Mic: how much could I possibly owe you? five thousand, six thousand yen?

Aizawa: two hundred and sixty-four thousand, six hundred and eleven yen

Mic: Yen?! wait, of course yen, why was that the part I was surprised by?

Midoriya: has anyone seen Aizawa?

Uraraka: it’s 10 am, I would be worried if he as here

They’re missing some subtle red flags here.

Have we ever talked about how unmistakably cursed this is?

⚠️K!nktober/nnn Day 2 with Aizawa and fem y/n! Prompt used: B0ndæge

NOTHING SUS BOUT THIS TUMBLR HES JUST HOLDING HER AND BEING INNOCENT ….

For the “FULL ADÜŁT” vers of this just check out my Tw!tter ;) (18+ 0nly)

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Title: First Night Back Home

Pairing: Shota Aizawa x Fem!Reader

Summary: You were a pro hero in your own right and longtime girlfriend of UA teacher Shota Aizawa. After a few weeks abroad on your own, you return to your shared apartment late at night. You’ve missed each other, and are looking for some catch up intimacy to make up for that time away.

Notes: This is set in the same AU as my other Shota x Reader fic. Check out the masterlist for more.

Warnings: *contains smut* Nothing over the top, just vaginal intercourse with fluff following after. Mention of reader getting a little excited though thinking about others wanting her as part of that hero fame.

My Masterlist

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The new school year at UA had already started. But you’d been out of the country the last few weeks, visiting the United States again from Japan as you did several times a year. It was a ton of work, leading this double life so to speak as a pro hero with dual registration in both countries.

But if you weren’t active a certain amount of weeks a year in the U.S., your hero license there would expire. To be honest, the U.S. was the country you had far more name recognition in currently. Yet, it was also where all your blood family still was. And the thought of letting your license lapse there, and then not even being able to legally lift a finger should a villain attack while you were visiting your siblings or parents one day was something you wouldn’t have been able to live with.

But you’d likely never have a permanent home in the states again either for obvious reasons. Well, one obvious reason at least. As you took this long commercial flight over a darkening Pacific Ocean yet again on your way back to Japan, you only had that man, Shota Aizawa in your mind once more.

He’d have his hands full with his brand new class now of course. You tried to limit your calls and texts to him every year during this time if you happened to be away. He put so much focus into his first year students whenever a new class enrolled. Hopefully he wouldn’t feel compelled to expel/reenroll as many this year though.

Really it was Present Mic you had messaged with back and forth the most these past few days, your coconspirator so to speak when you’d realized you were getting to come home a couple nights earlier than expected this trip.

You and Mic had chatted often, and he was all for keeping this a surprise. Though you’d asked several times as to Shota’s current mood to judge if you’d need to be coming in prepared for an overly grumpy Eraser or not.

All Might himself was also joining the faculty this year as well, and that was all any of the media could talk about. So it’d be hard to quantify the added pressure and distraction that his addition may cause for all the other UA staff. Surely it could rub Shota the wrong way, regardless of your shared respect for All Might’s reputation, if the school became more a circus because of the flashy number one hero.

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By the time your flight had landed and you’d claimed your bags, then caught a taxi from the airport all the way to UA, it was well into the night and far past school hours.

In the morning you’d have to call and see what assignments the Japanese hero agency you were registered with had for you this month. But you split your time between that agency and part time work for the school. So sometimes you’d be on campus and other times not.

When you did reach the faculty apartments at last, you tried to be quiet. Not really sure who was already asleep and who wasn’t as you reached Shota’s door and swiped your keycard.

You weren’t surprised to find the lights already off inside. And of course Pixie, your shared little tuxedo cat with his stubby tail, already purring and trying to weave himself in and out of your ankles as soon as you opened the door.

Of course the cat had heard you coming, but had Shota? That all depended on if he’d already fallen asleep or not. Sneaking up on pro hero Eraser Head on the battlefield may be near impossible. But with the high security at UA naturally providing some sense of safety, and how tired he likely was after a long day admonishing over zealous first years, sometimes you had a chance here.

Just leaving your bags and shoes by the door as you locked it back behind you, you didn’t turn on any lights. You knew the apartment layout by heart of course, and it was actually a little fun to pretend just for a moment that this was only another stealth mission with a very desirable target for you.

As you moved down the hallway barefoot, you were still listening intently. But when you did near the doorway to your bedroom, you heard that tell tale deep breathing in an instant.

Oh yes. He was most definitely out, sleeping like a rock.

And maybe if you hadn’t already been away for weeks, you would have gladly let that poor man get his rest. But some things couldn’t be helped. You’d missed him as always. And if you waited all the way until morning to show him just how much you’d missed him, you likely wouldn’t get the chance at all. He’d be solely focused on his lesson plans for the day by then, and wanting to get to the teacher’s lounge almost as soon as the sun came up no doubt.

And hell, if what you were planning to do really did rob him of any needed sleep, he could always nap a little longer in his sleeping bag tomorrow. Everyone just expected that from him by now anyway.

For Pixie the cat’s part, satisfied that everyone was now home and safe, and realizing you weren’t going to feed him a second dinner this late, he’d sauntered off to go lay on his multilevel fuzzy cat tower.

So that did leave just you and your target as you moved closer to the minimalist bed frame that wasn’t much step above just having a mattress on the floor really. But that’s how Aizawa was. If you hadn’t moved in too, then Pixie’s combination cat bed and tower likely would have remained the only bed in this apartment.

Shota was certainly someone who required very little, or at least rarely considered why added creature comforts would even be necessary.

The plain curtains were almost fully pulled closed over the bedroom windows as well. But the slightest rips in them (Pixie’s handiwork of course) did let in just enough moonlight for you to see Aizawa’s messy black hair splayed out across his pillow. Even loosely tied, it still spread easily.

He was sleeping on top the blankets as well you noticed, too unbothered to have even gotten beneath them apparently. And his chest was still rising and falling steadily as you now removed your clothes to pile them around your ankles on the floor.

On the yearly list of most popular female heroes, you were fairly sure you’d never made anything close to the front page. But with as aggressively as agencies marketed you all these days, you were still certain at least somebody, somewhere had to have a full body poster of you up on their wall right now.

Something in full costume of course, in whatever pose you’d been coached to stand in at the time. Those sessions would never be your favorite part of this job by any means. But on the other hand, you were human too. You were imperfect. And somewhere deep down it’d be a lie to say that that rare thought of being physically desired by strangers didn’t arouse you too sometimes.

That marketing was a double edged sword of course, a pendulum that could easily turn from empowerment to exploitation, regardless of a hero’s gender. But for you, there could be that need to feel wanted, a confidence in your own body validated in those times.

As you kneeled gently onto the mattress, it helped to have that bit of pride here as well. To think to yourself that even after having had you so many times before, that Shota would still want you too. And that you, climbing onto his bed nearly nude in the middle of the night was something others might actually dream of.

You were only in your underwear then as you touched his clothed chest gently, running your hand down to his waistband as you spoke his codename quietly.

“Eraser…” You said, though even now ready to move if he would be startled awake too abruptly. Yet somehow he never had in the past. He always still seemed to know when it was you.

And he did shift slightly, but his eyes didn’t open. He was only missing his boots, scarf, and goggles as you looked him over. “You fell asleep in your clothes again,” You continued gently as you unfastened his belt. Yourself quite well practiced by now actually as you loosened the buckle with one hand.

But when there was no further reaction, you only moved the bottom of his black shirt up just as softly. The lean muscle of his abdomen then exposed as you edged your palm out across his skin and some of the older scars there.

You raised an eyebrow not long after though, yourself finally starting to smirk when you began to massage lower and lower towards his belt line again. There could be no way he was really still this asleep after so much touching. “You’re just going to let me do this all by myself, huh?” You asked tauntingly.

But you waited. And you waited in the silence of the bedroom. So maybe that really was the game he wanted to play then? To see how far you’d get all on your own tonight? Well, you were very adaptable after all. You could accept that challenge, now using both your hands as you unbuttoned and unzipped his pants next.

Yet you were the one to find yourself quite surprised then. Because there was no feel of boxers underneath this time. Just his nudity waiting for you beneath those black pants as you’d pulled the fabric back to expose him.

“I thought this might be more efficient for you,” his low voice spoke up from the dark at last with your realization, just that tiniest trace of dry humor in his tone as your hand had accidentally grazed his member in your surprise. “I knew you wouldn’t want to waste time. But your error was that you forgot about the banking app. It buzzed my phone all afternoon when you were buying things at the airport.”

“Dammit,” You cursed lightly with a defeated smile. He was right, you had completely forgotten that you’d linked your accounts just recently. “Well, I was hungry at the food court. I hadn’t eaten all day.” You countered quietly. “There was a police chase this morning with a guy who could summon insects. It was a mess. And then I had to file all this paperwork after capturing him, oh and I bought you a Nyan cat keychain too at this little kiosk since your old maneki-neko one got broken. And a book for the plane ride for me…”

“Uh huh,” He answered sleepily, already closing his eyes again before he wrapped his arms around you to pull you easily down into laying on top of him.

“Long day for you as well?” You asked almost rhetorically then. You thought mention of the new keychain would at least get a little reaction from him. Though you had no doubt that he’d still end up using it. “Mic told me your new class was something else. Is it really so rough?”

Shota grunted slightly at the question, the stubble of his unshaven face then burying roughly against your neck before he responded. “They’re extremely ill prepared. One student breaks his own bones, ending up in the infirmary every time he overuses his quirk. And another just keeps screaming at him to an obsessive level, trying only to outdo him each training session instead of focusing on the tasks assigned.”

“Wow…sounds like quite the duo.” You answered sympathetically. But there’d be plenty of nights in the coming weeks to talk about the ongoing trials and tribulations of the new class 1-A you were sure. For now, you just wanted to reconnect with yourhero.

And you left nothing up for interpretation there, showing that need as your hand moved back between his legs. “I missed you,” You spoke, just as you started to stroke him gently.

With the way he spread his legs a little to make more room for you though, he clearly wasn’t adverse to this idea. But you felt him relax his head back into his pillow just the same afterward, apparently all too content to let you take the lead.

But even if this type of lazy sex was something others may not have always enjoyed, wanting their partner to come alive and really show their passion for them in the bedroom, you knew there was a time and a place for everything.

He was tired, and even so he’d still somewhat planned this for you. He didn’t leave things in complete silence either as you felt him hardening beneath your hand. “You always say that…and I still wonder why.” He breathed, shifting slightly under your continued stroking.

“Well you shouldn’t wonder any longer. And if you tell me that I can do better than you one more time…” You threatened somewhat tauntingly. If you’d heard it once, you’d heard it countless times. He’d accepted your and his relationship years ago, but it didn’t mean he’d yet ever fully accepted himself or learned to agree with your high value of him.

He thought you were just some sort of anomaly really. This odd girl, who’d become an odd woman who was still wholly loyal to him and desired him for reasons he would never grasp.

But you could list off so many justifications without even trying. You loved his analytical mind, his intelligence and quick wittedness. And his personality, rough around the edges surely, but truly honorable and self sacrificing when it came down to it. He didn’t seek fame or glory, but he’d never hesitated to defend the innocent, even if it could cost him everything.

Yes, his dry humor and intimidating exterior hid much of what was beneath. But he loved his work, he loved his friends, and he loved…you.

You weren’t too surprised either as you felt him raise his head slightly again, even though his eyes were still closed as he kissed you softly. And you did let your lips part, letting him taste you as his hips began to move languidly in tandem with your continued stroking beneath his waist.

He was already ready you knew. And there was no reason for purposefully extended foreplay when he had class in the morning and you were still this jet lagged.

You only broke the kiss to shift around so you could pull his pants the rest of the way off before slipping your underwear off too. Your bra and bikini briefs joined the pile on the floor with the rest of your clothes as you saw his eyes open in a half lidded look to observe you.

You had his attention. Even his expectation too as you felt his fingertips meet your now equally bare hips. He didn’t have to guide you though. You took him in one hand again, positioning his tip against your entrance and rubbing the flesh lightly together there. It was not to tease him, but only to finish getting yourself wet enough before you could settle down around him.

It didn’t take much though. Just a little more play, followed by a little tightness and discomfort before you could fully press yourself onto him. That sense of fullness was rewarding on its own though before you finally began to move against him.

He made an involuntary sound somewhere between a grunt and a sigh as you felt his grip on your hips only tighten.

You liked when he made those noises of course. Gradually working this normally stoic man into a clearly aroused state was something extremely intimate. A side of him just for you as you pumped your hips at variable rhythms now, letting him slide almost fully out at times before burying him in your heat all over again.

And he gave you full control. Yet still watching you as your naked body moved above him, riding him really as his own breathing started to increase.

The heavy look in his eyes wasn’t just from fatigue now. It was a daze of pleasure. He growled your name then, yet almost too quiet to hear over the creaking of the mattress and that tell tale sound that could only come from your bodies hitting harder and harder together.

Maybe there was still something a little improper to it all. You weren’t married, but that was a whole other story. The fear of going public and making either of you just too much of a target for the other’s enemies was one concern. As it was now, besides your own family, only the other UA faculty and just a few of your most trusted coworkers at your Japanese hero agency knew of your relationship and this shared apartment.

Yet the funny thing was, you’d still been together more years than some other heroes’ marriages had even lasted. Maybe one day you’d change your minds to make things official that way on paper, but everything worked so well just as it was now.

His grip on you was growing even harsher after a while though, and you knew he had to be close. You kept thrusting, even as you leaned back down to kiss his neck before speaking lewdly in his ear. “Do you want me to stay on you, baby?”

You’d leave it up to him if he wanted to pull out or not. You were fairly confident in your birth control, but sometimes he still worried, over thinker that he was. Simply adopting the cat had been like an act of congress. As much as he’d always wanted several of the little furballs, he didn’t want to be responsible for any other living thing unless he thought he could do it 100%.

So practical, this man.

“Well?” You breathed, hearing another slight moan from him instead of real answer.

“Stay,” he huffed, hands on your ass now as he held you tight, keeping himself buried in you as his other muscles tightened.

You smirked in pleasure against his neck as you felt that slight jerking, the abrupt pulsing then inside you as he came and his breath hitched harshly.

His seed filled you, only a few remnants escaping to drip back down onto his thighs before he finally relaxed again. But you felt his lips on the side of your face next, then meeting your own lips again as you turned your head to reciprocate.

Yet he still didn’t pull out of you, kissing you fully as he bid you to lay back down onto him. He turned you both then with little effort, now on your sides and him still holding you with one arm, before he reached out and folded the bed’s comforter over you both with his other.

Well, obviously this was then how you would be sleeping tonight, as he broke the kiss and nuzzled his face back into your neck. His hair tie had come out somewhere in the movements and you now reached up enough to smooth your fingers through the thick black strands of his hair.

There was nothing else that really needed to be said. Not that he’d answer anyway as within only a few minutes of stroking his hair, you felt his breathing deepen again.

Eraser was asleep once more. And in within not too much longer, you gladly joined him.

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The next morning

The next thing you knew, something fuzzy and hot was half covering your face as you moved your hand to try and shoo the creature away enough to at least be able to breathe properly. “Pixie, you better have at least wiped your feet this time.” You mumbled to the over affectionate cat as he fully ignored your pleas. The last thing you needed was dirty litter pieces on the pillows again.

But his ears only perked up then at the specific sound of dry food being poured into his metal bowl in the kitchen. And at that he all too happily used your head as a launching pad, the gluttonous little traitor abandoning you in an instant at the promise of breakfast.

Which of course meant that Shota was already well into his own morning routine as you tried to squint at the digital clock near the bedside.

6:14 a.m.

“Guh. Already?” You sighed. You’d have to call your agency shortly. They didn’t even know you were back in town yet.

You tried to pull the comforter back up over your head, if only for a little while longer. But it was wholly futile as you felt a larger weight suddenly press down on the edge of the mattress beside you instead.

“Being lazy?” Came the dry question, even as Shota pulled the comforter back down just as easily. Yourself still fully nude from last night and only looking up at him tiredly then as you lost the protection of the bedspread.

“Not all of us get to pull out a sleeping bag later in the day you know,” You taunted back a little, not missing the brief glance he gave your breasts before he looked back to your eyes.

He was already fully dressed again, scarf and all as he seemed to manifest a full folder of paperwork from thin air abruptly. “When you call your agency this morning, let them know you’re already booked for today.”

“Oh?” You raised an eyebrow, sitting up as he then handed you the folder. You pulled the comforter back up over your chest in the cool apartment, then opening the documents curiously.

It was all reports on individuals and their quirks, their observed strengths and weaknesses to this point. Each file had a name and a photo, just a bunch of kids’ faces staring back at you. “So are these your new goslings, mother goose?” You questioned after a moment, of course enjoying the instant eye twitch you received from Aizawa in return.

“I want you to meet us at the Ground Beta training site at 15:00.” He answered stiffly. “I was going to put this off another week, but as you’re back in town already, I’d like to get this done before you get a full schedule again from your agency.”

“And yet you still haven’t told me the assignment, love.” You answered back. Knowing the UA and their above and beyond methods, there really was no telling of what he’d want from you.

“Hostage and deescalation training.” He answered simply. “Their last exercise was two on two, one villain and one hero team in a scenario where the villains had a bomb. The results were extremely mixed.” He was watching you again as he continued. “And you’re one of the best in the active hero registry with hostage negotiations. I thought you could bring more realism to the exercise given past experience.”

Even when giving you compliments, sometimes he still made it all sound so factual that it wasn’t even flattering. But yes, negotiations when lives were on the line was a specialty of yours, so you couldn’t argue the logic there.

“And am I to be the hostage or the hostage taker?” You asked, though already thinking you knew the answer to that for the fact he’d given you all these kids’ files to analyze.

“Hostage taker. Mic volunteered to be your hostage.”

“I only get one?” You smirked, imagining already oh so many ways this could spin out of control. “You know it’s normally at least three.”

“Everyone else had prior commitments. I checked with other falculty yesterday once I knew you were already at the airport.” Shota contended.

“I see. Well I guess I better study up in between doing laundry today then.”

“I’d recommend it. They’re inexperienced and unorganized, but they get a lucky shot in now and again.”

“Listen to that proud papa.” You teased, but glancing at the clock again. You knew he’d be wanting to leave momentarily. “Maybe you’ll stop back in to see me for lunch? If you’re not taking a nap in the teacher’s lounge anyway.”

He smirked a little at the invitation. “We’ll see.” But he leaned in then to give you a quick kiss goodbye before he stood back up again.

As he walked away, you could see him twirling that Nyan cat keychain you’d bought him on one finger, his other hand in his pocket. He must have had the keychain concealed in his palm this whole time.

“Thank you for the gift.” He said, looking back one more time though before he left the bedroom, that rarer shit-eating grin on his face that you knew meant trouble. “Oh, and All Might will be one of the judges this afternoon as well. So no pressure, fangirl.”

“I am not!” You retorted with all the conviction of an embarrassed teenager. Okay, maybe you secretly were a little…but come on, who hadn’t grown up watching him by this point? He was a big deal.

“Should I tell him about your beach towels with his face on them?” His voice still carried over from the other room.

“My sister gave me those and they’re very tasteful!” You retorted, though trying not to laugh.

“Uh huh. Just be ready this afternoon, kitten.” He taunted, as you heard him unlocking the front door.

“I’ll be there! Bright eyed with bells on, love.” You called back, still amused even as you heard the main apartment door shut back behind him.

After he was gone you then just propped yourself up in the pillows, grabbing the files again as you started to read through them. You’d get up, call your hero agency, start laundry, shower, and make yourself breakfast soon enough.

For now, you had twenty would be heroes to acquaint yourself with. Their quirks were definitely a mixed bag as well: explosion, creation, half-cold/half hot, engine, zero gravity, tail, navel laser, hardening, dark shadow, electrification, acid, anivoice, frog, earphone jack, tape, dupli-arms, sugar rush, invisibility, pop off, and…super power?

Well that last one sounded oddly generic. And that student’s sheet was actually the most sparse of all of them, further catching your attention. Parents typically registered their children’s quirks from very early on. So someone in their teens should have a decent amount of detail already in the national registry for UA to pull into their student record.

“Interesting…” You spoke to yourself, well yourself and Pixie too as he finally rejoined you on the bed. But as you did look further down this student’s otherwise blank page, you were even more intrigued to realize the handwritten note at the very bottom was in Aizawa’s handwriting.

Kitten, this is the one who breaks his own bones. He has no quirk on record before his time at UA. My words of advice, he’s more of an All Might fan than you. And if he starts to name a US city or state as he pulls his fist back, I suggest you move.Good luck this afternoon. -Eraser

There was a little cat version of a sharp toothed smiley face drawn as well as you gave Pixie an odd look. “Your master, Pix. I swear. I think he’s setting me up here. But it should prove to be a memorable evening regardless.”

So much for taking it easy on your first day back. But this was the hero life after all. Never a dull moment.

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More of this pairing to come at some point.Thank you for reading! ❤️

Title: What the Heart Wants

Pairings: Young!Shota Aizawa x GN!Reader

Summary: You were a young hero in training, living in the United States. And when your high school offered an exchange internship to one of the hero agencies in Japan, you were first in line. But the last thing you expected was to fall for another of their young hopefuls.

Notes: Story features the other dumbigos as well. It’s implied that this story is just the reader reminiscing, and that the reader and Aizawa have been in an established relationship ever since.

Warnings: Mention of blood and a little battle damage, otherwise just superpowered teenage friends being pretty wholesome honestly.

My Masterlist

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The first time you’d ever met the now pro hero Eraser Head, he hadn’t been much more than another teenager in over their head so much like yourself.

Back then you hadn’t known how to say no to anything either. While most of your classmates had been taking the typical internship offers from your state’s local hero agencies, you’d heard about a new exchange program abroad. And of course you’d jumped at the opportunity, anything to set yourself even one hair’s edge above the amazing competition.

Your Japanese had been terrible too honestly, so much so that you’d almost been afraid to speak for fear of ridicule once you reached Japan.

Luckily, the hero you were assigned to, Stunner Man was fluent in several languages. And his quirk was something akin to fireworks from his body at will, like a human flash bang. It greatly complimented your own quirk of consuming light energy to then expel it as energy blasts as well.

For the first few jobs together, you’d likely grown too confident and complacent because of this. It was all too easy to replace your own energy by drawing in that light from his fireworks. Sometimes to the point that all around you went dark, before then expelling the energy again as concentrated blasts from your hands to help incapacitate the small time villains you both ran across.

But then had come that rainy night and reports of a much stronger villain taking out actual teams of heroes somewhere downtown. Multiple agencies had responded to this of course, but your hero had been adamant about you staying behind. This was real danger he said, and it would be unheroic to let your desire for success blind you to your own inexperience. You would be a liability in the main battle, and you could be just as valuable assisting firemen and police in their efforts to evacuate the nearby apartment buildings instead.

Of course you were obedient, and so there you’d been, running up the stairs and through the corridors as fire alarms blared and people cried in panic in these high rise buildings. You’d put on your best act of confidence, directing the scared people to exits, asking them to mind their neighbors. You told them not to push, to please help those that were elderly or disabled, and that it would all be all right. Surely it would be because so many pro heroes were now on the job.

But just as you were almost done clearing the last floor at the top of that building, a terrible crash had sounded from far down the hall. Maybe debris breaking through from the nearby battle? You were cautious enough though to make sure that the police and firemen safely exited this floor entirely with the last civilians before you went to investigate.

You would make sure no one was left behind, that no one was hurt or trapped. But as you’d rounded the corner, in a glitter of broken glass and blood, that was where you’d first seen Shota Aizawa…Eraser Head.

He was only a sidekick you thought immediately though just from his age, so similar to your own. Yet he was already trying to get back to his feet even as you called out to him. The hole he’d come through in the large windows and the cracked wall around it were letting the rain now blow fiercely inside.

“Get back!” He’d yelled right back to you in Japanese however. As if he wasn’t losing blood all over the floor as you did pause brief enough to hear an odd humming sound outside even over the rain.

It was reflex of course. He hadn’t even been facing you, but the way he tensed you’d assumed what was going to happen only that fraction of a second before it did. Before whatever villain had just thrown him through this window attacked again, you’d used your energy reserves to make a shield of light between Shota and the broken windows and wall.

The blast that came through the hole had likely been intended to finish the boy. As it was, it still exploded violently against your force field, the recoil sending pain through your arms as you’d dug your boots into the floor beneath you as much as you could just to keep from being knocked backwards with the force.

You wouldn’t be able to take another direct strike like that without gathering more energy. And in the confusion as the blast did dissipate, you ran forward, grabbing the boy by the wrist. “Come on!”

You only saw the surprise in his reddened eyes for just a moment, the first time he’d really looked at you. His shaggy black hair was dripping on you from the rain before you both ran together.

“It’s going to get dark. Just hold on to me and trust me!” You spoke as you pulled your goggles down from off your head to cover your eyes in mid run. The goggles were a support item developed especially for you. In darkness you could switch between night-vision and thermal imaging to allow you to still see when your opponents and even teammates could not. And when you used your light abilities to discharge energy again, the opacity of the lenses darkened instantly to keep you from being blinded by the brightness of your own quirk as well.

As you both ran, you activated your quirk to draw energy from the artificial lighting in the hallway. True to your word, the whole hall became almost pitch black in short time. Your skin darkening to an inhuman shade as well as you used your power, a color akin to the lightless void now around you as you led him to a stairwell in the center of the building.

“Will the villain follow us in?” You asked as you closed the door, but making sure not to absorb all the light of the stairwell as well as you could still hear people making their way down to evacuate below. You knew you couldn’t stay in this place long. You had to protect these people you had already been trying to rescue as well. But information was always crucial to having a better chance at victory, and you needed anything that the boy could tell you quickly now.

As you lifted your goggles back up in the light of the stairwell, you were already trying to assess his wounds as well. But when you realized he was just staring at you, you finally made eye contact with him again just before he spoke.

“He’s more powerful out in the open.” The boy said. “So I don’t think he’ll follow us inside yet. But you’re assuming I’m a hero?” He sounded somewhat surprised? But the way he was looking you over, he was also trying to discern your quirk even in his own confusion.

“You told me to get back when I found you in the hallway, even though you were hurt.” You saw now that most of the blood was coming from his lower abdomen. A puncture wound maybe? “Who else would worry about others even when being attacked themselves?”

You saw his eyes widen a little at the sort of compliment, but you kept on. “And I’m sorry if I’m hard to understand. My name is (Y/N). I’m from the United States. Part of the intern exchange. I’m working for Stunner Man right now.”

“I can understand you.” He admitted. Though still looking at you in that odd way. “My name is Shota Aizawa.” He paused, seeming a little less confident, before he admitted his nickname. “Codename Eraser Head. I’m interning from the UA with His Purple Highness.”

“Oh,” You said, impressed truthfully, as that school’s hero course was obviously world renowned. But from the quizzical look you couldn’t help but show at his codename, he clearly had already discerned your next question.

He answered before you could ask, but even as he did you could tell he was already steeling himself for your disappointment. “I can erase others’ quirks just by looking at them.”

“You can…what?” You stared helplessly, for a moment almost forgetting your training to always be cool and collected as you tried to fathom what on earth this boy could really mean.

But he just stared back at you, was he that surprised at your reaction?

When he said nothing more, you had to shake away your shock to press further. “I’m sorry. This might be the language barrier again, but I need you to explain that to me please.”

Hero work could lead to unexpected team up situations at any time. And if this was to be one of those times, you both needed to know what you would be dealing with.

He frowned slightly, like he was having to talk more about himself than he was comfortable with. But he did comply. “If I activate my quirk while someone is in my direct line of sight, it inactivates theirs. But I can only do it for so long. Once I blink, or the line of sight is broken, their powers will come back.”

Silence hung between you for one long moment after his admission, and you could sense the tangible unease building in him.

You didn’t mean to make him jump either when you just blurted out. “That’s amazing!”

You still didn’t yell, but it was loud enough to be unexpected. But you couldn’t help it. You’d never heard of such a quirk. How could anyone be so powerful to make someone else quirkless just by looking at them!?

And why the hell did he look so self conscious about this? “You can’t be this modest. How are you not believing me that this is amazing!? I bet you only got thrown in here then because the rain obscured your vision, right!?” Your voice was quickening with your excitement. Your strategies to victory also readily multiplying in your brain. You could make a shield of light to push away the rain and Shota could look at the villain to make them helpless, then you could take them out with a subsequent light blast!

“My quirk has no offensive merit.” He deadpanned.

“Not every quirk has to!” You retorted, but maybe yourself now finally starting to understand a hint to his self conscious nature. “There are always multiple ways to win! Don’t they teach you that at UA?”

“We need to get moving,” He grumbled still in resistance to this subject. “People could be being killed out there.”

He wasn’t wrong you knew, as you nodded. “I’m sorry. I was just trying to gather information.” Which fair was fair as you tried to keep your own explanation as straight forward as you could.

“As you saw, my quirk is that I can absorb visible light energy. It doesn’t matter what kind. I darken everything as I absorb the light around me. I can store it inside myself, then discharge it when I’m ready, to make force fields for defense…or light blasts for offense or distraction to blind opponents.” Like everyone though, there was always still a catch as you continued. “But the weakness is that once I’ve discharged what I have, I’m tapped out until I can absorb more light. Which, at night in a rainstorm like this…there’s not much to be had.”

He was mostly stone faced as he listened to you though. But there was an analytic sharpness to his eyes, like you were inputting information into a human calculator before abruptly he tried to walk back away from you as if to continue up the stairs.

“I have a plan then,” He announced quietly, his back already to you again.

As much as you somehow believed him already though, you grabbed his hand before he could get much farther. “And whatever that plan is, we still won’t be much help to anyone if you faint from blood loss.”

It was obvious he was someone not used to being touched, you could tell that from the instant way he stilled and looked back at you.

But you didn’t weaken at the stare, only offering him a slight smile. “I’ve been trained in emergency first aid as well. There are first aid kits all through this stairway.” You’d passed them on the way up. “I’ll be quick, alright?”

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The logical side of him must have won out that night in that stairwell. He’d known you were right about at least stopping his bleeding. But that was the real beginning you thought. This odd relationship that would keep its hold on you both for so many years to come.

Him, still so skinny then and self conscious, quiet and awkward as he’d sat on one of the stairs, holding his shirt up so you could clean and disinfect the wound just above his belt while you kneeled in front of him. Luckily the injury was not as deep as it could have been. Just too wide to close or clot on its own as you’d wrapped his abdomen with the appropriate bandages after cleaning out the debris.

And you kept your word, you still weren’t negligent of your duty as a hero in training even then. You didn’t waste any time at all, being as quick and efficient as you could while working on him. But even if all your training told you to also keep your mind on the mission at hand, you’d still felt that warmth in you.

The intimacy was practical, professional. But it still had its effect as you’d run your fingers across his abdomen to finish securing the bandage. You felt him tremble just for the slightest moment, and then it was over. His shirt was back down and he was standing again.

He’d only muttered a quick “Thank you,” as you’d both headed for the roof to execute his plan.

And still only being teenagers then, the clumsiness of your yelling and waving to attract the villain’s attention again would be something you’d both have been embarrassed about now. But at the time, you’d really both done rather well considering your low experience levels.

That villain of course hadn’t been the only villain that night. The main heroes had had their hands full with the other, stronger one at the heart of downtown. This one had been more like the sidekick really, just trying to keep on the outskirts to run interference and keep even more heroes from joining the fray for his boss.

He’d picked off Shota earlier he thought, so he was easy to get worked up when he realized Aizawa was now back for more.

But that villain had drawn his power from the difference of electrical charges in the air. Obviously then at an even greater advantage over the two of you with the thunderstorm above. But the trick had only been avoiding his electrical blasts, but drawing the light energy from them enough times to eventually surprise him with a big enough blast in return.

There’d been a few miscues of course, as well as you using your shielding to protect Shota all the while trying not to get hit either before you could finally land that big enough return hit to stun the villain. Then Shota binding him up in his scarf like weapon and removing the enemy’s quirk long enough to deliver a decisive knockout kick to the villain’s head.

It was your first ever victory as a team.

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And it’d been a bit of a whirlwind afterward. The congratulations and acknowledgement from your respective heroes for the small, but positive role you had both played of course. But more personally for you, you had owed so much to one of Shota’s best friends you had met immediately in the hustle and bustle afterward.

Oboro Shirakumo, otherwise known as Loud Cloud had been there immediately, ecstatic to hear the story of Shota’s and your success. His extroverted and effervescent personality such a direct opposite to Aizawa’s quiet nature. But Oboro had been the one seemingly so excited to learn you were from the United States as well.

He’d insisted that he, Shota, and their fellow UA student and other best friend, Hizashi Yamada (codename Present Mic) show you the real young hero life in Japan before you would leave again in the coming weeks.

Without Oboro’s intervention, there was likely no way otherwise you would have gotten to see the shy Aizawa so many times again after that night.

As a group the four of you had gone to malls, out to eat, and to see the touristy sights you likely never would have gone to alone. They didn’t even make fun of your bad Japanese, well not seriously anyway. Hizashi did a few times, but in a way that had you laughing with him as he teasingly walked you through a few pronunciations you’d butchered yet again.

On your last night in Japan, you’d been feeling a little sad really though as you’d wished you had gotten to speak to Shota a little more one on one. Even though he’d accompanied you all on your excursions together in those few weeks, you still had noticed how little he really talked and how often he seemed to always be looking away from you.

In the end you just had to think you were being silly for the way you’d felt in the stairwell with him briefly that night and how often you’d thought of him ever since. You’d probably never see him again you knew.

That night though you’d all gone to a park together that met the beach and ocean. Oboro was insistent that you needed to see the view of the sea there before you flew back to the United States the next morning.

Oboro had made one of his clouds, taking just the two of you up high into the air. As Shota and Hizashi still on the ground grew smaller and smaller, you did look away to the horizon and the starlit ocean beyond. It was beautiful of course.

But what Oboro said next, made you forget all about that view entirely.

“He likes you you know. He just doesn’t know what to do about it.” The blue haired boy said as if it was as simple a truth as saying the sun would come up tomorrow.

Your head turned immediately, just to see Oboro smiling at you in an almost conspiring way. “And you feel the same don’t you?” He asked you. “You look at him the same way he looks at you.”

“He doesn’t look at me!” You blurted, stupidly protesting as if your stomach wasn’t already trying to tie itself into a knot.

But Oboro just laughed, that genuine, happy one you’d heard from him so many times already. “Well he knows what to do with his eyes doesn’t he? He has practice. Of course he doesn’t let you catch him staring!”

So many emotions ran through you at once then. Embarrassment at your naivety, sadness that you still had to be leaving the country regardless, shock that this could even be true, and….frustration that you would just be being told now!?

“I’m leaving tomorrow, Oboro. Why would you even tell me this now!?” You asked somewhat desperately, but still keeping your voice down in your escalating panic.

He raised his hands innocently, yet unafraid of you either way. “Hizashi and I have been encouraging him as much as we could to speak up, but Shota is like those stories where an unstoppable force meets an immovable object…but in this story both are Shota!”

You stared, the absurdity only mounting at his words.

He chuckled, looking a little embarrassed then. “He’s quite stubborn is what I mean? And he says it’s pointless because you’ll be thousands of miles away. And I said that’s what phones, email, and video calling are for! Of course conversation is not one of his better skills…”

“Oh, man” You sighed, yet trying to think in your nervousness. “Did he send you to tell me all this? Or does he even know we’re having this conversation right now?”

The boy just shook his head. “He didn’t tell me to, and I didn’t ask his permission, no. He would have only told me not to. But sometimes heroes have to do what heroes have to do, right?” A kind look overtook his face again. “I want to see him smile sometime. He actually has a nice smile you know. I think I’ve seen it all of twice,” Oboro joked.

And it was true, it’s not like Shota was cruel or anything. But he didn’t smile, he didn’t laugh. It was like he was always afraid to perhaps. You weren’t really sure yet. You hadn’t known him long enough. But surely Oboro and Hizashi had. You should at least be able to trust that they had made a correct assessment of their friend’s feelings.

“Well…” You hesitated. “If I told him I wanted to stay in contact…do you think he’d actually call or write me?” You looked at Oboro imploringly, unsure if it would hurt more to try this and be rejected later anyway if you still never heard from him again.

“I can only promise you that we’ll try to keep him from screwing up if it’s only his fear that’s holding him back. We all have to overcome fear in one way or another if we’re going to be pros one day.” He smirked then, before looking a little more boastful. “You know, when Shota, Hizashi, and I graduate, we’re going to start our own hero agency. I’m sure by then if you wanted to come and do some more work in Japan, we could make a space for you too. I’d be a bad manager to turn down foreign talent you know.”

He did seem so sincere, you couldn’t help but smile back at him. “I’ll talk to Shota. But, whatever happens, thank you for trying to help either way.”

Oboro gave an exaggerated thumbs up with, what honestly you were guessing was his best imitation of an All Might type grin. “Of course! Plus Ultra! Always!”

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It was something how quickly Oboro and Hizashi got themselves out of sight, now just you and Shota on the beach together. Yet you suspected they may still be in earshot somewhere in the distance. No doubt painfully curious of how this would go and silently cheering their best friend on.

At first you were afraid that Shota was angry actually, the way he’d visibly bristled, shooting his friends’ quite unhappy stares before they’d left as he fully realized what was about to happen.

But he didn’t ignore you, nor did he look away from you this time as you got closer to hopefully speak a little more privately. “I’m sorry if this is…weird.” You started awkwardly. “But I don’t think you should be too hard on your friends either. It’s obvious they really care about you.”

Your foot was kind of shifting in the sand. Nervousness still flowing freely as you just kept on. “But I’d still like to hear it from you…if you’re wanting to keep in touch. If you want to get to know me better, I’d like that…so…um-” Ah, this would be awful at any time, but stumbling over words you’d only recently learned made it all the worse. “So is it true, Shota? Do you want to keep talking after I’m back home…maybe I can come back again though…I’d like to see you again…I really would.”

He was silent at first, but he was clearly listening. Intently, as if analyzing your every movement, your every word.

But it was painful how long you had to wait for a response. Surely it wasn’t really as long as it felt though before he finally responded. His voice surprisingly even, almost emotionless?

“You’ll be a successful hero if you keep to your studies and training. I find it unlikely that you wouldn’t be able to start at any agency of your choosing in the United States once you graduate.”

A huge compliment to be sure, as you stared at him in surprise. But what did that have to do with the subject at hand? Was he trying to avoid your questioning entirely?

Yet his eyebrows lowered before you could interrupt as he kept on. “So I don’t understand why you would ever want to come back to Japan longterm where your reputation would have to be built back up again just to get equivalent job offers to what you could attain already in the US. The one instance with capturing the villain at that apartment complex isn’t enough for top placement at the agencies here in Japan. Especially without UA accreditation on your record. You would be putting yourself at a disadvantage to be here. It would be a mistake for your career.”

You could swear you almost heard a groan from somewhere in the distance. If you’d put your goggles on now, you were sure you’d probably see Oboro and Hizashi hanging on every word, wherever they were hiding to eavesdrop in the dark.

But your brain was also quite busy trying to digest the most words you’d ever heard from Shota at one time. Was this his excuse to reject you more lightly? To say he was only thinking of your career?

Of course he was under no obligation to feel anything for you. You knew there were certainly those with more powerful or interesting quirks than your own, or people more physically attractive. You weren’t anything amazing in your own mind compared to all the potential superstars you interacted with on a daily basis back home.

Yet if he didn’t feel how you did, you wanted to hear it outright instead of buried in a confusing way like this, and you couldn’t help but admit so then. “So you think I shouldn’t ever want to date you because it could make me spend too much time in Japan and not become as famous as I could have been otherwise? Nice that you assume working at a top tier agency is the only thing I would care about for my future….”

Perhaps you did come across a little harsher than you intended, but the way his normally tired looking eyes suddenly widened in shock had you realizing you had definitely brought some sort of emotion out of him at last with those words.

“You…wanted to…date me?” He uttered the words as if he never would have expected that combination of syllables to ever leave his mouth.

Well, you never would have been so forward if you didn’t feel he forced your hand with that strange insinuation of saying your personal choices should all be tied to a need for future fame and fortune.

You put one hand on your hip, trying not to sound as dumb as he was making you feel in this moment. “Well, not like tomorrow or anything. We’d need to get to know each other some more of course. But yes, I thought about it a lot these last few weeks. But if you didn’t like me like that, then friends is fine. I was hoping that was what we were going to talk about here. If you…liked me like that or not.”

Oh Lord, was this high school like it should be or was this elementary playground kind of drama? You didn’t have enough experience to be any more adult about this. But it was a yes or no type of question wasn’t it? Either he felt some sort of interest and attraction like you did, or he didn’t. You just needed to know.

“I…think you’re talented. And capable.” He said, like it was taking so much just to do this.

It was maddening somehow though. Could he not just say he felt nothing if that was the case? Was he so afraid of hurting your feelings? But honestly, he didn’t seem the type to ever mince words either. “Shota…” You tried. “You know you don’t have to worry about sparing my feelings. All you have to say is that you’re not interested. I’m not some delicate flower.”

Yet, you were starting to feel guilty yourself. Maybe this was all wrong, trying to force him out of his comfort zone too much. You should just take a hint right?

When he still said nothing more, your stomach finally sank as you stepped back from him a little again. “I’m sorry. I just wanted to know the truth, so I didn’t have to worry wondering later. If I’m not your type that’s okay. I appreciate you taking the time to try and talk to me like this.”

Oboro must have been wrong. That was all it could be. His friends had seen something that wasn’t there, and then pushed it this far in a sincere, but misguided attempt to help their friend.

But the let down still hurt. In the span of a short time, Oboro had gotten your hopes up and then they’d crashed down again. You’d been able to admit your feelings to Shota, just for it to end up as one sided.

Or so you thought.

You started to walk away, not wanting to be further embarrassed if the disappointment in your face had really started to show.

But you froze as soon as you felt his shockingly quick hand grab around your wrist. The memory of you doing the same to him in the apartment complex flashed through your mind.

“I didn’t say you weren’t my type…not that I’ve had a type before.” He spoke, but not in his usual even tone as you looked back at him.

And that was likely the very first time you’d ever seen a little bit of fear in his expression. He was still holding your wrist tightly, but it was like he didn’t know what else to say. He didn’t know how to express whatever it was that he was really thinking.

“Eraser really is that bad at this! Just run with it, (Y/N)!” Hizashi’s voice boomed in the distance even if he was only partially using his quirk. The vibration startling you both as Shota immediately shot a death glare in that direction, his hair levitating as he activated his quirk as if trying to lock on to Present Mic even in the dark.

And you couldn’t help it then, slipping your wrist out of Shota’s grip at his distraction, but just as quickly clasping your hand warmly around his own instead as you used your quirk to absorb some of the ambient starlight. It created a dark spot on the beach between the two of you and the others, just enough that Oboro and Hizashi would no longer be able to see. Though Shota would still be able to see you as you chose to take a risk, leaning in enough to kiss his pale cheek.

His hair fell back down at that very personal touch, the red glow also leaving his eyes as he looked back to you.

But you couldn’t read him then. You weren’t sure at all what would happen.

Yet he was still human wasn’t he? Even as stoic and calculating of a person as you’d ever met, he was still human, and still young then with that touch of recklessness you all had deep down.

And when you felt his lips touch yours not long afterward, it was as clumsy as could be expected for teenagers. But you didn’t care at all as you easily returned the kiss.

You knew immediately then that you would be coming back to Japan as soon as you could. Your goal was still to be a pro hero, but it didn’t really matter where.

A true hero’s spirit came from the heart. And if your heart ended up in Japan…who were you to tell it no?

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(End for now. ❤️ I will likely write more of this pairing, but not sure of how soon. Thank you for reading!)

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Midoriya: *trying to log into Aizawa’s laptop*

Password hint: Favorite child.

Midoriya:…

1-A:…

Shinso:…

Eri:…

Midoriya: Well this is awkward.

Aizawa: You’re too heavy, I can’t hold on!

All Might: Pretend I’m one of your children, Aizawa!

All Might: NOT MINETA NOT MINETA!

Aizawa: Ok…who is responsible for Mineta’s disappearance?

Deku Squad: Don’t blame us, we didn’t have a clue!

Baku Squad: Well it’s not our fault, we’re innocent like you!

Toko Squad: We did it.

Everyone:…WHAT THE HELL-

Aizawa: No one’s answering? Guess I’ll have to pick on someone.

Midoriya: GET DOWN!

1-A: *hides under desks*

Aizawa: You.

Ashido: Twenty two?

Aizawa: Wrong.

Ashido: *faints*

Kaminari: THEY GOT MINA!