Este shipp se me hace muy lindo
2) sentir frustración no esta chido amixes, menos si no hay quien te abrace :c
3) Pues porque me dio la gana y ya.
Tome awa, duerman bien (-la que escribe esto a las 2:00 a.m.) y no duden en pedir ayuda a sus amixes cuando no se sientan bien.
P.d. al escribir la historia cambié muchas cosas de como se desarrollaba la relación y al final no tuvo nada que ver con el titulo que ya le había puesto, hasta ahora no me di cuenta de ello pero ya da igual
OMG WHAT IF THE REASON SHIGARAKI LIKES AZAIWA SO MUCH IS BECAUSE KUROGIRI WOULD ALWAYS TALK ABOUT HIM WHEN HE WAS STILL PARTIALLY OBORO