My Hero Academia fanfiction Aizawa protective of Izuku

Toshinori tried to explain.

“I had said everything I had needed to say, and young Bakugo seemed to have taken it to heart!” Toshinori declared. “He had been crying, sir, and he was being so cooperative, and I just… I couldn’t bring myself to continue!”

“I see.”

“Principal, I’m sorry, I didn’t...”

“There is a reason the third round is mandatory, Yagi,” Nezu told him, knowing his tail was swishing again. “There is a reason it is on the bare. It is so that you as the teacher can take stock of your student’s physical well being, ensure their safety, and provide immediate medical care if needed!”

“I hadn’t realized, sir…” Toshinori took a deep, shuddering breath. “I… I will pack my belongings.”

(Summary edited 08/14/22. Original as follows:)

Bakugo Katsuki receives a yellow appointment slip at his High School. Weeks later, he gets another one.

The extras in his class may be afraid of getting sent to the Disciplinary Actions building, but not him. Bakugo knows all too well what corporal punishment is, and that it’s sure to make him stronger.

𝕠𝕖𝕟𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕝 / / (n) 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚋𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚝𝚑 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜

𝗜𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 𝗝𝗲𝗮𝗻 𝗚𝗿𝗲𝘆'𝘀 𝘀𝗼𝘂𝗹 𝗶𝘀 𝗽𝘂𝘁 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝗮𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗯𝗼𝗱𝘆, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗜𝘇𝘂𝗸𝘂 𝗠𝗶𝗱𝗼𝗿𝗶𝘆𝗮 𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘀 𝗮 𝘁𝘄𝗶𝗻 𝘀𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿.

"𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝....𝐃𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚 𝐦𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐬?"

𝙓-𝙢𝙚𝙣/𝙈𝙃𝘼 𝘾𝙧𝙤𝙨𝙨𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧
𝙆𝙖𝙩𝙨𝙪𝙠𝙞 𝘽𝙖𝙠𝙪𝙜𝙤 𝙭 𝙊𝙁𝘾 𝙭 𝙎𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙤 𝙏𝙤𝙙𝙤𝙧𝙤𝙠𝙞 (𝙋𝙤𝙡𝙮)
𝙋𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝘼𝙡𝙡 𝙓-𝙈𝙚𝙣
𝙈𝙃𝘼- 𝙐𝘼 𝘽𝙚𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙎𝙖𝙜𝙖
𝘽𝙤𝙤𝙠 1 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 '𝙈𝙞𝙙𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙮𝙖 𝙏𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙨' 𝙏𝙧𝙞𝙡𝙤𝙜𝙮

Disclaimer- I do not own any concepts by Marvel, nor do I own anything from MHA. I only own my own OC and her storyline.

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Handle With Care:

While pushing her Quirk to be faster and better, Momo pushes too far. Luckily, Aizawa is there to lay out the facts.

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Hero exercises always made Momo more anxious than she liked to admit. She was training to be a hero, and she knew she was doing very well for a first-year student. But, thinking about being able to actually put those skills to use in an actual emergency made her heart race and hands shake. Late at night, she would sometimes admit to herself that she might not have what it takes to be a hero.

It all came to a head one day when they were doing solo training. Momo was doing her best to feed herself and consistently think of the molecules needed to make the nesting dolls. It was overwhelming, to be experiencing the different sensations from the food and creating the material at the same time while trying not to get a single formula wrong for the different colors and such.

Momo could slowly feel herself become shaky and dizzy, clearly not feeding herself fast enough to keep up with the sheer amount of dolls she was making. She knew she should slow down, but Aizawa was walking past with that judgemental look that always made Momo feel as though she was falling behind no matter how far ahead she seemed to be. She had to keep going for his approval. It didn’t matter that her head was spinning and her hands shook as she lifted a sandwich to her lips. It didn’t matter that it felt like it was just waiting to come back up as soon as she swallowed it. All that mattered was the formula for the dolls.

C6H10O5 (wood), C17H13N3O3 (red paint), C16H12C12N4O4 (yellow paint), so on and so forth.

Aizawa paused, looking straight at Momo with a gaze that seemed to look into her soul and condemn her for her inadequacies. She would never move fast enough for that gaze to brush over her instead of being fixated. It was fine. She just needed to focus more on the formulas instead of how her jaw ached from non-stop chewing.

Momo grabbed a cupcake and started eating it. She wished she could just stop. She didn’t want to eat anymore. She didn’t want to continue with the dolls anymore, especially since, when she looked down at the most recent dolls she had made, they were starting to come out misshapen. She wished that Aizawa would stop staring at her. She noticed how his eyebrows continued to crease the longer he looked, and it made her feel so small and insignificant while she tried to focus on the dolls coming out the correct shape.

As Momo tried to pick up another piece of food, her sight blacked out for a moment. When she got her vision back, she was on her back, looking up at the ceiling of the infirmary and Aizawa who was hovering above her with a sort of gentle concern that seemed out of place on his face. Immediately, she knew that she had overdone it and was going to get into trouble.

How could she be so stupid? She was supposed to be one of the good students who never gave Aizawa a reason to complain or worry. Oh, how should she go about apologizing?

Aizawa spoke before Momo could make up her mind, “Are you alright?”

“I… I’m fine. Um, I’m sorry for worrying you.” Even to her own ears, Momo’s voice sounded shaky and uncertain, and she couldn’t help cringing at how her voice cracked on her apology. “I’ll do better, I promise.”

Momo did her best to meet Aizawa’s gaze, but she kept looking away every few seconds against her will. Maybe she was trying to hide her failures, even though he had already seen them.

Aizawa sighed as Momo tried to sit up before gently pushing her back down to a lying position. “Kid, you are severely malnourished, and you were beating your own personal record for speed. There’s no need to ‘do better,’ but I have a feeling that there is a need for you to slow down and take a break.”

“What? I can’t do that! My herowork would suffer, and I could fall behind.” Momo exclaimed, temporarily forgetting her manners. As soon as she remembered them, she quieted down to calmly say, “Sorry. I meant to say that… Uh, I would prefer to continue the way I am so as to not possibly hinder my classmates during team missions nor possibly not be able to save everyone I have set out to save.”

Aizawa sighed, and Momo had to stop herself from breaking eye contact as soon as he looked at her. “You are not going to save everyone. No matter how hard you work or how much you suffer, someone will always not be saved. You can’t blame yourself for that. You just have to get used to that reality and do your best to save as many people as you can. I know that you can save a lot of people, Yaoyorozu. You have immense potential to be one of the best heroes out there, but you cannot save anyone in this state.

“Pushing yourself to the breaking point isn’t helping anyone. I know that with the way Midoriya’s herowork is going it may seem like that, but he’s an exception and not the rule. You are not falling behind in any way, so stop driving yourself to the point of collapse. In order to protect people, you have to take care of yourself first.”

Momo sobbed. There wasn’t anything else she could do with the information that Aizawa so cruelly and carelessly presented to her. She couldn’t save everyone, and, if she kept going the way she was, she wouldn’t save anyone. Hearing it said aloud made it seem more real than when she thought it to herself at night, so crying seemed the most appropriate response.

Aizawa pulled her up into a sitting position and into a hug. Momo clung to his hero suit and sobbed into his shoulder as he rocked them back and forth. It was an uncharacteristic display of vulnerability on both of their parts, which made it all the more intense of a moment.

Soon enough, Momo had cried her eyes dry and laid back down to sleep off the throbbing headache in her temples. Aizawa stepped away, letting her curl up around a pillow. The last thing she thought before drifting off was a simple, Thank you, Mr. Aizawa.

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do you trust me?

Day Six: Can You Hear Me?

This is a continuation of Day Four, Pinned!

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Relationships: Izuku Midoriya & Aizawa Shouta

Word Count: 600

“c....you....ear..e?"

Izuku stirs slightly at the noise. It's been all noise up til now. Muffled screams, groans, the whoosh of something firing at high power. Water, maybe?

"Can you hear me?" The words are clearer now, though no further away. Izuku tries to move toward it. He doesn't know where he is, or where it is. He can't see anything, and he can only feel the dull pain that comes with too much adrenaline. Still, the movement seems to be enough because more words filter through.

"Midoriya? That's it kid, can you open your eyes?" The voice is warm, familiar, but Izuku can't place it. The meaning to the sentences comes in waves, and Izuku blinks his eyes open seconds later.

The world is frighteningly bright, and he shuts his eyes again, flinching back. A hand comes to rest on his cheek. "That's it, try again."

The hand comes into focus first, then an arm, which leads up to a face. Izuku stares at it for a moment, at the black, tired eyes, and the long dark hair. "'Zawa?" he croaks, and his voice comes out weak. Something wet and tacky spills past his lips, lighting up his tongue with something bitter.

“Yes, it’s me Problem Child.”

Izuku looks past Aizawa, at the fallen ceiling. The room looks familiar to him, walls painted white and plastered with posters. It’s his room, he realizes, and then he remembers. The fire, the ceiling. Iida and Uraraka. Izuku’s fingers go tight and tingly, “Where?”

“They’re okay. You’re the only one left.”

Izuku shuts his eyes and breathes. The feeling is starting to return to his body. There’s something heavy pinning his legs down. He shifts, just barely, but it’s enough to feel like a thousand bolts of electricity are zipping up and down his legs. Izuku’s broken enough bones in his life to know what it feels like, and he’s completely shattered. There’s a high pitched whine, and it’s not until Aizawa shushes him and runs a hand through his curls that Izuku knows it’s coming from him.

He blinks, surprised to find his lashes wet against his cheeks. “Hurts,” he slurs.

“I know, the adrenaline’s wearing off. We’re going to get you out of here, we’re just waiting for somebody to come up who can stabilize you the second we move the rubble off.

Stabilize. Rubble. Shattered. Izuku knows, he knows. If they wait too long, if something goes wrong with the stasis, he’s going to die the second they pull them out. “I need you to…” his chest is hard to move, hard to fill with air. “‘Zawa I need.”

Aizawa is still petting him. Long fingers slinking into his dark green curls. His other hand is around the side of Izuku’s neck, keeping it from moving. “If ‘m gonna die--”

“You’re not going to die.” Aizawa says, his tone hard but not angry. “We’re going to get you out of here.”

“But if you don’t, then I need--”

“No,” Aizawa says. Izuku recognizes the voice. It’s the tone he used at the USJ, the warning to his students to stay back, to not engage. It’s the tone of voice Izuku heard as Aizawa pleaded with him at the summer camp to sit down before he crashed. “I won’t let that happen. Do you trust me?”

Aizawa’s eyes are almost black in this dim room, and Izuku can see himself reflected in them. They’re steady and warm and Izuku can still feel movement in his curls, a warmth against his neck. He squeezes his eyes, feeling tears spill down his cheeks. “Yes,” Izuku says. “I do.”

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GHOST AIZAWA X TEEN READER

He could hear you the moment you hopped through that window with those friends of yours. Lightheartedly making jokes about this old house, this haunted house, his house. From the moment all of you entered, he knew it was just another group of teenagers, modern day teenagers, who did nothing but take, and destroy.

Yet amidst all that… was you. You didn’t give off the same vibe as the rest, you very clearly didn’t want to be here, you actually complimented the old house, however worn down it looks. This intrigued him.

“Listen guys we shouldn’t be here- there was a warning and-“ you pointed to the bright yellow sign out front burning a hole into your mind, of course your friends wanted to go to the one place you were scared of. Glancing around, the halls of this mansion were huge, crystal chandeliers, or what was left of them, hung from the ceiling, this place was once beautiful. But age takes the best of everything, and now it’s all covered in mold and rotting wood, and if not that, then graffiti.

“Goshhhh y/n stop being a pussy. We’ll be fine. All we gotta do is get a photo in that stupid room to prove we were here. Then we’ll be out again” stupid fucking teenagers. See what he means? He used to be a teacher when he was young, well, younger. None of the children or teenagers of his time ever, and I mean EVER spoke with such vulgarity. This undisciplined little blonde boy was clearly scaring you further, almost threatening you.

“Denki… it just feels weird in here. There’s a reason they had the place restricted right? We aren’t supposed to be here and-“ the man- no, the shadow behind you thought your worry was cute. You were so smart weren’t you? Almost like warning signs are put up to warn you.

“Which is why we’ll be in and out, so shut up about it” the blonde barked out, causing you to shut your mouth. You were careful, cautious, and so adorably so, everything that made a noise here freaked you out, rightfully so, the place was haunted by him, so he would know. Hundreds of teenagers had wandered in here, trashed his antique vases, his windows, the decorations he and his husband had put up in his life. And it made him furious, rage would sweep over him, and next thing you know, those kids go missing.

Then the rumors started, and no more teens ever came. His house was payed a short little visit by the authorities, and they’d found a few bodies here and there, so they shut it down. Not more haunted houses on Halloween.

“How do we even get up there, this place is huge! I can barely see the end of the hallway” the pink haired one piped in, hopping on top of the table to look at the balcony where they wnated the photo, knocking over a classical 1876 vase. A very precious item, wrecked by a stupid, selfish, uncaring teenager. He thought he hated them all, with their sheer disregard for the rest of the world, the disrespect for his home. But maybe not so much anymore, you just stood at the paintings and murals On his yellow walls, admiring their beauty, silently, and respectfully. You reminded him so much of his own husband.

“You would swear that there would be steps somewhere near the second floor. Ow- goddamnit-“ the blonde boy cursed, cutting his hand on a fallen piece of glass from the window they’d just smashed in to enter. The door was locked. And there were stairs, but they were rotted and unsafe, he wouldn’t let you go on them, maybe the others, but not you. You intrigue him, remind him of shinso, that boy left this house a long long time ago, and never came back.

“We could probably stack a few shelves, or climb up the boarding on the side?” The red spiky haired one piped in, walking back into the main room, after exploring for a while, he had deemed the house boring enough to leave. No cool trapdoors, no old dungeons, no haunted ghosts, just an old house, and all the features that come with it. He pointed to the railing attached to the side of the wall, they used to be used to hang photos in an orderly fashion, but all photos once hung there were now shriveled up and dulled.

“This is a really bad idea guys. Let’s just take the photo and get out. I’m getting a bad feeling about this place, like someone’s watching me” a shiver ran down your skin as the ghost pushed the hair out of your face. You even looked like him. It’s insane, like you had just crawled out of his dreams. It almost hurt him, that you felt creeped out by him, by his home, no, no, your home. He hasn’t felt anything for hundreds of years, you made him feel something. You’re special, he can tell

“Fine. You get to take the fuckin photo since you clearly don’t want to be in it.” The blonde hissed, shoving the Polaroid camera into your chest, and pushing you back. Him and the three others got up on top of the table. And wrapped their arms around eachother to pose, you looked like you were on the verge of tears, something was really wrong here. You could feel it. With a quick flash of the camera, a photo was printed out of it, you were on your way to the door the second it printed, not even waiting for the ink to set.

You froze in your tracks though. All of a sudden, it was like the house was different, things had moved to places they weren’t before, you could swear the temperature dropped to below freezing, and you could feel something. Feel something breathing down your neck, touching you. You shouldn’t have come here. You knew it. But you still did

“Uh. Guys? Where’s the door?” Mina asked, staring at the wall where the front door had previously been. this had to be a mistake, see was just confused right? it was right there. the group paused, the door was gone, completely vanished. Bakugo turned to you, who was now practically dry heaving.

"y/n, if you say anything along the line of "I told you so" I will rip your fucking-" the blonde boy began speaking from behind you, realizing that this was probably more trouble than they'd asked for. realizing that they might just have put themselves into cheesy horror movie where you're constantly screaming at the main characters to “get out of there!”. then his eyes rolled into his head, and you heard a loud thump, behind you. The presence you felt lingering around you was still there, but you could actually feel it now, it was touching you, your shoulders your waist, patting your head, and almost pulling you away from the group.

"bakugo? are-are you okay?" you flew around, only to note that no one was there anymore, not mina or denki or Kirishima or sero, all that was left was an empty house. Your eyes widened, and a small sob escaped from your mouth, you knew it. you knew those signs were up for a reason, you knew it couldn't have just been a coincidence that all those kids and teens went missing through the years, this couldn't just be another one of your friends cruel pranks right? they wouldn't go this far.

"guys- this is is not funny. stop" You spoke, flinging around and searching for some hidden camera. Doubting this was real.

But then you started hearing it, their screams, all over the house the individual agonizing screams of your friends rung out, doors around you slammed, and all of a sudden, the abandoned house, the quiet house, was full of life, was so loud. You had shut your eyes fro a single moment

"GUYS STOP IT, PLEASE" at this point you were sobbing, pure fear coursing through your veins. You pressed yourself against the wall, covering your ears and curling into a ball. there was no way out, all the doors to the front or backward were gone, and the windows were too high up. Whever was happening, you were stuck in the middle of it. your friends were good at pranks, but not this good. Those sreams were real, mina was actually in pain. You could feel the beat of your heart reverberating in your skull.

Then, your heart slowed, your breathing going along with it, the feeling of fear washed our=t of your system, as if someone had flipped a switch. Then you felt a pair of arms wrap around you from behind, which was odd considering you were against a wall. No panic flooded back into yu though, what was happening? You leaned into whomever touch this was

"dont cry, I didnt mean to scare you. im here now sweetheart, dont cry please" a hush voice spoke, or maybe it wasn't speaking at all, it felt more like an echo in the back of your head than someone speaking, but you understood it all the same.

"who-who are you? What happened to my friends?" youasked the questions, even if you didn't actually care, all you wanted to do was bask in this feeling of complete peace.

'dont worry about them anymore, they cant touch you here. I'm your… father. Yes.” The voice hushed, it’s sound was similar to a lullaby, and it reminded you of nicer times. When you weren’t part of this friend group. The friend group that just died. Right. You’re supposed to be worried about that.

"b-but i already have a dad. Hes at home waiting for me, I have to leave-

"no, I am your father, this is your home, you’re just confused "

That shut you up with a squeak, his kind voice melting into something more sinister. Something that you knew wasn’t going to let you go. You looked down at your hands, returning to your protective fetal position in attempts to calm yourself. By now the photo had dried, it’s only been a few minutes, yet so much had changed.

You stared at the photo of your friends while the man- of whatever it was, hummed a soft, lulling tune into your ear. It was so compelling, this guy was doing something to you, something to make your eyes droop, make your body relax. Soon, the photo was let from your clutch, falling to the ground.

If only you’d been more insistent on not coming here. If only you had caused a scene and showed them how you opposed it. If only you had called their parents.

If only you’d looked at the photo sooner, to see the tall figure, fitted with a black beard and long hair, looming behind your friends.

If only

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I’m really sorry for the lack of updates, i suck I know-

Anyway, this was a request by messaging all the way back from Halloween. Yes. Halloween.

It was fun to write though! Bye bye, thanks for reading!

Have a great day!

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Aizawa, muttering: I never want to see you again

Izuku, getting up sadly: oh

Aizawa: not you.

Izuku: Aw :D

Aizawa: I want to keep you in my sights at all times

Izuku: a-aw?

Aizawa: I worry for you

Izuku: oh😔

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[Shinsou and Kaminari, in Shinsou bedroom]

Shinsou: YOU PUT IT IN THE WRONG HOLE YOU IDIOT-

Aizawa, kicking door open with a frying pan: now what in the FUCK did I just hear

Kaminari: not much I just plugged the laptop charger into the headphone jack

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“I have heard the prayers of thousands of men across a thousand lifetimes and as their souls speak to me, they tell me their name,” the god mused. “But you...”

He finished his circling, running his hand through the ends of Shouta’s hair to lightly drift across his jaw; his fingers calloused from an eternity of use. “I do not know your name.”

He shivered at the weight of the god’s gaze upon him and didn’t dare look up. “I am not quick to prayer,” he answered.

“And yet you kneel before me in my shrine,” he said and he was relieved that there was amusement in his voice instead of offence. “If it is not a prayer you offer, then why are you here?”

Shouta swallowed heavily. “I come to beg for the aid of the god of song,” he declared, thankful he’d managed to keep his voice steady.

“That is a mighty gift to ask for one who does not worship,” he lilted, a delicate finger coming to raise his chin. “Why do you ask this of me?”

“It is not for myself that I ask it. I come here for another; one who is devoted to you.” His heart ached at the very mention of him. He took a deep breath and finally lifted his eyes to meet the god’s. “My son’s voice has been stolen from him. Please... help me get it back.”

Hizashi, the god of song and sound looked upon him; his green eyes holding the depth of endless forests, of fields where the first songs were sung. “And if I should require something in exchange?”

“There is nothing I wouldn’t give for him,” he swore. “Even if it means taking mine in its stead.”

The god’s fingers shifted to caress his throat. “To take a voice...” he whispered and Shouta felt it carry through his very being, “is to take the very soul. It isn’t something to be treated lightly.”

Shouta knew it wasn’t. He could see it in the vacant eyes of his son; the vibrancy he used to carry lost to the wisps of despair. Hitoshi withered more and more each day and he refused to allow his son to become so diminished.

“I’d give it gladly.”

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(Reads right to left)

People don't mistake him for a hero, they've seen his face on posters and they know that 'Present Mic' is a Loudspeaker now (or Reverb, as they know him). But he mistakes himself for a hero sometimes.

And don't worry, Kamui Woods is attending to the other villain. Eraserhead is just here to deal with the additional threat that is Loudspeaker talking to a child.

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She’s Mine (Protective!Bakugou x Punk!Tattooed!Reader) feat. Erasermic

Warnings: racism, implied homophobia (not by anyone in the main cast), sexism, discrimination/discriminatory behavior, Modern!AU, Aged-Up!AU, features Bakugou’s parents, Erasermic, Kota, Eri, Mahoro, Katsuma and all of Class A defending you when insults start to fly.

Synopsis: This is not the first time you’re seeing Bakugou’s family but it is the first time you’re meeting his grandmother, who is not the best company to be around. He comes to your defense after you stand up for yourself and he had no qualms about sticking his face in the old hag’s because he’d be damned if he lets anyone talk to you like that. You’re his.

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“Y/N’s here!!!” Mitsuki called over her shoulder as she threw the front door wide open before you could even ring the doorbell.

Her son had texted her that you two were on their way and she was eager to see you. With the job and your relationship with her son, you two were busy bees and didn’t come around as often anymore. 

Which is why she insisted that her stubborn son at least come around for his birthday since it only happened one day out of the year. Then he could continue doing whatever it was that he was doing. 

Luckily, you were on her side and helped convince him to go just this once.

You laughed at the pitter-patter of tiny feet scampering across the cherry hardwood before dropping everything to catch the little kid that tunneled into your legs. 

“Y/N!!! You’re back!!!”

Eri’s ruby red eyes sparkled with joy as she clung to your legs.

“I missed you!!!” She shouted excitedly, hugging your knees tight.

You giggled, resting a hand on top of her head. “I missed you too, munchkin.”

Bakugou snorted behind you and you were reminded of his presence. “Oi, brat. Are you going to let us in or what?”

Eri stuck her tongue out at him childishly before dashing back inside, a trick she learned from her big brother Izuku, doubling back to grab your hand and hauled you inside with her. You casted a glance over your shoulder at your boyfriend but he shrugged, giving you the go-ahead.

He would catch up to you two troublemakers later. Besides, he knew you would want to see all the kids first. 

Kota, an orphan whose extended family gave him up for adoption, along with the siblings, Mahoro and Katsuma, were all under Aizawa’s guardianship.

After he adopted Eri, it sort of just snowballed until he was in too deep. He told Mic repeatedly that it wasn’t his fault that he had a soft spot for orphans.

His husband had merely shook his head with a laugh and hoisted Katsuma up higher so that he could reach the cupcakes they were going to sneak behind his back before dinner.

Mitsuki closed the door behind him as her son kicked off his shoes. 

“She gets that from me.” She said proudly as she gazed lovingly at Eri. She loved having her around the house. 

Since Aizawa and Mic lived relatively close, they came over often since she was feeling rather lonely with an empty nest.

Bakugou snorted. “Yeah, no shit.”

His mother glared at him for his language but didn’t reprimand him like she normally would and his eyes turned into hateful slits.

“Don’t tell me—” He started, gritting his teeth.

“They’re here.” She said with a heavy sigh.

Bakugou cursed vehemently under his breath, his brow furrowing deeply as he fought to control himself. He was banking on them not making an appearance today. 

His grandparents on his dad’s side, though he adored his grandad and thought the world of him, he absolutely could not stand his grandmother. 

She was racist, sexist, had limited views on literally everything and would raise hell if she didn’t get her way and she was a huge pain in his ass.

Even his own mother couldn’t stand her and that was saying something because she tolerated everyone to some degree, despite her odd love language when it came to him. 

They were both shit at communicating but it had gotten better as he got older. 

Now, the worst things that happened were spats here and there when they disagreed but his mother was usually good about backing off if she felt he could make the right decision for himself, which wasn’t often but it was better than none. 

Bakugou strolled inside and his eyes softened for a second when he saw you playing with Mahoro, Kota sitting on your lap as Eri was climbing all over Midoriya. You four were currently playing Monopoly and Eri exclaiming in shock as she realized she was losing since the devious Kota was slowly claiming more and more property.

“Haha!!” He cackled, rubbing his hands together evilly. “You landed on the purple one!!”

“No fair!!” Eri protested. “I don’t have enough money!!!”

“Too bad!!”

“Deku-niichan.” Eri cried, her eyes watering and you nearly fell over laughing as he frantically tried to get her to stop crying. 

The rest of his old class from college was already here, as per his mother’s request and Kirishima’s invitation.

Shinsou, Tsuyu, Todoroki and Iida were all near the food, the previous class rep serving drinks even though it wasn’t his job to play host. 

Tokoyami was currently engaged in a conversation with his dad and as Bakugou spun around the room, he realized every last one of his old classmates had shown up.

It was fucking crowded in his house. 

But the spark of joy he felt diminished the instant he saw his grandmother and he scowled, straying to your side almost protectively as her eyes burned into his back. 

This. 

This was why he didn’t fucking want her here. He didn’t want her to rain judgement upon the person who had won over his heart.

No way in hell.

Look, you weren’t fragile by any means. Your heart was filled with a healthy amount of self-esteem and you had built up your walls to protect yourself against people who had something to say about your many tattoos or piercings, yet you still were the kindest soul he had ever met. 

It was in the way you walked and interacted with people, a genuine smile always present on your features as you gave them more respect than most would give you upon first glance.

Bakugou knew you could handle yourself but you shouldn’t have to with his own fucking relatives. That shit was messed up. 

You glanced at your boyfriend out of the corner of your eye and your gaze dropped down to where his hands were clenched into fists, jaw locked tight and you sigh, softly urging Kota to get up and continue playing with Mahoro and Katsuma until you got back.

The boy grumbled but did as you asked, easily getting swept up in the competition of the game as you drifted to Bakugou’s side.

“I know that look,” You murmured into his ear, your hand covering his as you ignored the idle chatter coming from your friends and family around you. “What’s wrong?”

Bakugou clenched his teeth and debated about it for a second.

“Nothing.” He spat out eventually, choosing to deal with the old hag himself and you let him go when he stomped off, knowing that Kirishima or Kaminari would handle whatever it was that just happened if he didn’t want to talk to you about it. 

Momo greeted you warmly and a smile slipped onto your face as though it had never left. 

You hadn’t bothered to dress all that nice or different from your usual getup, feeling more comfortable in leather and all black that looked like you just came from a rock concert but you got the feeling that not everyone was feeling it as much as Jirou was when she came over to compliment you on your fashion taste.

Shoji and Koda each greeted you respectively and before you knew it, the catered dinner arrived and it was finally time to eat. The judging look you had been aware of from someone you didn’t recognize passing by as you brushed it off as unimportant and focused on helping Mitsuki set the table. 

You clapped your hands gleefully when Eri pitched in to help, complimenting her on how well of a job she did as she finished and you beamed at her when she smiled up at you.

Of course, Aizawa needed to help her since he didn’t want her to stand on a chair and lose her balance but it was easy enough to lift her up. She wasn’t that big yet. 

He had already told Mic he was dreading the day when she would grow up and have to leave home to start her own life and his husband patted him on the back sympathetically, reassuring him that it wouldn’t be the end of the world. 

They loved their children and their children absolutely adored them. 

You had told them as such on more than one occasion since they got insecure that they weren’t adequate parents but you reassured them that they were perfectly imperfect.

They put their kids’ health, safety and happiness before everything else and did everything they could for them. 

You wished your own parents had done that for you. 

As soon as you set down the place settings for everyone and called everyone in for dinner, they flooded the huge dining table that overflowed into the living area to accommodate everyone. 

Bakugou had left for a second to grab something from his old bedroom, promising to be back right away and you reassured him that you would be fine. 

You were barely into helping Mic convince a stubborn Kota to take a spoonful of green beans onto his plate, Shinsou helping Aizawa with Mahoro’s vegetable serving, when a throat cleared itself loudly.

The lively chatter died all around the table died down as grey eyes pierced your own and you stiffened but held your ground. 

You knew that look, you had seen it too many times. 

The older woman opened her mouth and spoke.

“So, you’re my grandson’s girlfriend?” She enunciated, looking you up and down from where she was sitting at the head of the table, her hands setting down her knitting project to glare at you. “I don’t see why he’s dating you.”

The expressions of shock at her vulgar words made several of your friends angry in your defense, Iida and Todoroki trembling in anger and Mina’s eyes narrowed as she dropped her happy-go-lucky personality in favor of ripping her a new one. 

But before any of them could act, she was continuing evenly.

“For someone who doesn’t know how to dress properly and looks like that, I mean, it’s already bad enough that your skin is that color, my dear, and you’ve ruined it even further with those ugly things.” She spat, unaware of the wrath she was evoking from every single person in the room. 

Kaminari’s electric eyes glowed as he saw red. “Bad enough?” 

“Excuse me?” Shoji seethed with unparalleled anger rising up in his chest, a rare sight for the normally calm and collected man.

Jirou, Ochako and Momo were furious at the way she was talking down to you and they shared a look amongst themselves, communicating wordlessly that this wasn’t going to be allowed to get out of hand any longer.

Kirishima was visibly shaking and even the normally shy Koda was fuming in his seat, openly glaring at the elderly woman who spewed insults at you. 

A chair scraped back as Midoriya shot up but you shook your head, holding your finger up to your lips as you subtly gestured for everyone to hold back. 

Aizawa’s nostrils flared from where he was covering Eri’s ears while several of his former students took care of the rest of the kids to make sure they wouldn’t hear this.

To their horror, the grandmother wasn’t even close to being done as she pointed a gnarly finger at you.

“Your job as a girl is to stay in the kitchen and attend to your husband. To even think you’re worth anything if you weren’t involved with my grandson is absurd.” She hissed at you venously, her skewed ideals rooted deeply in her beliefs and how she was raised. “You are a disgrace to even breathe the same air as someone like me.”

“Mother!!”

Bakugou’s father frantically tried to amend what had been done and Mitsuki was about to yell at her but you stopped her. 

Everyone’s eyes turned on you as you took a deep breath. 

“I’m sorry you feel that way, but I won’t apologize for being who I am.” You said quietly but firmly, failing to notice someone coming down the stairs and overhearing your steady words as they flowed from your lips like honey. 

Not tricks. Just genuine sympathy, like you didn’t even hear her say all those horrible things to you. 

It was supposed to be your boyfriend’s day and you weren’t going to ruin it for him in the same manner that she had just done. 

“I understand what you’re saying, but don’t you think that we should be allowed to love who we love?” 

You inclined your head slightly, allowing a sliver of the emotion you felt to slip onto your face as you glanced pointedly as Aizawa and Mic.

After you noticed her staring so openly at you, you also noticed that she would scowl whenever the two men would walk in the room and play with their kids and while you would take whatever she was going to throw at you, you weren’t going to tolerate the same for them.

They didn’t deserve that.

Holding up your arm, you inspected the ink running up and down the length of it. “As for my appearance, my style is my own. I don’t recall asking for your opinion.”

There were a couple of snickers from Jirou, Kaminari, Sero and Mineta as you put her in his place and Todoroki leaned back in his seat, gazing up at you proudly as you stood your ground without firing any hate back at the old woman. 

Hagakure clapped her hands jubilantly as a few cheers of agreement sounded around from the table but you had one more thing to say. 

Your eyes softened. “I understand how you may feel about me, but I don’t need your acceptance. I love myself just as I am and if Katsuki ever feels differently about me and we split, then we’ll split. But please do not judge my love for him based on how you believe I should be. I am who I am and I won’t ever apologize for that.”

“And you never fucking have to.”

Bakugou strolled into the dining area, smirking at the old hag who had the nerve to look shocked at his appearance. Of course she would be so fucking disgusting to say something this horrible to you when he wasn’t within earshot. 

Bitch. 

Blood relations didn’t excuse behavior. 

Narrowing his vermilion eyes at his grandmother, he faced her head on as he took your hand into his. 

“She’s my fucking girlfriend.” He declared, tenacity and stubbornness dripping off of his tone as he snarled at his grandmother. “And if you ever speak to her like that again—”

He nodded in time to Mic and Aizawa, the men who had mentored him and taught him almost everything he knew. 

“Or either of them, including the rest of these shitheads, I’ll fucking kill you.”

The veiled threat hung in the air and you squeaked as Bakugou abruptly dragged you to the front door.

“Where are you going?!” Mitsuki cried out, worried that you both were going to leave without eating anything and she was sad to think that her mother-in-law had driven you away.

Bakugou gnashed his teeth at the confused clamour that arose from his classmates. “Out!! We’ll be back later!!”

You could hardly get a word in edgewise as he dragged you all the way out to the car after barely giving you enough time to put on your shoes.

“Katsuki!! What—”

Your bewildered protests were interrupted as he whirled around and kissed you hard. You melted into his touch as his hot palms settled on your hips, pulling you flush against him. Whining softly when he pulled away, you panted as he breathed hard against you, his exhales fanning out over your face.

You were in a daze as he led you to the car, buckling you in before he got in the driver’s seat. 

And he drove, taking a detour that would take him towards the countryside where there were no people, no places, just you and him. 

Just how he liked it. 

The painted lavenders and pale pinks of the setting sun faded to midnight black with stars twinkling high above you as you cruised around for hours before he finally spoke. 

“I’m sorry.” He apologized quietly and you immediately grabbed his hand that wasn’t currently occupied with steering.

“No!! You don’t have anything to apologize for—”

“Yes I do.”

His grip tightened on the steering wheel a fraction as he slowly explained that if he had told you earlier about what she was capable of instead of ranting to his best friend like an idiot, maybe he could’ve—

“Katuski.”

Your soft murmur brought him back down to planet Earth and you shook your head firmly. 

“It’s not your fault.” You told him without wavering once as he brought the car to a stop just at the edge of the trail. “I don’t blame you at all.”

Bakugou slammed his hand against the steering wheel angrily. “Yes it fucking is!!!”

He ranted and he ranted about how he had come downstairs only to hear his own flesh and blood spitting those vile insults that you didn’t deserve at all. 

You didn’t deserve it at all.

You were quiet when he finished and when his chest was heaving with the spent rage he had aired out, you asked, “Feel better?”

“Like hell I do!!!” He snapped at you, about to go off again when he noticed the bemused expression on your face. “What the fuck, dumbass?”

You tilted your head in confusion. “Huh?”

“Why the hell aren’t you bothered at all?” He questioned, genuinely flabbergasted. 

Eyes clearing in understanding, you traced the back of his hand with your fingers. “Because it doesn’t bother me.”

At the sight of Bakugou opening his mouth, you hurried out, “I mean, do you really think someone like that gets to cut me down? Her words don’t mean anything to me.”

You hesitated and opened yourself a little bit, trusting him not to take advantage of your weakness because while her words stung in the moment, it was nothing your heart couldn’t come back from. But…

“If you were to say them, it would hurt a lot more, but I don’t think you would— eep!!”

You yelped as he dragged you over to his seat, yanking at the seatbelt that got in the way, but pulled you to his chest once he released the safety clip.

“Never.” He breathed against your hair, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head. “I would fucking never.”

You closed your eyes. “I know.”

There, in his car, you two stayed in a tight embrace under the stars until you it got late enough that you insisted you should go back and at least spend the rest of the time with your friends, which, if their sleeping schedules hadn’t changed since college, there was a good chance almost all of them would still be up.

So Bakugou drove you both back, his heart a little more at ease after he got to hold you close and be alone with you. 

That was all he wanted.

Well… He thought to himself as he unconsciously brushed his left hand over the small velvet box that had been hastily stuffed in his pocket the second he grabbed it from his room.

That and one other thing.

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the way i’m so obsessed w aizawa x student!reader like i’m going insane thinking ab the possibilities 😵‍💫😵‍💫

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Omega!Aizawa and Omega!Izuku x Protective!Alpha HCs

Anon: Hi i saw your blog and it just made me very fluffy and excited that another writer who writes for alpha reader. Its so rare for females. Somthing role reversal and not just femdom stuff you know. Anyways I love your recent and I can wait to read more from you.Could you write something about relationship headcannons of any character/s you want. Or maybe some protective alpha over omega. Anyone is fine.

(Yes! You are so right. Don’t get me wrong, I love Femdom, but it’s so hard to find fluffy role reversal stuff! So please enjoy a collection of protective!Alpha  hcs for Aizawa and Izuku, with some general headcanons thrown in. Enjoy~)

Shouta Aizawa-

After the incident at USJ, your Alpha had been constantly on edge.

If you were away from Shouta, you were nervous.

If you were with him, you were fiercely protective. 

Your Alpha wanted to tuck Shouta into his nest and never let him leave again.

While he was still in the hospital, Shouta appreciated the company and you helping him so he didn’t have to rely too heavily on the nurses. Once he went back to teaching, he began to get frustrated with how protective you were being. You needed to reassure yourself that he was okay though, so he had no choice but to let you get on with it.

One time,  Mic got a little overzealous with his gesticulations and almost hit Aizawa by accident. You snarled at the man so aggressively, Shouta told you off and kicked you out of his nest that evening. He may be an Omega, but that didn’t mean he was weak, and he certainly wasnt going to stand for you being aggressive towards his friends.

You knew you had gone too far and apologised, agreeing to dial it back a little after that.

You both compromised to find a solution to keep your Alpha happy and allow Shouta the independence he needed.

You agreed not to bother him whilst he was working.

And he agreed to let you scent and cuddle him in his nest when he returned home, to reassure yourself that he was okay.

Honestly, it wasn’t that hard to get him to agree. Your omega was weak to cuddles, for one thing, but USJ had shaken him up more than he let on, and daily nesting and cuddles was doing wonders for his overall stress levels.

You both had along way to go to recover, but together, you would do it.

Izuku Midoriya-

With such a sensitive and adorable omega, your Alpha was always running in circles.

(And also about .2 seconds from murdering Bakugou.)

Every time his eyes fill with tears, you run to him as fast as you can, cradling his face in your hands and delicately brushing away his tears with your thumb.

One time, Izuku had a horrible day followed by a horrible night, and without thinking he found himself standing outside your door.

You saw him standing there, shaking, tears falling down his face, and you didn’t hesitate to comfort him.

Midoriya crying can pull at even the coldest of heartstrings. You’re weak to him crying (and his puppy dog eyes).

You pulled him into your arms, scenting him like crazy as he pushed his face into your neck.

It took you twenty minutes to calm him down, snuggling him into your bed, stroking his hair.

The next day, your Alpha was insanely protective. 

Bakugou walked into the classroom and you were already growling.

(Until Aizawa kicked you out to go calm down)

Whenever you go out with Izuku, you always keep a hand clamped around his waist or shoulders, just to warn off any other Alphas or threats.

Because when you have a mate so cute, it’s hard to keep your hands off him.

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Shut up about your creepy ass obsession with the shitty t///erf wizard books and how you're not 'technically' supporting J//kr because you post 'Mar*uders Era',whatever the fuck that means.Where's my Todomomo DC au with Shouto as Tim,the rest of the Todosibs and Eri as the rest of the Batkids,Momo as Stephanie,Aizawa as Bruce,Rei as a mix of Selina and Talia,Rumi as Kory and Kirishima,Sero and Jirou as Bart,Kon and Cassie

🚫Pro ship/dark content and people who make 'parental issues' jokes dni🚫

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Images from the underground

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on the brink of going supernova

Day Twenty-seven: Accident

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Relationships: Izuku Midoriya & Aizawa Shouta

Word Count: 900

CW: Panic attack, intense depersonalization, mention of prior suicidal tendencies and self-harm

Context: Quirk accident in which Izuku gets hit by a quirk that causes him to lose all of his senses except for touch. This is his breaking point, and Aizawa is there to help calm him down.

"___" denotes speech out loud

<<___>> denotes letters written on a part of Izuku's body and the way other characters communicate with Izuku because he can't hear.

“This isn’t that bad,” Izuku tells himself, focusing on the way that his tongue moves in his mouth, the way the vowels feel, curling around in spit and hitting his tongue as they exit. He focuses on the way it vibrates in his throat, the way his vocal cords contract. “This isn’t anything, nothing compared to middle school.” He shouldn’t be saying this out loud, a part of him knows. But it doesn’t feel like talking, it doesn’t feel tangible because he can’t hear it. He’s talking but he can’t hear. “This isn’t anything compared to the time you got locked in the school bathroom for six hours and had to climb out the second story window. Or the time that Kaachan pushed you down the stairs.” He’s rocking back and forth, focusing on the vibrations, on the feelings because it’s all he has. Everything else feels too much. If he stops then there’s the fabric of the couch against his skin, and the bristling of his hair against his face. He can’t stop, won’t stop. “Remember when you cut yourself just to see if it would make you feel better, and it did, but then it just made you scared?”

He’d thrown the razor in the trash immediately after, scared of how it felt everytime he moved and the gauze shifted and hurt and he’d felt pleased. He stops talking after that, scared of what he’s said, scared of what’s in his head. Without the vibrations it’s hard to tell where he ends and the rest of the world begins. Izuku’s whole world right now is just himself, how he feels and his thoughts. His cheeks are warm and he reaches a hand up, pressing them just under his eyes and feeling the grit of tears there. A hand wraps itself around Izuku’s. It’s warm, calloused. He flinches wildly, hitting the back of the couch with his head. The vibration of his resulting hiss is like nails on a chalkboard and he keens, the noise like an electric toothbrush in his mouth.

<<PC>> Aizawa draws on his arm. Izuku relaxes monumentally, even more so when arms wrap around him from the front. Aizawa makes some kind of noise that Izuku can’t hear but the deep, rumbling vibrations make him relax even more until he’s putty in Aizawa’s hands.

“Stay,” Izuku pleads, words soft in his mouth, crumbling out. The vibrations don’t even reach his chest, but then he’s sobbing and he’s shaking all over.

<<OK>> Aizawa writes. His fingers are rough from years of use, scratchy against Izuku’s skin and just as warm. Izuku’s hands grip onto the silky fabric of Aizawa’s scarf, clutching it tightly. <<UR OK>>.

Izuku’s cheek smushes into Aizawa’s shirt as he shakes his head frantically. He’s not okay, he’s not, and he’s not going to be until this is all over. “I feel like I’m losing my mind,” he says, the words broken up by his breathing. His chest feels too tight, and hot. He feels something warm and large settle over his heart, thumping in a slow rhythm. One...Two...Three… it beats. Then he’s pulled to Aizawa’s chest. Aizawa’s beard is harsh against his cheek, tickly. Izuku’s chest clenches further, Aizawa keeps up the tapping against his back, and then he moves Izuku’s hands to rest on either side of his ribcage. He breathes deep, the inhale pushing Izuku’s hands apart, the exhale bringing them together. It feels like life, like Izuku is holding a kitten taking its first breaths, right out of the womb. Izuku’s chest loosens a little, then more as Aizawa continues, until it’s free and Izuku can feel his own ribcage expand just as wide.

<<OK?>> It’s on his cheek, written large right by his freckles. Izuku’s eyes feel disgusting, puffy and hot. He rubs them with his palms, rocking back when he applies too much pressure and hits himself in the face. Aizawa takes his forearms and moves them. Something cold wraps around his eyes instead.

<<CLOTH>> Aizawa writes. Izuku realizes he never answered Aizawa’s previous question. He thinks about what he was saying before, the way Aizawa had closed in so quickly, and he knows that Aizawa had been there for every word.

“Did you hear me?” He asks anyway, because he has to know.

The cloth doesn’t move, even as the couch dips beside him with Aizawa’s weight. Curled along his side, Aizawa puts <<YES>>

Izuku nods, closing his eyes. The feeling of his eyelashes against his cheeks is agonizing, but he ignores it, because at least he can feel them. At least it makes him feel real and here and alive. “I’m sorry,” he says.

<<NO>>

“Yes.” The way he stresses the word makes his throat ache. “I didn’t mean for you to hear that.”

<< I KNOW>> Aizawa puts on the palm of his hand. Izuku curls his fingers around the digit, like a monkey clinging to its mother’s back for dear life. Aizawa takes residence on his upper arm instead. <<SLEEP>>

Izuku nods, and lets Aizawa pull him down. He’s expecting the rough couch but the fabric under Izuku’s cheek is hot from body heat, and it’s soft, and it moves with Aizawa’s breaths. Izuku’s asleep before he registers anything at all.

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I support villain!Aizawa as in he would go vigilante against the commission after he realizes it’s corrupt but he would never join the LOV because they hurt his kids

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aizawa, looking at his class fooling around : i guess they're kind of cute sometimes

class 1-a : what?

aizawa : i said i won't miss you when i'm not your homeroom teacher anymore

aizawa, internally : shit, that was a close one

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T-Tamaki…my poor boi…(´°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥ω°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥｀)

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Miscommunications - Pages 16 - 20

I changed how a drew kids a bit in this time so the design of bby Shouta from the last update and this one changed a bit. Also Hizashi is most precious bean and I wanted to cry the entire time I was drawing him. 

Pages: 1 - 3 II 4 - 6 II 7 - 8 II 9 - 12 II 13 - 15 II 16 - 20 II

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