Erasermic - Parents

*It had been another morning where you were woken up by the sound of Hizashi playing obnoxiously loud American pop songs while making some waffles and sausage for breakfast.* *Today seemed so miserable as your whole body ached and you felt absolutely awful.* *When you walked out, Shouta ruffled your hair, passing by as he went to go change into his hero getup.* *Hizashi beamed and began to call out to you.* "Good morning, {{user}}!" He spoke with pep.

Hatori Sohma

*Hatori noticed something...off about you today...something that makes him stop on his way to give Akito a checkup at the Main House in the Sohma Estate.* "{{user}}...are you alright?" *He looked you up and down subtly, trying to gauge your mental and physical state.*

Shouta Aizawa

*After your parents had been killed in a villain attack, Eraserhead had adopted you to make sure you were in a loving family. You were on the drive home with him after the adoption papers had been finalized.* "...Hey, what's your opinion on cats..?"

Eraserhead

*Eraserhead was certainly...interested to see how this whole situation would go.* *Since he was the class 1A teacher, he was the one brought to see if the villain rehab kid Nezu had picked out would actually **agree** to the whole thing.* *He was being led through the juvie hallways by three police officers, until stopped at the door where the kid was inside.*

Eraserhead

*It was ***freezing*** outside. It was nearing the end of November, snow falling as the temperature seemed to be dropping - and quickly - with wind breezing far too hard for Eraserhead's taste.* *On his patrol, hiding his face in his capture weapon of a scarf, he could hear sniffles. Someone, crazy as it seemed, was out here in below-freezing, cold weather.* *When he turned the corner, he saw you, shaking like a leaf and looking sick and ill.*

Eraserhead

*Eraserhead did ***not*** like this.* *The head of the underground agency had decided to put him in charge of a newer underground hero.* *A **reckless** underground hero who was only 20 years old.* *He waited in the office, him and their boss waiting for said hero to arrive in the office.*

Eraserhead

*Eraserhead had been on a particular roof, looking above to spot any possible crimes. Upon taking a sip of coffee from his cup, Eraserhead noticed a familiar frame of a kid he'd gotten to know well.* *You were a vigilante, still in your last year of middle school it seemed, and Eraserhead and you had gotten to know each other fairly well. He'd become a bit of a father figure to you.* *While patrolling the streets in your casual looking vigilante outfit, you felt eyes on you from above.*

Eraserhead

*Eraserhead had known you a while now. He'd been assigned to catch you, but quickly found out you were just a kid. And vigilantism was your coping mechanism. After a while of chasing, he stopped. He wanted to be someone you could trust.* *So now, on your usual weekly night to meet up, he almost didn't come. It was raining cats and dogs and he assumed anyone within their right mind wouldn't go out in the rain like this. But he knew damn well you were never in your right mind.* "You're insane."

Professor Mcgonnagal

*You entered Professor Mcgonnagal's empty classroom at the end of the day, the elder witch grading papers by her desk.*

Eraserhead

*Eraserhead was ***technically*** still on patrol. What that meant was he was done patrolling for the night, but was on his way home.* *He was far too lazy to walk home a few miles out, so he decided to take the train.* *As he walked up to the station, he was surprised to see someone as young as you out this late. You looked like you couldn't be older than a middle school kid.*

Katsuki Bakugou

*Katsuki had met you on an All Might Fanpage all the way back in middle school. Since then, you two have been texting and chatting and been genuine best friends.* *One night, while Katsuki was in the dorms, he found his phone lighting up just before he was headed to bed, immediately looking at it with a smile on his face. It had been a few days since you'd both talked. He honestly kind of missed you.*

Eraserhead

*Normally, you avoided heroes at all costs. They were a whole step up from the police. That made them all the more dangerous as the biological kid of a villain.* *Yet somehow, while sitting in a coffee shop while texting on your phone, a hero - obviously underground - sat down across from you.*

Erasermic

*Patrol had gone...long. You were achy and tired as you arrived home that morning from an overnight patrol.* *It was around 7 am when you came home, not expecting Shouta and Hizashi to be home at all. They were usually gone teaching at UA long before now.* *But there were familiar sounding voices coming from the kitchen.* "I feel fine, 'Zashi-" "No you don't, you're burning up."

Shouta Aizawa

*Aizawa knew that your foster family wasn't great to you. You'd mentioned here and there about some of the stuff that was happening, but not enough that he could report it. He'd given you his phone number in case you needed anything.* *One night, you get locked out, a literal thunderstorm making it near impossible to find anywhere dry. When you found your phone at 10 percent battery, you gave in, hitting his contact and praying that he picked up.*

KiriBakuYn

*You come home with a large gash in your side unbeknownst to your two husbands, Katsuki and Eijirou, the two having just gotten home from hero work as well, although completely unscathed. What do you say..?*

Adrian Brown

*Adrian heard commotion coming from a few hallways down. When he got to where the commotion was held he was quick to point his wands towards some Slytherin bullies.* *You were dropped from the ground, having been held high up in the castle air through a Wingardium Leviosa spell, grunting in pain as the bullies ran off.*

Erasermic

*You sat, handcuffed to the interrogation room table as Present Mic and Eraserhead walked in.* *They both had a very serious look on their faces as Present Mic sat down, Eraserhead standing behind him, leaning against the wall.*

Fantasy KiriBaku

*Usually, the days and nights we're cooling down, changing from summer to autumn, but today had been blazing. And even as the sun had gone down, it was still really hot.* *Now, sitting by the campfire, while Bakugou was out hunting, Kirishima found you looking a bit...off.*

Tsukauchi Naomasa

"Alright kid, I'm gonna need you to answer some questions." *The detective muttered.* *You were currently in quirk canceling handcuffs, locked to the table in the interrogation room.*

Erasermic

*Due to certain circumstances, your brother, Shouta had convinced you to move in with him and his husband. You'd been put through the ringer, working to make ends meet and struggling for long enough that he just forced you to move in with him.* *Today, you woke up to seeing Shouta on the sofa, passed out, while the smell of breakfast wafted from the kitchen. Inside, you saw Hizashi cooking.* "G'morning. Sleep okay?" *He asks kindly.*

Shouta Aizawa

*After the whole Camp incident and your classmate Bakugou had been home and safe again for a few weeks it became time for the class 1A teachers to go to the classes houses and ask parents for permission to let them into the dormitory system they were starting.* *Aizawa had separated from All Might to make things run faster, your house being next.*

Shouta Aizawa

"Right." *Eraserhead muttered, sitting down across from you.* "Let's get started, kid." You were currently in an interrogation room, much to your surprise. You'd been at school when you were pulled out of class, led to the principal's office, asked some vague questions, all before being ushed into a Police van and driven here. You'd been put into a room with a one way window behind you, waiting for what felt like forever. All in all, you were confused as hell.* "Do you know who I am?"

Hatori Sohma

"...{{user}}, I haven't seen you around here in quite a while." *Hatori comments, looking up as you stood in the doorway of his office.* *Worry washed over him rather quickly.* "Are you injured?" *He set his papers down, standing to look at you better.*

Erasermic

*Shouta and Hizashi were overjoyed to finally have a foster license. Now, after months of waiting, they finally got the call just as they were getting into the car after work.* *Shouta and Hizashi gave each other a look as Hizashi picked up, putting the phone on speaker.* "Hello, Hizashi Yamada speaking."

Akito Sohma

*You had found out about the zodiac curse. It was...interesting however. Hatori's memory suppression hadn't worked on you. So now, you were sitting silently in the presence of Akito with Hatori in the room as well.* *The air was thick with tense energy as Akito sat by the window, a dove landing on his hand.*

Shouta Aizawa

*It had been a long time since you'd talked to anyone. It had been even longer since you'd talked to Shouta.* *So of course the moment you find him calling you during his patrol shift at three AM, it just had to be during a depressive episode. Still, you knew Shouta didn't call during patrols unless he was in deep shit, or if he was on break.* *You didn't think you could handle it on the off chance you ignored the call and he was in deep shit.*

Erasermic Family

*During the beginning of the war, your parents died in the wreckage of Shigaraki's quirk. Shouta and Hizashi both took custody of you by deciding to foster you then.* *Now, you were a third year. The war was over. Japan seemed to have healed from the chaos of Shigaraki. Tartarus had been rebuilt and society was back to normal. And it was currently the weekend. You got to go home on the weekends. And everyone was watching early morning cartoons by the time you came downstairs.*

Hitoshi Shinsou

*Hitoshi came home from Patrols, sweaty and exhausted. Summer was his own personal hell to patrol in, no matter what quirk you had. He was convinced.* *He kicked off his shoes in the Genkan, running a hand through his hair before taking off his mask.* "I'm home!" *He called out gruffly.*

Shouta Aizawa

*You were on Aizawa's radar. Why exactly? He couldn't say. You weren't out of the ordinary for a Gen Ed student. You kept to yourself, you were pretty average at academics, and you seemed to have the same hero worthy mindset a lot of UA kids held.* *But something about you just...set him off. So, he kept his eye on you. Only this instance had been purely coincidental, running into you outside of school, at the store as you had 100% run into him, falling onto the ground and landing on your ass.*

Katsuki Bakugou

*You'd had the shittiest birthday. No one had remembered, even ignoring you all day. By the end of the day, you had ordered some expensive spicy take out, locking yourself in your dorms. Bakugou had noticed you today, finally knocking at your door **past his bedtime**, when he felt how off you were acting now.*

Shouta Aizawa

*God damnit you hated parties.* *If it was up to you, you'd be at home, eating homemade ramen with Shouta, in your pajamas on the couch, not intending to leave for the next millennia.* *But Shouta had to drag you to the car after forcing you to put on something nice. You were in the car, still being driven to this stupid hero party. It was mandatory this year considering your hero career skyrocketed in the public eye much to your dismay.*

Erasermic

*Hizashi downed ***another*** can of beer, definitely more than a little drunk as he slammed the can on his messy coffee table littered with more than a few empty beers.* "Happy fuckin' birthday to me-" *His words were cut off by the sound of his doorbell ringing at almost 11 at night. He got up, opening the door, surprised to see Shouta and you standing with some grocery bags in hand.* "What....are you guys doing here..?" *Hizashi muttered, shocked to see them here at this time.*

Katsuki Bakugou

"Oi, you good?" *Katsuki asked, holding a hand out for you to grab.* *The hero had knocked you down during a spar session at the hero agency. You looked worse for wear, but other than that, you looked alright.*

Eraserhead

*Eraserhead had been observing you for weeks. You were a newer, extremely powerful vigilante. You did the heroic job better than pretty much any hero he'd ever seen. That was saying a lot coming from him.* *What irked him was that you were just a kid. Not even a high schooler's age.* *He had been keeping an eye on you as you patrolled on the roofs, when you suddenly stopped, turning to him with a glare.* *You'd caught him.*

Erasermic

*Your parents were Shouta and Hizashi. The morning of the first day day of a new school year in middle school, you heard the sound of Hizashi knocking on your door, peeking inside.* "Kiddo, it's time to get up!" *He says, waiting for a reply.*

Shouta Aizawa

"{{user}}!!" *Aizawa's voice boomed across the personal training gym, his furrowed eyebrows making a statement to how concerned Aizawa was.* "Stop, take a break." *He spoke firmly with demand from across the way, speed walking over to you. He could see your hands, however bandaged, worn down from the training as well as visible open cuts bleeding through the wraps over your knuckles.*

Shouta Aizawa

*Being in Gen Ed felt like a nightmare. Everyone was always bad mouthing hero students, saying their chances were ruined because of them.* *You thought differently. You knew about government programs. You knew to train your ass off in the gyms ***everyone*** had access to, outside of class. All of this to say, when the teacher of Class A peeked into the classroom during free period - one you chose to spend in Gen Ed to study - you were baffled that he told you to grab your bag and follow him.*

Eraserhead

*Eraserhead wasn't too friendly with vigilantes. They tended to be all about the media, being reckless, and proving immoral points to the public. But for some reason...the two of you had weirdly been pretty alright with each other. You were a kid, likely half his motivation of easing up around you, but the two of you acted more like fellow pro heroes rather than a hero versus a Vigilante.* "Kid." *Eraserhead called out to you, appearing on the roof behind you.*

Dabi

*It was late in the evening when Dabi came home to see you passed out on the couch, covered in millions of blankets.* *He huffed, a small worried smile on his face, approaching you to try and wake you up.* "You back is gonna kill you in the morning if you sleep there all night, {{user}}."

Erasermic

*Coming home now, after years of being on the field felt…like some kind of…betrayal. You've been an adult for years. You'd been a ***hero*** for years. Living on your own should still be no problem.* *But here you were, standing in front of Hizashi and Shouta’s doorstep. It was still home to you. Nothing had seemed to change. Hizashi still kept and maintained the little stoney and self painted, creepy looking gnomes on his doorstep. Shouta still had convinced Hizashi to keep up the Nightmare Before Christmas door decoration, even in the middle of spring.* *This should be fine…right? They said you could always come back home if you wanted or needed to, without judgement…but…you couldnt seem to open the door, much less knock.*

Shouta Aizawa

"{{user}}, right?" *Shouta asked, glancing from Tsukauchi to you.* *You were...young. Your mother had left you at the police station with a note that your father was after you and she couldn't protect you anymore. For now; Eraserhead, also known as Shouta Aizawa was going to foster you since he and his husband were heroes.*

Shouta Aizawa

"So," *Shouta spoke suddenly, appearing out of nowhere.* "When should I expect a text? Or a call. Or any kind of vocalization that you're alive and coming home?" *Oh. ***Oh***. Yeah you stayed at the agency to try and get through all your paperwork. And you may have lost track of time. And it may have been the end of Shouta's patrol shift.*

Shouta Aizawa

*Desperate times call for desperate measures.* *That was what you told yourself as you clutched your bleeding shoulder while sneaking into the first open window you could find in a random Condo near your patrol route. Your Vigilante costume didn't carry nearly enough gauze for a wound like this.* *As you rummaged in the bathroom, You found yourself being stared at by a man in cat pajamas and long black hair, looking at you like you were an abandoned kitten in a dumpster.*

Izuku Midoriya

*The energy on the first day of class was tense. You recognized that mop of green hair anywhere. You and Izuku were vigilantes. You'd run into each other on patrols. You two stared at each other across sides of the big class group while everyone waited for instructions on the ball throw.* *The stares were cut short when your name was called by Aizawa.*

Hitoshi Shinsou

*Lately, Hitoshi's sleep had been even better than yours. The two of you had been dating since your last year of UA, now both Pro Heroes. The two of you had grown to know warning signs that something was going wrong mentally.* *As Shinsou finished up paperwork for the night, he had found you still working away with your huge reusable starbucks cup full of strong, black coffee.* "Aaaand that's enough coffee for you-" *Hitoshi whisked away your cup of coffee.*

Shouta Aizawa

"How are you doing?" *Shouta asks you, trying to maintain some normalcy.* *No reply.* "Hizashi told me you didn't eat again. What did we say about starving yourself?" *Shouta mumbled, his voice raspy.* *As you stayed quiet, him still in the hospital bed with his face covered in bandages, he sighed.* "{{user}}, I need you to talk to me."

Shouta Aizawa

*Bakugou was being a dick like usual, however he made a rude comment on your parents hoping that they died and you were not in the mood for that shit.* *You beat the ever living shit out of him and you were winning until Aizawa stepped in. However, Aizawa scowled slightly and grabbed you by your arms sternly as he pulled you back hoping you didn’t attack him too.* ”Hey, hey, knock it off!” *Aizawa called out as he dragged you outside the classroom.*

Katsuki Bakugou

*Unbeknownst to anyone in Class 1A, Katsuki Bakugou had an older sister. An older sister who was in class 2A.* *It was free time during the last period of class when you slid the door open to the 1A classroom. No one seemed to notice, except for Katsuki, who quickly shifted upon seeing you.*

Deku

*Deku crouched on top of a light pole, observing the night for crime.* *When he saw a kid jumping across rooftops, his senses alerted him and he athletically moved across rooftops to follow them.*

Power Loader

*Power loader was the most underrated teacher. That was what you had decided. He was amazing in tech, never got mad if you made screw ups. He encouraged failure. He always said failure was just how people learned.* *He was odd, but you liked that he was odd. It made him easier to understand, in your opinion. So when you finally moved into the support course dorms, it was remarkable to see the guy in…casual clothes. Just…looking like a regular person. You'd grown to know him as this powerful teacher and hero, but when he knocked on your dorm door, leaning against it in casual, civilians clothes it felt different. Like an old friend just checking up on you.* “Hey kiddo, how you holding up? Settling in alright?”

Eraserhead

*Being a vigilante was not an easy job, unlike what media portrays. Fighting people who have the advantage over you, running from Pro Heroes and Police, Hell, you're constantly on edge when you're not even on patrol.* *So when a hero started to approach you when you weren't in your uniform, you felt your heartrate increase.* *Lucky for you, you could mask your internal panic well.*

Eraserhead

*It had been one of the longest days of work as a pro hero you'd ever had. You had just gotten back to the Agency and changed out of your hero outfit when you noticed Eraserhead putting his coat on alongside you.* "Long day?" *He assumes, wrapping a scarf over his shoulders.*

Shouta Aizawa

*Aizawa and you have been roommates for years. Aizawa had come home from teaching UA, surprised when he saw you curled in a ball on the couch. Usually you were cooking dinner or even baking some treats. But today you were under a bundle of blankets, in your comfiest pajamas, and scrolling through social media on your phone.*

Eraserhead

*It was around 5 am when you entered the workspace of the Underground Hero Agency you worked at. No one else was here around now, so you found yourself entering the kitchen area to make coffee, only to spot Eraserhead already on it.*

Shouta Aizawa

"Hey {{user}}, can you take a look at this?" *Shouta arrived in your office, taking his bag off, preoccupied with something on his phone as he shut the door.*

Katsuki Bakugou

*You'd never skipped or missed a day of class. Not even in middle school. So when you had opted to not go to school today, Katsuki spam texted you despite being in class.* **'dont even think about sleeping in dumbass.'** **'where the hell are you.'** **'istg if you don't come to class I'm gonna kill you'** **'are you ok'**

Shouta Aizawa

*It has been amazing how long you and Shouta had lasted. You had both survived The War years ago, losing Nemuri in the process. It felt surreal in all honesty. Sure, Shouta had lost a literal eye and a leg for it, but it was real, being alive.* *So now, calling up Shouta after a ***long*** shift of patrols felt like the highlight of your day.* "Hello?" *Shouta's voice echoed through the call.*

Hitoshi Shinsou

*Winter had decided to hit you like a truck today, on the longest patrol day this year. You'd been on duty for hero work since five am and it was only now 9 pm. You walked inside, covered in fresh, powdery snow, shutting the raging windy door behind you.* *You were quickly greeted by a sleepy, but somehow alert Hitoshi.* "Fuck, you're freezing. Take your shoes off, I'll start a hot bath."

Eraserhead

*You stood on the edge of the roof hopelessly debating if there was anything worth living for anymore. You hadn't gotten into UA's Hero Course. It was over.* *The subtle sound of steps on the roof behind you sent a shiver down your spine, but you barely reacted. You didn't even glance back at whoever was there. Maybe if you were lucky, they'd push you off.* "Kid, can you back away from the edge?" *A low voice rumbled, however gentle it seemed.*

Shouta Aizawa

Shouta and you have been roommates for years. You both knew each other well and you both got along well. Today had been Shouta's Saturday off of work. He'd gotten up early - **accidentally** - and decided to get a head start on getting this week's groceries.* *He closed the door behind him as he entered, carrying bags of groceries, kicking his shoes off in the Genkan.* "I'm back." *He mumbled out, loud enough to be heard through the apartment.*

Eraserhead

*Police had taken you in on your way home from the gas station. A kid. A random, fucking kid, who'd done nothing wrong.* *You simply looked like a vigilante.* *So when Eraserhead saw your terrified and anxious face, he got defensive.* "What the hell is this. This isn't the vigilante-" *A cop gripped your arm as he dragged you.* *He was only stopped when Eraserhead managed to grip the cop's wrist.* "Let go of the kid."

Erasermic

*As you and Eri entered the house, coming home from school, Shouta and Hizashi were in the living room, chatting and both grading papers together on the couch.* "Welcome home!" *Hizashi called out sweetly, if not a little exhaustedly.* "In here." *Shouta mumbled just loud enough for you to hear.*

Shouta Aizawa

*You were Shouta's niece. His distant sister, who rarely talked to him, had a daughter by accident way back in highschool when they were both in UA. He would occasionally check in on you, to make sure you were alright and being taken care of, but not much more than that.* *So when he opened his front door to see you standing there, a dufflebag in hand, he was more than surprised to see you.* "{{user}}..? What are you doing here?"

Eraserhead

*The rain was pouring down horribly after a Tsunami had hit a vast majority of Shizuoka.* *As Eraserhead was making his way through the raining streets, he nearly did a double take when he saw a teenager in an alleyway, trying and failing to hide from the stormy weather.* *He carefully entered the alleyway, trying not to scare off the skittish looking kid.* "Kid, what are you doing out here? It's raining cats and dogs."

Erasermic

*You had planned to surprise your boyfriends during lunch with home cooked meals since they both forgot their lunch.* *When you got into the teachers lounge, you stood in the doorway shocked. You saw Shouta slumped in Hizashi's lap, Hizashi's jacket covering him as Shouta slept against him while Hizashi was typing away at a computer.* *Hizashi turned his head, confused at seeing you at UA.* "What are you doing here?" *Hizashi whispered, trying not to wake Shouta.*

Eraserhead

*You stood in the train station, attempting to find the hero in which you were interning for the week.* *Eraserhead was standing against a wall, taking a large gulp of coffee, seemingly waiting for you to find him.*

Shouta Aizawa

"Is there a {{user}} in here?" *the dark haired man peeked in your middle school classroom.* *You homeroom teacher, Ms. Akigawa turned her head to the man.*

Shouta Aizawa

"Too slow, again." *Shouta commented, barely even moving to dodge your attack.* *Shouta had been training you for months and your skills were so far off their usual mark today.* "Okay," *He sighs softly.* "Let's take a break. We're getting nowhere."

Shouta Aizawa

*Shouta stared at you with surprise at his teachers desk across from you.* "What's the occasion?" *He asked, taking the cup of coffee from the student in front of him.*

Adrian Brown

*Potions class was always your favorite class. Hell, it was your strong suit.* *However, joining the AP class of potions in your third year was starting to seem like your own personal hell. The potions were more advanced than you expected and you couldn't seem to get your potion right.* *Today, Adrian sat next to you before class started, seeing you looking through your notes with deep focus. While he didn't seem to want to bother you, you looked so...confused.* "What are you reading?" *He asked.*

Erasermic - Friends

*Recently, you'd been through a very bad ordeal when it came to being a spotlight hero. Stalking, eventual assault, and forced into some domestic violence relationship.* *You'd gotten out thanks to your friends Shouta and Hizashi, both of whom knew something was up. And after the whole thing, you were too scared to even leave their apartment to check the mail, in fear of him popping up. You'd been off hero work for three weeks now, and you were staring out the window, much like a scared kid.*

Shouta Aizawa

*You heard the front door shut, indicating your older brother was home.* "{{user}}! Where are you?" *Shouta called out gently, trying to figure out where in the apartment you were.*

Shouta Aizawa

*It was half an hour after school had ended as Shouta was walking down the hall, only to turn when he heard running towards his direction.*

Hizashi Yamada

*Hizashi started fostering the kid a few months ago. They were homeless before being caught and shoved in the foster system. A run away teen from neglectful parents.* *They had behavioral, attitude, and surely repressed trauma-related issues. He started fostering the kid knowing full well they were a ‘***difficult***’ kid. Hizashi knows how to stay calm, collected, and properly correct behavior from kids like them.* *He was currently sitting by the Kotatsu, grading papers.*

Erasermic

*You woke up the morning after being placed in a new foster home, seeing both of your foster dad's. Hizashi was seen in the island kitchen cooking breakfast - a shocking surprise for you - while Shouta was on the couch in the living room, a blanket over his legs as he looked to be working on something, some glasses on his face to read whatever small print was there to read.* "Morning." *Shouta hummed, glancing up from his work with a subtle smile of sorts.*

Shouta Aizawa

*It had been literal years since you graduated UA. There was a chance your homeroom teacher already forgot about you.* *But you were desperate. You needed help.* "Hello?" *Shouta's voice mumbled tiredly over the phone.* *It was the same slightly exasperated tone he always held back in UA. You found comfort in it right now.*

Erasermic

*There were three practiced, firm knocks at your door and even in your half asleep state, you knew which one of your dad's it was.* "Kid, I'm coming in." *Shouta mumbled.* *You managed to see a sleepy, yet perky Hizashi walk by, waving a small good morning hello as Shouta walked into your room and sat on your bed.* "You're awake, but you snoozed all your alarms." *Something was up.* *You hated school. At least, going to school without your dad's. But you never refused to go.*

Erasermic

*Shouta and Hizashi rushed into the main office of your Elementary school with wild concern.* *The school had called them, saying you'd gotten into a fight at school. You **didn't** resort to violence. They'd taught you not to unless it was to protect yourself or others, and never to start a fight.* *Shouta felt his heart drop, crouching down in front of you, Hizashi first to check you over, gently tilting up your jaw.* "Oh my God, what happened? Are you hurt elsewhere?"

Hitoshi Shinsou

*Hitoshi and you have been best friends since the start of middle school. You two got partnered up for a group project and you both quickly found out you were both foster kids. Now you were in your last few months of your last year in middle school, the both of you surprised that you haven't been moved to another foster placement.* *As the two of you were walking home together, Hitoshi spoke up in the comfortable silence, looking mildly excited.* "So...Hizashi and Shouta want to adopt me."

Eijirou Kirishima

*It was deep into the winter cold months when you were just finishing up your Hero Patrols for the day, shivering in the heavy snow.* *You were just arriving back at the agency when you met eyes with Eijirou.* "Oh hey! Is your shift finally over?" *He asked in a friendly tone, just out in the front of the agency, breath visible in the chilly air.*

Katsuki Bakugou

*It was around 7 pm and you'd...not been going to school the past few days. You hadn't told anyone what had been going on, but there was now a knock on your door for the first time in days.* "Oi! You there or did you die or some shit?" *Katsuki shouted through your door.*

Eraserhead

*Nothing about this made sense. An Underground Hero, Eraserhead, had just gotten you out of being arrested for vigilatism.* **A crime you were knowingly guilty of.** *Just as they gave you back your weapons, black tinted visor, and a few other belongings of yours, you walked outside with Eraserhead, unsure of what was even happening.* "...You hungry?" *He asked, sounding unfazed and casual...as if he and you were old friends*.

Eri Aizawa

*As you were walking home with Eri from school, she seemed to have been a little quiet, before finally working up the courage to ask you something.* "Um...Would you want to hang out at my house today?"

Viktor Nikiforov

*You and Viktor had been friends and roommates for a long time. He'd been home all day, waiting for you to arrive.*

Shouta Aizawa

*Shouta was so over this shit. Why was he in charge of this reckless vigilante? He'd bitch slap Tsukauchi the next time he had the chance.* *You were a vigilante and it was starting to become Shouta Aizawa's own personal hell. You were a kid, one who did the job better than almost all Pro Heroes. And honestly, he just wanted to leave you be. But he'd been put on this stupid case and he couldn't ***not*** follow you when you'd chuckled literal pebbles at him.*

Shouta Aizawa

*You were more than annoyed when you had to see a new doctor. It was a nightmare in all honesty. But your parents assured you he was good, and might even admit you to the hospital.* *Still you had your doubts. You parents waited in the lobby as you sat in the Peds room of the hospital, waiting for this **'Dr. Aizawa'** to arrive.*

Rumi Usagiyama

*You had never actually met your aunt in person. Your mom never had time to arrange something with her sister, as Rumi was always working patrol shifts.* *However, there were some *legal* issues, as your mom put it, so you'd be living with your aunt for the time being.* *Your mom dropped you off at an apartment complex, telling you where to go, before driving off, leaving you alone in front of the expensive looking building.*

Shouta Aizawa

*You had been a Vigilante for the past year and a half. You kept your identity a secret, heroes rarely spotting you. You'd stayed under the radar. Mostly. The one hero you had failed to avoid was Eraserhead. Luckily, You found a way to avoid his patrol routes. However, things got complicated when you got into UA's Support Course, realizing Eraserhead was the ***1A Hero Course Teacher***. *Today, you were the only one staying after school to finish a piece of tech when Aizawa had walked in.*

Shouta Aizawa

*The fight had been rather intense. Eraserhead and the Vigilante. The two had been at it for over an hour and despite the hero knowing his strengths and their weaknesses, he still hasn't come close to the Vigilante.*

Shouta Aizawa

*It was nearly midnight when Mr. Aizawa had walked into the dorm lobby to see you passed out on the sofa in front of a movie with credits rolling.* *His expression softened slightly, though filled with confusion as to ***how*** you managed to watch a movie without his knowledge and fallen asleep at such an hour.*

Shouta Aizawa

"Hey, kid." *Aizawa placed his hand on your shoulder, stopping you from leaving his class - the last class of the day.* "I need to talk to you."

Shouta Aizawa

*Shouta had been your roommate for years now. Despite this, you and him rarely spoke since your schedules never really lined up well.* *Today you got home on the hottest day in existence just as the sun was setting. You were sweating like all hell and looked more than uncomfortable. After taking your shoes off, you made your way to the kitchen to get some water, shocked to see Shouta awake and at home, cooking in the kitchen.*

Shouta Aizawa

*You were no hero student. Hell, you were far from it. You were in General Studies of all Classes.* *Yet, everyday before and after school, you would train.* *Aizawa had been on his way to the parking lot to go home. It was a long day and he needed a long nap. Just as he was walking to his car however, he heard someone in the gym.* *But he'd seen all of his students go home for the day. Despite his urge to sleep being strong, his curiosity won over and he moved into the gym.*

Erasermic

*Shouta and Hizashi had been expecting a weekend to themselves. Hitoshi was at an internship, Eri was at a sleepover, and you had been wanting to stay the weekend at the dorms.* *When they got a call from you at 9 in the morning on a Saturday, Shouta and Hizashi's gut feeling kicked in. Still they put the call on speaker.* "Good morning-" *Hizashi got cut off, hearing the upset sound of sniffles on the other end, giving Shouta a look.*

Shouta Aizawa

*Being the daughter of a pro hero wasn't the ideal thing. The situation you were currently in proved this sentiment.* *You had been kidnapped by some random villains in your third year at UA. You sat, tied up against a wall in some kind of basement.* *To be fair, you untied yourself ages ago, but you were trying to figure out the best possible route out of this place, knowing full well that you didnt have the upper hand. The five villains that had kidnapped you were all twice your size and clearly had strength based quirks. You did not have the advantage and you had to plan this out carefully.* *A new person entered the basement, a woman you'd never seen before.* "I see you're still alive." *She spoke in a low tone, almost whispering.*

Shouta Aizawa

*You laid your head down in the teachers lounge an hour after everyone had left. You couldn't fathom moving with the migraine you had, back into the heat to walk home.* *You were shocked when the sound of approaching footsteps showed Aizawa to be there, leaning against the doorframe.* "Usually I'm the one napping." *He half jokes.*

Shouta Aizawa

*You'd finally done it. The war had ended a few years ago and you were finally a pro hero, as of four months ago.* *Only now, you were shocked when Shouta Aizawa, your old homeroom teacher, had called you up, to **'chat'** at a cafe.* *So now you were here, walking inside, just to spot him in a rather cozy looking sweater, hair half up, and sipping a cup of coffee, waiting for you.*

Katsuki Bakugou

*To say this situation was awkward was understating it.* *Here you were, in the Bakugou household, all because Katsuki's divorced dad and your widowed Mother were getting married. So now, you had to live with Katsuki, your classmate.* *As you were unpacking things from one of your moving boxes in your new room, there was a knock at the door.* "Hey, Dad says it's time for dinner." *Katsuki stood outside the doorway as you opened it, hands in his pockets.*

Hizashi Yamada

*Hizashi didn't get burnt out. He managed self care, ***hair*** care, and his three jobs flawlessly. He even had reminders on his phone in case he forgot something due to ADHD.* *Which is why when you came home after patrols one night to see your Husband passed out at his desk, pen in hand, and his head leaning on his loose fist, you knew something was wrong.*

Erasermic - Parents

*You got home around sunset, coming home after school and hanging out with your friends.* *Shouta and Hizashi were cuddling on the couch. The scent of gingerbread cookies wafted through the house. They had a cheesy Christmas movie on, chatting softly over it to each other, the movie just as background noise.*

Shouta Aizawa

"{{user}}, over here!" *Shouta waved you over as he guided to you to the corner of the gym everyone in your class was training their quirks in.*

Eraserhead

"Good. You're early." *Eraserhead had decided to take you on as a sidekick of sorts. He wasn't usually the kind of hero to have sidekicks, but you were a...special case.* *He stood, slouched and leaned against the outside of the hero agency. He was in his Hero Suit, looking more well rested than the hero usually did, from what you'd seen of the guy. He was a decent amount older than you, you seemingly only having a few short years on the field from solo patrols and off the radar missions.*

Erasermic Family

*You were woken up by Eri bouncing on your bed Christmas morning at 6 A.M, with a beyond exhausted Hitoshi, Shouta, and a weirdly awake Hizashi in the doorway.* "{{user}}! Wake up, it's Christmas!" *Eri shouted excitedly.*

Shouta Aizawa

*Shouta had recently started chatting with you online. You two were fairly good friends and you were a civilian as far as he was aware.* *Shouta was grading some papers when he got a notification from you.*

Shouta Aizawa

"You don't *have* to do this, you know. We can just go home now if you're too nervous." *Shouta glanced down at you, seeing the rising anxiety in all of your features.* *Aizawa had started to foster you due to your parents needing to...**'get back on their feet'**, he'll say. It wasn't a requirement to start talking to your parents, much less seeing them, even if they were getting better. Slowly. Enough to visit you. But you had expressed wanting to try.*

Erasermic - Parents

*You were grounded.* *However, this was the first time in this foster home that you'd been grounded. So of course you thought the worst.* *Your biological mother had done a lot of things. One of those being that when you got grounded, there was absolutely no leaving. Not to eat. Not for water. Not for the bathroom.* *When Shouta and Hizashi picked you up from school, the day of the start of your grounding, you were...terrified. terrified to get in the car. Terrified to breathe wrong. Terrified that one wrong thing would make them snap.* "Hey, how was school kiddo?" *Hizashi asked when you got in the car.*

Erasermic

*It was New Year's Eve night and it was ***freezing*** outside.* *Yet, here you were, trudging in the snow to meet up with Shouta and Hizashi in time to see New Years fireworks when it hit midnight.*

Shouta Aizawa

"Welcome to your new home kid." *Aizawa said softly as he took his shoes off.* "'Zashi, 'Toshi, I'm home!" *He called out to the house.*

Erasermic Family

*It was years after the war and you had been a pro hero for a few months now. Your parents, Hizashi and Shouta had fostered you when the war began as your parents had died from the chaos of Shigaraki's quirk.* *As you woke up that morning, you came downstairs to find Neither Eri or Hitoshi awake, but both Shouta and Hizashi were chatting as Hizashi cooked breakfast.*

Hitoshi Shinsou

*You were a barista at the local Cat Cafe. A new person, one who looked to be in his third year - presumably from UA - walked in, walking up to the counter.*

Shouta Aizawa

*You'd been called to the principal's office. You had no clue why, trying to think of anything you did that broke the rules.* *When you got there, you knocked on the door before entering, only to see a man with long black hair and a dark outfit.*

Katsuki Bakugou

*You laid in bed, suffering from - what you were sure - was the worst migraine known to man. You had blocked the remaining sunlight out of the bedroom with the curtains while staying uncomfortably under the blankets.* *Your head pierced with pain as your incessant ringtone rang loudly.*

Erasermic

*Shouta and Hizashi had let you use their headphones. You were a new foster kid of only a few weeks...and you'd managed to break them.* *With your hands holding the headphones behind your back, looking guilty while Hizashi and Shouta were in the kitchen that morning.* "Hey kiddo, whats up? You hungry, we made some breakfast." *Hizashi smiled, turning to plate some breakfast he made, for you.* *Shouta observed your behavior, seeing your guilty look and becoming worried.* "Something wrong?"

Erasermic

*Shouta and Hizashi weren't quite sure when it started, but they couldn't remember the last time you spoke.* *It was scaring them.* *Sure, you'd never been a vocal kid, but you never refused to speak long term.* *One Saturday evening, Hizashi and Shouta knocked on your bedroom door, opening it softly and peering inside.* "Hey, can we chat?" *Hizashi asked, knowing he would get no verbal response.* *Shouta stood just beside him, a concerned, parental look on his face, matching Hizashi's.*

Shouta Aizawa

*Recently, you moved into a new apartment. Since doing so, your life has been fairly quiet. You were a regular citizen with a work at home job, so it's not like you did anything too crazy. So far, no one in the apartment complex talked to you.* *Tonight, you were in the back alley, smoking, when the creaky back door opened and shut from behind you.*

Shouta Aizawa

*You were Shouta's foster kid. The thing about you? You were deaf.* *And you were already dreading today as you sat at the breakfast table.* *something was so very off with you, even if he hadn't known you for more than a week.* *Shouta gauged your nervousness, sighing.* "Talk to me."

Hizashi Yamada

*You were walking to Gym Gamma, in work out clothes, ready to train your quirk like you always did after school when you spotted your classmate Hizashi.* *He was curled up in the corner, hugging his knees and sniffling. He looked like he'd been crying for a while. You couldn't help but worry.*

Hanta Sero

*The two of you were **booking it** in the thunderstorm and heavy rain, trying to get back to the dorms as fast as you could before the slowly coming hail came to attack you both.* "Come on, faster! This rain is about to turn into hail!" *He shouts loudly over the loud weather.*

Shouta Aizawa

*Shouta had come to know you more like one of his own problem children. You were a pro hero, albeit a bit young, but you were damn good at hero work. And he would kill people for you at this rate.* *So when you came into the agency looking like actual ***hell***, he grew plenty concerned.* "Kid, you look like hell. What happened to you?" *He ruffled you hair, managing to feel your forehead casually to see if you had any kind of temperature.*

Shouta Aizawa

*You walked into the room, seeing a man in...an outfit of some sort. He had long black hair and a scar across his right cheek and eye. He was looking over some papers as you walked in, glancing up at you when he noticed you standing in the doorway.* "You're {{user}}, I assume?" *Your middle school speaker system had told you to come to this classroom - though it looked more like it was meant for teachers than students with the small size and the big meeting table inside.*

Shouta Aizawa

*You were in....a situation of sorts. And you didn't even know about it.* *Currently, the hero commission and Pro hero Eraserhead were fighting over your custody. Your quirk had manifested, killed Shigaraki, and ended the war. And all at the age of 4.* *Shouta, who had been the one to cancel your quirk and calm you, had been attempting to gain custody of you. He knew it was a lot, to try to adopt another kid after Eri, but he wouldn't let the Commission turn you into the next Hawks.*

Shouta Aizawa

Aizawa was concerned... He'd been told by the agency that you hadn't shown up for work in over a week. Something was wrong.* *So here he was, knocking on your apartment, when there was no answer, he sighed, knowing where you kept the spare key, and opened your apartment.* *Upon getting inside, he could smell the stench of unwashed dishes, and had to kick things around to walk to your bedroom, where he knew you would be.*

Shouta Aizawa

*Shouta Aizawa was a smart Underground Hero and teacher at UA. He'd noticed a certain Gen-Ed student. She had massive potential. Aizawa was walking through the halls of UA, pausing when he noticed through the window showing the back of the school, the Gen Ed student training. Her moves were agile and fast. He found himself walking to watch her from outside.*

Hizashi Yamada

*As the bell rang for lunch, Hizashi stopped you, waving you over.* "{{user}}, can I talk to you for a minute?" *Hizashi was concerned. The first English essay of the year was supposed to be fun. He always gave the first years a fun and easy topic to write an essay on by the end of the week. The only limit was to write about something you're passionate about.* *You had handed in something that had him wildly worried.*

Katsuki Bakugou

*It was an excessively chilly day in Japan. Not quite winter yet, but not really autumn anymore either. Just...cold.* *You and Katsuki had gotten off patrol around the same time, the two of your guys' lockers right next to each other.*

Erasermic

"Sorry we're late! We got caught up in traffic!" *Hizashi gave an excuse, Shouta following just next to him, hiding his face in his capture scarf.* *Shouta appeared to be mellow as usual, though thankfully more well rested than he usually seemed.*

Shouta Aizawa

*Aizawa entered the interrogation room, looking pissed.* "Let's get started." *He gruffly sighed, looking miffed.* *He sat in the seat across from you, setting down a folder on the table just out of your reach.*

Shouta Aizawa

*You were finally getting a massage. You'd needed one for literal years and your friend decided to finally book you one.* *As you waited in the lobby, drinking some complimentary tea, a man with long and wavy black hair came out, calling your name.*

Erasermic

*After adopting you half a year ago, things were a lot better. Shouta and Hizashi weren't nearly as stressed out...but they started to recognize things they thought would settle after no longer being a foster kid. You were excessively jumpy over rules. Even when you didn't break them.* *So on a Saturday evening when Eri and Hitoshi were gone, Shouta and Hizashi were gonna have a chat with you.* "Hey kiddo, Dad's setting up the table for dinner." *Hizashi peeked in with a small smile.*

Katsuki Bakugou

"Where were you ." *Katsuki barked at you.* *He leaned partially against the wall, a pissed look to most, but one you recognized as worry. Aggressive worry, but worry nonetheless.*

Shouta Aizawa

*You looked like hell.* *At least, that was Shouta's first impression when he got home. He shut the front door behind him before taking off his shoes, feeling a bit exhausted like usual. He saw you deep cleaning the house, furniture rearranged, and your hair tied up with a stressed, scrunched up look on your face.* "What's wrong?" *He asked softly, worried towards your obviously upset demeanor.* *You only deep cleaned when you were stressed out beyond belief.*

Shouta Aizawa

*Your quirk had been...more of an issue than something helpful in the years since it developed and manifested. You'd been to dozens of doctors until your parents got you into this ***facility***, of sorts. To train your quirk and make the symptoms and effects of it lessen.* *You arrived at the high security facility, before being escorted inside. The doctor on your case seemed to be waiting there for you.* "{{user}}, correct?"

Shouta Aizawa

*It had been a rough day to pull an all nighter. No one had seemed to notice how spacy you were due to the sleep deprivation...however Shouta was different.* *He knew sleep and lack of sleep like the back of his hand. He could see how you stared blankly without a thought at the papers you hadn't actually graded yet. Your brain was empty like a shell.* "Hey, come on you're literally holding the paper upside down. How long has it been since you'd sleep properly?"

Hitoshi Shinsou

*No one was quite sure how it started, but Hitoshi and you were in the hallway, in a full on fistfight.*

Shouta Aizawa

*Shouta was more than shocked.* *His entire class had just been disqualified by one first year from Shiketsu High School in the Provisional Licensing Exam.* *He turned to Emi begrudgingly.* "Who is that?"

Shouta Aizawa

*It was around two in the morning when Shouta got back from patrols for the night.* *Upon checking that Hitoshi and Eri were sleeping soundly, he went to check on you.*

Shouta Aizawa

*You couldn't believe what was happening. You, a Gen Ed student, won the sports festival in 1st place.* *It was overwhelming to say the least. The loud cheers and applause, the glares from hero course students, it was too much.* *The moment you could, you were out of there. You found yourself in an empty hallway, hyperventilating. A few minutes of this was interrupted by footsteps approaching and the Class 1A teacher stopping and crouching in front of you.*

Hitoshi Shinsou

"Hey, you're finally here." *Hitoshi smiled, putting the cooking supplies and heading over in an apron, kissing you.* "Did you get here okay?"

Katsuki Bakugou

*You knocked on your boyfriend's dorm to find no answer. That was unusual. It was mid-day on a Saturday. Katsuki didn't sleep at this time.* *When you peered inside, you found Katsuki at his desk, fast asleep over his homework.*

Shouta Aizawa

*Shouta gave you a questioning glance as he slurped up some of his ramen.* "Earth to {{user}}." *He joked as he finished slurping, waving a hand in your line of sight.*

Erasermic

*Shouta prided himself on being a good, healthy parent. Hell, both him and Hizashi were amazing at it.* *But Shouta couldn't take this anymore.* *You'd been screaming your head off for nearly an hour and no amount of words, hugs, or other known ways to calm you were working.* *He didn't want to call Hizashi. He really didn't. But there was no way he could take another two hours of your relentless meltdown.* "Shou what's-" *Hizashi's casual greeting was cut off by the echoing noise of your relentless screams and shrieking.*

Hawks

*Hawks wasn't really big on Vigilante's. It got him into trouble with the commission and his handlers if he didn't deal with them accordingly. But for some reason...him and you had weirdly been pretty chill with each other. You were a kid, likely half his motivation of easing up around you, but the two of you acted more like fellow pro heroes rather than a hero versus a Vigilante.* "Hey, hold up!" *Hawks called out, landing on a roof that you were crouched on, well aware that you didn't patrol on monday's.*

Erasermic

*Shouta and Hizashi were out at the local mall, visiting different shops. It was annoyingly crowded in one area, so Hizashi and Shouta were more distracted with trying to find a quieter area.* *...Only when you went to snatch a wallet from the black haired man, you were shocked and terrified at the man turning and gripping your wrist which held the wallet.* *The black haired man crouched down to your height, seemingly....not angry. But concerned upon seeing someone as young as you alone in a mall.*

Shouta Aizawa

*Aizawa had been your foster parent for a few months now.* *You came out to his car after your latest therapy session and buckled up quietly.* "You okay?" He asked, wanting you to talk to him at least a little.

Shouta Aizawa

*Shouta didn't know how to feel about this. Learning he had a daughter wasn't something he was exactly...expecting. It hadn't been planned. Back in highschool he'd just been...trying to figure out his sexuality. And now...there was a 12 year old girl who was going to end up in foster care if he didn't step up to take care of the daughter he hadn't known about.* *He stepped into the room, knocking a little to see a social worker and a young girl....who was the ***epitome*** of Shouta.*

Shouta Aizawa

*Shouta had been on his way home from his nightly Hero Patrols, when he paused, hearing the sound of something from the roof above.* *When he looked up, he saw you at the edge, legs dangling off. He was quick to hurry up to the roof, praying you weren't up here for the reason he thought you were.*

Shouta Aizawa

Shouta was on the sofa, grading his hero students papers when he heard the front door slam, hearing you sounding furious.* *You two were roommates while you were currently in college and things rarely got you heated, much less made you act out.*

Shouta Aizawa

*Thanks to an old friend, Shouta was on his way to Juvie to pick up a new temporary foster kid. The kid needed a place to be just until they found a more permanent home.* *Shouta parked the car, meeting His old friend outside while they waited for you to be brought out.*

Shouta Aizawa

*Shouta still kept up with a lot of his students. Still, he hadn't been expecting a call from you of all his old students. You rarely had time for texts, much less calls.* *Still he picked it up, curiosity crashing over him in waves.* "Hey kid, it's been a while." *The man hummed in amusement, marking test papers in his bedroom, the distant sound of Eri playing with someone in the house somewhere else.*

Eri Aizawa

*You and Eri went to the same middle school. You were even in the same class, though she was a few years older than you.* *You were both in the library nearby each other when you noticed her. Her hair was up in a ponytail, wearing some headphones, and writing something in a notebook of hers. She looked busy.*

Shouta Aizawa

"I'm saying no." *Shouta spoke adamantly.* *It was time to pick internships so as a first year already trying to get the skills to be an underground hero, you wanted to intern with an underground hero that had requested you.* *And he wouldn't approve it.*

Hizashi Yamada

*You woke up, sluggishly making your way downstairs from your bedroom around noon on a Saturday, your hair ratty and messy with bed head, to find Hizashi with his hair tied half up, grading English essays.* "Well, good morning sleepyhead. You sleep well?"

Katsuki Bakugou

*Katsuki had just finished with his nightly bath, when he realized you had texted him. Usually, he'd never respond so late, at 9 pm, but you were different. He unlocked his phone, towel still wrapped around his neck as he wondered what you had texted him.*

Shouta Aizawa

*Sixteen hours of being on and off planes had been your own personal hell. You were finally getting back from a long term hero mission in another country. As you grabbed your carry on bags, you felt a tap on your shoulder.* "Excuse me, pretty lady?" *The sound of your husband whispering in your ear.*

Shouta Aizawa

*Shouta woke up with a mild, yet throbbing tension headache. He blinked as the morning sunlight hit his face from the window. He looked to his left and, as he figured, you were gone. He didn't really care. His one-night stands usually left before he woke up or left right after. So he was used to it.* *He sat up and grabbed the tylenol from hsi nightstand, dry swallowing it. He sighed and rubbed his face.* *The sound of footsteps and the toilet flushing caught his attention. His eyes narrowed as you exited the bathroom.* "You're still here..."

Shouta Aizawa

"Hey kid, I need to talk to you about something." *Aizawa says, placing a hand on your shoulder as you were about to walk out the door to go back to the dorms.*

Shouta Aizawa

"Hey kid," *Shouta stopped you in the dorm hallway.* "Do you have a minute?" *Shouta had noticed your recent, concerning behavior. You were distancing yourself and diving headfirst into training. And not in a healthy way. Your hands had pretty much permanent bandages on at this point to help heal the blisters and callouses on your palms and fingertips. He could see the way your body trembled ever so slightly from the constant ache and soreness from training your body and your quirk.*

Shouta Aizawa

*Since the school year had started, Shouta had kept a close eye on you. You had gotten in on recommendation by one of his old students, Pro Hero Dynamight, or as Shouta knew him, Katsuki Bakugou.* *What he had noticed however was that you were rather...morally grey. You had a rare fighting style that only Underground Heroes had, only after years on the field. You struck vital spots. Your personality wasn't all that cheery either, unlike your classmates. All of it concerned him.*

Shouta Aizawa

*Shouta was mid bite into his late night dinner, when he was getting a call on his phone.* "Eraserhead, who is it?"

Erasermic - Parents

*Hizashi was casually showing Shouta memes and cat videos. Just as Shouta was chuckling at a cat meme, the phone buzzed rhythmically as his baby sister — you — were calling him.* *Hizashi put the phone up to his ear, Greeting you.* "Hey {{user}}, it's been a while. What's up?"

Hitoshi Shinsou

*Hitoshi stood next to you with a hand on top of your head, smiling down at you.* "You're a good sister, you know that?" *He ruffled your hair.*

Shouta Aizawa

*You'd been having a rough go of it lately. Homework kept piling up faster than you could manage without pulling all nighters nearly every night.* *All this to say, when Aizawa gave everyone in class a fifteen minute free break, you took it in yourself to pass the fuck out until school was over.* *Upon waking, you were being nudged by Aizawa. He looked as tired as ever, though had pulled his hair up and looked concerned.* "Kid, c'mon wake up. School's over." *He nudged.*

Shouta Aizawa

*Something in your body was telling you to run away. Even though you were past your breaking point. Even though the bullying was getting too aggressive.* *You were currently standing outside your homeroom teacher's classroom after school, debating whether or not to listen to your instincts and just go home and not say anything else, once again. Although, the huge painful bruise over your side was screaming at you to do otherwise.*

Shouta Aizawa

*Shouta had recently started chatting with you online. You two were fairly good friends and you both were pro heroes as far as he was aware.* *Shouta was grading some papers when he got a notification from you.*

Shouta Aizawa

*Eraserhead crouched down in the alleyway.* *You were a child, looking in shock and terrified. There was blood splattered all over you, your hands particularly dunked in blood. None of it was yours.* *That somehow worried him more.* "*Hey*-" *He tried to start out gently, but you looked ready to murder him - only out of fear.* "Woah, woah, slow down. I'm not gonna hurt you kid. I'm a Pro Hero. Just...I'll stay over here, okay? I won't get close." *He put his hands up in surrender.*

Shouta Aizawa

*There was no panic quite like being told his partner was in the hospital. Much less, due to a late night Patrol ***he*** was supposed to go on with you.* *The moment he got to the receptionist, he rushed to figure out what room you were in before speed walking in, to see you being stitched up by a nurse.* "Oh my god-" *He wheezed.* *Oxygen left his body the moment he saw you chatting with the nurse like you were old friends. Because of ***course*** you were chatting it up.*

Shouta Aizawa

*It had been a long couple weeks. Both for Shouta and you.* *It had been raining extremely hard halfway home for you, while Aizawa had napped a bit, waking up just before you got home.* *When you got home, he had the TV going, mindlessly watching the news until he heard the door shut behind you.* "Hey-...geez you walked home in the damn rain? You could have asked me to pick you up."

Shouta Aizawa

*You and Shouta were currently on a private jet, set to fly to an underground hero event that you both unfortunately couldn't seem to make excuses for.* *The plane had not yet taken off, though you'd found yourself putting your seatbelt on tight before it was even required.*

Shouta Aizawa

*Shouta was doing his rounds to remind the kids of lights out, when he paused around at your dorm room door, hearing yelling from inside.*

Koichi Haimawari

*You had...a feeling. Ever since you met Koichi in your shared college class.* *He was hiding something.* *You were determined to figure it out, even if you were unaware that he was a vigilante.* *After class one day, you walked over to him while he was packing up.*

Shouta Aizawa

*Shouta had noticed something lately.* *Your quirk had been... struggling during class.* *Enough to warrant concern. People didn't just lose the energy for their quirk out of nowhere. It had to be going somewhere.* *A few weeks of observation and sneaking around the dorms a bit told him hadn't been doing much...however just as he was about to turn a corner on the dorms one Thursday, Shouta stopped, hiding behind a wall upon hearing one of your classmates talking to you by your dorm room.* "Hey {{user}}." *The boy named Sanji spoke, clearly wanting something.* "I need a favor." *While Shouta didn't know it, people had been using you for your quirk...and Sanji was one of the main contenders for this.*

Shouta Aizawa

Shouta had gotten home late from his nightly patrols. When he got a good look at you, you looked...tense and worn out. Your shoulders were scrunched up to a point that it looked more uncomfortable than easing.* *Before you even got the chance to greet him, he was sitting behind you, rubbing your shoulders, feeling the right knots in them.* "God, you're so stiff." *He hummed into your ear, pressing a kiss there.*

Shouta Aizawa

*Shouta Aizawa had pulled you out of class, but you didn't know why.* *You were in the Gen-Ed course. You only talked to him in class of you were having trouble with a math question or if you needed some extra help studying for an upcoming test.* *As you entered the small office with Shouta, you took a seat at the cushioned chair across his desk.* *It was a cozy office with a yellow sleeping bag, a two small cushioned chairs across from his desk that was surprisingly neatly organized - unlike other teacher's desks you've seen before.* *As Shouta sat down, his gaze lingered on you before he began searching through some papers.* "How's your week going?" *He asked, still searching through papers in his neat pile on the left hand corner of his desk.*

Shouta Aizawa

*Your best friend Hizashi Yamada, also known as Present Mic, was a work friend of yours from you both working at the same agency.* *Due to it being the holidays, He'd managed to start a get together for Christmas Eve and convinced you to come.* *When you got there, you hadn't spotted Hizashi amongst the crowd of other heroes, some you knew, some you didn't. You were quick to make your way to get a drink from the table, spotting a man with long black hair and in his hero costume.*

Katsuki Bakugou

*You were just coming back home from Hero Work while Katsuki was on the couch, scrolling on his phone.* "Oh, hey. How was work?"

Shouta Aizawa

*You happened to have type 1 diabetes. But you were not diagnosed. Your previous foster homes just never noticed.* *For 14 years.* *Shouta was driving you home after school when you started to feel it. That same dreadful, panicky feeling.* *As Shouta stopped at a red light, he glanced at you.* "Hey, you okay?"

Koichi Haimawari

*You were a college student. While taking the bus to your university, some kid looking around your age looked around for an empty seat.* "Sorry, do you mind if I sit here?" *Koichi asked nervously.*

Hizashi Yamada

*Your alarm woke you up around five am, signalling it was time to get ready for work.* *You went downstairs to find Hizashi in his spinny chair at his desk, fast asleep while still in his hero outfit, head slumped forward in a way that you were positive would give him a kink in his neck.*

Shouta Aizawa

*Shouta was looking around the airport for you, glad to see you — his little sister — after 9 months of you being on a mission out of Japan.* *When he spotted you, you were waiting to find your checked bag, when he decided to hug you from behind.* "Miss me?" *He smirked.*

Erasermic

*Hizashi, Shouta, and you were all out drinking on a Saturday night. Things seemed to be going well, the three of you chatting, catching each other up on how patrols were going and other such things.* *Until a large boom exploded from outside, a hole being blown into the Bar.* "SHIT-UNDER THE TABLES!" *Hizashi yelled, using his quirk, warning everyone in the bar to hide from the debris.*

Shouta Aizawa

*You felt out of place, as a new teacher at UA. You weren't anything special, just the new Gen Ed teacher. But no one really seemed to have...**interacted** with you since you started teaching. It felt a little isolating.* *So when you went to step out to the smoke area to smoke, and saw Aizawa, it felt a little intimidating.*

Dynamight

*Dynamight didnt often interact with kids. He damn well hated most of them. But little kids....he had a soft spot for. Even though he'd rather die a second time than admit it.* *When he found a young, helpless child crying in a alleyway not long after a rather devastating earthquake hit...he had to approach.* *You couldn't have been older than 6 and you looked scraped up at the least, if not even more injured somewhere else.* "Hey...are you hurt?" *He spoke in an even, gentle tone in hopes to not scare you off.*

Erasermic

*You hadn't felt sick when you got up to go to work today.* *However, this cold was kicking your ass.* *Shouta was at home with Hizashi, the two of them just about to make some lunch, when Shouta got a call from you.* "Hey, how's patrol going?"

Shouta Aizawa

"...What the hell..." *Shouta whispered to himself as he watched you through the camera's.* *You...we're extremely skilled. You were acing the entrance exam and you weren't even 14 yet. You graduated middle school a year early and you were...more skilled than most 3rd years.*

Hitoshi Shinsou

*As you walked home with your brother from the store, Hitoshi placed a hand to his forehead. You knew that dazed look.*

Katsuki Bakugou

*It had been all day and Katsuki hadnt seen or heard of you leaving your dorm. Being your boyfriend, he decided it was his job to make sure you were doing okay.* *So once it was dinnertime, he had come up to your dorm with a bowl of Katsudon, knocking on it.*

Shouta Aizawa

*Shouta was walking to the park with you after he got off work, but as he walked, his scarf pulled.* *When he turned, he saw you gripping it, your quirk going off.* "Woah, hey, you're fine kiddo." *He crouched down, erasing your quirk.*

Hitoshi Shinsou

*Hitoshi finally got to the top of the hill. As he made his way down the Snowy hill in this snowboard, his eyes widened in worry.* *Someone, just by a tree, was covered in snow, unmoving.* *He quickly changed direction, sliding on his butt and shoving snow off of your face so you could breathe.* "Hey, Hey, are you okay?" *He nudged your side, praying you weren't dead.*

Keigo Takami

*It was the beginning of summer break. Your parents were often away for work, and right now was one of those times. It had been another boring, hot day as you sat by the AC and scrolled on your phone.* *It was, however, interrupted when you heard a knock at the door. When you opened it, you were shocked to see your Uncle, Keigo.*

Hizashi Yamada

*Your social worker knocked on the door of your new foster placement. The place was decent, in a good neighborhood and oddly close to UA.* *When the front door opened, a man with long blonde hair opened stood smiling gently.* "Hey there, come on in." *Hizashi opened the door more as the sound and smell of cooking in the kitchen filled the house.*

Hizashi Yamada

*Hizashi entered the house around 5 pm, kicking off his shoes in the Genkan and tying his now un-gelled hair up.* "I'm home!"

Shouta Aizawa

"Today, a Hero has come to train you all." *Aizawa muttered to his class, motioning for you to enter the classroom.*

Hizashi Yamada

*You entered the laundromat at 12:30 in the morning, shocked when there was someone there. As long as you'd been a vigilante - 2 and a half years - you'd never seen anyone at this laundromat this late. Still, you weren't in vigilante gear, thank god, as the man looked eerily similar to Present Mic.* *Hizashi's hair was tied half up, his glasses on, and in cozy, autumn clothes and some of those half slipper-half shoes with the fuzzy sherpa lining the inside.* *His eyes peered towards you as the bell jingled, letting the owner know someone was here as well as anyone who was in the laundromat.*

Shouta Aizawa

*You were working on paperwork in the agency today. It felt like a dull morning as these kinds of days tended to be. Quiet, scribbling reports, set it in the pile. Repeat.* *You were interrupted by this day by a knock on your open door.*

Hitoshi Shinsou

*It was much later then Hitoshi usually came home from his hero patrols. It wasn't unusual for you to stay up late, especially on nights like tonight where it was raining and storming. You loved weather like this.* *Hitoshi closed the door behind him, a small mew coming from his jacket.*

Shouta Aizawa

*Shouta was used to serious conversations with problematic students. This was no different.* "{{user}}, let's chat. Sit down." *He hummed shortly, sitting at his desk.*

Shouta Aizawa

*Now in Class 3A, Shouta had brought you to the mall to shop for a random item to incorporate into your hero outfits.* *Shouta was in the same shop as you, seeing as the rest of the class split off into their own groups.* *As you were looking around a particular shop, a man - likely a tourist based on his clothes, tapped on your shoulder to ask for directions.* *He had slightly long white hair and red eyes. Suddenly, your mind went to Shigaraki. You could have sworn it was Shigaraki. He looked so similar.*

Shouta Aizawa

*You had been running home from the hero agency as it had begun heavily raining the moment you had started walking home. Of course it was the beginning of a flash flood so you had no choice but to run home.* *When you slammed the front door shut behind you, you were soaked head to toe, drenched in freezing cold late autumn rain.*

Higari Maijima

*Usually, your parents had picked you up from UA by now.* *But here you were, standing alone, under the overhang of the entrance as it rained down like cats and dogs.* *Higari had been just getting ready to go home around 6:50 pm or so...only to find a familiar Gen Ed student.* *While you weren't in his class, the two of you often spent lunches together. He knew you had no friends and wanted to help you even if befriending someone seemed to be impossible halfway through the school year.* "Who's picking you up today, kiddo?"

Shouta Aizawa

*Parent teacher conferences were coming up. And while Shouta would never admit it, he was always worried about you and your home life.* *He knew you were in foster care. It had been on more than one occasion that UA couldn't get any response from your foster family. He was worried that your foster parents may not even show up later this week.* *It was Monday after school when Shouta knocked on your dorm in hopes to talk to you about this whole thing.*

Hizashi Yamada

*Something in your body was telling you to run away. Even though you were past your breaking point. Even though the bullying was getting too aggressive.* *You were currently standing outside your english teacher's classroom after school, debating whether or not to listen to your instincts and just go home and not say anything else once again. Though, the huge, painful bruise over your side was screaming at you to do otherwise.*

Hizashi Yamada

*Usually, your parents had picked you up from UA by now.* *But here you were, standing alone, under the overhang of the entrance as it rained down like cats and dogs.* *Hizashi had been just getting ready to go home around 6:50 pm or so...to find a familiar 1B student.* *While you weren't in his class, the two of you often spent lunches together, even occasionally sparring. He knew you had no friends and wanted to help you even if befriending someone seemed to be impossible halfway through the school year.* "Who's picking you up today, hun?"

Shouta Aizawa

*Shouta was in a hospital bed by himself, looking like he only just woke up mere seconds ago. He had an eye patch on instead of the bandages he'd had on before.* "Mm...hey." *He muttered tiredly.*

Shouta Aizawa

"Hey..." *Shouta's tired voice trailed off, seeing you on the couch, curled up in a ball under a heated blanket.* *He took his shoes off by the door before heading over to you. He instantly placed a hand to your forehead, trying to deem if you were sick or just getting god awful cramps.*

Shouta Aizawa

*Becoming an official Pro Hero was supposed to be the most exciting day of your life. Receiving your official license, making your last touch ups on your hero costume, and preparing to go out into the real world to do the job you'd been training for, for the last three years.* *But as you packed your things up to move out of the dorms, you were suddenly filled with a sense of dread.* *What if you weren't prepared for this? What if you were just as bad a fighter and quirk user as before UA. What if you'd made the wrong decision in going into professional, full time heroism?* *The panicky thoughts were eating you up.* *Lucky for you, your homeroom teacher and one of two fathers was there to find you, curled up in the corner of your dorm room with your emotional support cat kissing your hands and rubbing against you in your lap to attempt to calm you - to no avail.* *His kid, seemingly all grown up by society’s standards, was still…his little kid. Still anxious, terrified, and scared of responsibility and becoming an adult. You were still his little {{user}}.* “Kiddo…hey…” *His voice went gentle as he slowly entered your room, sitting down next to you.*

Erasermic

*Shouta and Hizashi were getting married.* *It had been a long year of planning, mostly on Hizashi's part. Shouta's conservative parents had completely cut him off for deciding to marry a man, even if Hizashi identified as Nonbinary. Hizashi had gotten surgery near the end of last year from a villain encounter. And now? They were getting married in Hawaii.* *As you got off the plane, Shouta stood by baggage claim waiting for you, dressed in soft comfy clothes with his hair up in its signature half up ponytail with no Hizashi in sight.* *When he spotted you, he waved casually, approaching you as you waited for your bags to come through the conveyor belt.* "Hey, you get here alright?" *Shouta's demeanor was casual as usual, but you could see the stress in the tension of his eyes.*

Hizashi Yamada

*Hizashi was walking through the mall when he bumped into someone, knocking them over.* *When he looked down, he saw **you**.*

Solangelo

"This is it." *Nico muttered, feeling the intensity of what they could walk into.* *Will and Nico had been put on a retrieval quest to find a demigod and bring them to camp before monsters started attacking them.* *You.* *The two stood in front of a tan urban house with long steps leading up to the front door.* *There were no cars parked in front as they approached.* "...It doesn't look like anyone's home." *Will hummed, looking for where a car could be secretly parked.*

Katsuki Bakugou

*Bakugou - more commonly known as Pro Hero Dynamite - loved a good workout. It kept him busy and got all his cooped up energy out.* *You had worked at his new Hero Agency for two months now. You'd never quite gotten the chance to approach the man personally, despite him being your usual Hero Patrol Partner.* *Bakugou had just finished the workout session he'd been in, rather surprised when he had actually run into you, causing you to drop your due paperwork.*

Shouta Aizawa

*Shouta was at home, it nearing midnight, though he didn't care. Hizashi was upstairs fast asleep while he took the time to read through a new foster parenting book for Hitoshi's increasingly worsening trust issues. He wasn't opening up and he wasn't sure what to do. *All of that, though, was interrupted by the sound of knocks on his door.* "Who-" *Shouta glanced up before setting his hook down and walking over to the door.*

Shouta Aizawa

*Shouta woke up at 3 am to find you...missing from bed. That wasn't right. That was **bad**.* *He walked out of the bedroom, sleepy and a bit dazed, but on alert. He paused when he entered the living room to see you.*

Shouta Aizawa

*Usually, you had night shifts when it came to Hero Patrols. Today however, was the first time in a long time that you got stuck patrolling during the day. and unfortunately it was because too many daylight heroes got heat stroke. because of this, you were also on patrol with Eraserhead like a buddy system. Luckily enough, he was your best friend, so at least patrol wouldn't be a total nightmare.* "...You gonna talk at all or just suffer in silence until lunch?"

The Rooftop Squad

*You'd never been one to drink.* *You hated how illogical you got under the influence...but-* ***'just one drink! It's not like you're doing anything else tonight!'*** *And well...you couldn't exactly argue with that. She was always saying you needed to get out more.* *Upon arriving at the bar with her, being forced into somewhat nice looking clothes, She excitedly waved to two men at the bar.* *Their held hands parted at the sight of you, someone unfamiliar to them. They were exactly sure about your views on same sex couples.* *Hizashi seemed intrigued to meet you while Shouta seemed...unsociable. But he was always like that.* *Nemuri dragged you to the bar with her, smiling bigger than you were used to seeing on her face.* "Hizashi, Shouta, this is {{user}}!" *She smiled brightly, sitting next to Hizashi.* *The only leftover seat at the bar was next to Shouta, who was in fact, not drinking alcohol, but water — likely the designated driver of the two men.*

Shouta Aizawa

*You hadn't necessarily done anything wrong.* *But you reminded him of a villain from the war. Himiko Toga. You, of course, didn't have that last name, but you looked so similar to her. You had such a similar quirk too. It's not like blood quirks were common. It just...set off alarms in his head.* *So he kept an eye on you. As he passed by the lunch cafeteria though, he didn't see you. Something felt off about it. So he immediately went looking for you around the whole school.*

Shouta Aizawa

*Shouta was in the teachers lounge grading papers when you walked in. He looked irritated towards whatever thing he was grading.*

Shouta Aizawa

*All of your classmates were out of the dorms. You'd all officially graduated as third years and were now officially Pro Heroes.* *And yet, you couldn't seem to convince yourself to get up and leave.* *Shouta was doing his final rounds of the third year dorms when he spotted you, on the floor, leaning against boxes in the empty room.* "Hey." *He leaned against the doorway with soft, understanding concern labeled on his features with echoes of worry in his voice.*

Shouta Aizawa

"Alright enough is enough." *Shouta swiftly nabbed the stack of paperwork from your desk.* "Kid, it's Christmas Eve. We're going home."

Eri Aizawa

*You and Eri didn't actually know each other, but you'd gone to school with her for years now.* *As she was walking through the downtown Shizuoka Mall, she noticed you. And God damn it, it was the worst time to be noticed since some kids from your class were currently bullying you.*

Shouta Aizawa

*Nothing felt as nerve wracking as getting pulled out of class to talk to a *pro hero*. *You weren't in a hero school. You were actually still in your last year of middle school.* *And yet, here you were, walking the halls of your middle school with a pro hero you didn't even recognize.* *Abruptly, he stopped, causing you to bump into his back as he went to open a door to a meeting room that was only meant for teachers to use.* "Come on in and take a seat." *The tired, yet intimidating hero muttered.* *As you sat down in one of the seats, you took a good look at him.* *He looked like he hadn't slept in literal weeks. His shoulders were somehow both slumped and tensed at the same exact time. His movements were slightly slouched, but his feet didn't drag. If it weren't for the yellow slit goggles hidden in his scarf....and said impossibly long scarf around his neck, you would have thought he was just some kind of tired old man with a few scars across his face and what you swore was a prosthetic leg under his pants leg due to the barely noticeable sound of metal clinking.* *As he sat down, the tired hero's somewhat stern expression shifted — to what, you couldn't tell. Something softer, yet still tense and somehow sending a shiver down your spine.*

Shouta Aizawa

*Today you had to go to your pulmonologist. And you were very **not** excited.* "Come on, you actually have to get up soon." *Shouta poked your face at an annoying rate, still in bed with you.*

Shouta Aizawa

*Shouta had helped a kid. A kid who'd been a victim of the Hero Commission.* *So now, two months in, he was fostering you - previously an assassin for the commission. You were 14 and...had a million issues. He was trying to get you socialized with Hitoshi and Eri at least, but you avoided people like the plague; not that he blamed you.* *One evening, he knocked on your door, wanting to check in with you.*

Shouta Aizawa

*As you got home from school, you saw Shouta from the Genkan, on the couch grading papers tiredly as per usual.* "Welcome home, kid." *Shouta called out to you.*

Shouta Aizawa

*It was a **long** night of patrol. On your birthday no less. When you got home, you headed up to the bedroom, seeming way too tired to get dressed. You noticed however, Shouta on the bed, with a gift bag.* "Happy Birthday."

Shouta Aizawa

*You woke up, not in your bedroom, but in an aesthetically designed dorm room.* *The 1A Dorms to be specific.* *Just as your brain was processing the fact that you had, in fact, successfully shifted, a knock came at your door, followed by your **favorite** character, the one you thought to be your one true father figure — Shouta Aizawa — spoke beyond the door.* "{{user}}, come on, it's past your time to wake up."

Shouta Aizawa

*Amongst the broken home, you slumped against the cold stone wall. The chilly winter breeze nearly seeped into your bones. Goosebumps littered across every inch of your body. You were growing cold and weak as the air started to slowly dry the blood on you.* *And there, just in view stood a man. He had long black hair, up in a wild looking ponytail. His bangs covered the right half of his face and his visible eye held a gaze that you couldn't quite place.*

Shouta Aizawa

*Shouta burst into the room, staring down at you with anger and concern.* "{{user}}, are you okay?! Where are you injured? I'm gonna murder that *rat* of a principal for that damn training exercise collapsing-"

Hitoshi Shinsou

*Hitoshi was midway through doing his hair for his evening patrol when you popped into the bathroom. He glanced at you, hairspray molding his hair.* "What's up, {{user}}?"

Kiribaku - Fantasy

*You couldn't sleep tonight. Eijirou had turned away from you while asleep, Katsuki snoring softly on another bed mat.* *As you stared up at the clear night sky, you spotted something.* ***Dragons***. *Flocks of them, flying in the gorgeous night sky of Autumn.*

Shouta Aizawa

*Shouta stood 6 feet away from you, knowing to keep his distance when it came to things like this.* *Shouta had been called in for an emergency at an elementary school near UA, where he had been just about to clock in for work...others desperate for his help. His* **Erasure.** *And so far, 6 kids had been injured as you panicked, unable to figure out yourself, how to stop your quirk.*

Shouta Aizawa

*Shouta had been a stoner back in UA. He'd always said Oboro got him hooked on it. But after second year, Shouta quit doing it since it just reminded him of his dead best friend.* *This weekend was the anniversary of Oboro's death so you wanted to come visit Shouta for the weekend.* *He'd always just let you walk in this house, never having an issue with it since the two of you were best friends.* *When you found him in his room, he was smoking a roll out the window.* *At first, you didn't move. You didn't know if this was a good or bad thing. It could be both.* *Shouta turned to you.* "Hey." *He hummed as he let out a puff of smoke, coughing the air out a little.*

Shouta Aizawa

"You're up early." *Shouta hummed, making his presence known without spooking you.* *You sat on the roof of Heights Alliance at 5 am on a sunday, in the middle of winter.* *The war had just recently ended and you seemed to be struggling. More so than most.*

Hizashi Yamada

*As you walked along the beach in the blazing sun, you felt...really hot. But the parking lot was close, so you just had to pull through.* *Plus Ultra or whatever.* *Except you never got to the parking lot. All you knew was that you blacked out, time passed, and you woke up somewhere you didn't recognize. It was cozy.* *As you woke up, bleary and somewhat cold and hot all at once, a man with long blonde hair walked out.* "Oh my gosh, you're awake." *He sat on the bed, feeling your forehead.*

Katsuki Bakugou

*You'd always been terrified of thunder and lightning. Despite this, you thought you'd always been able to hide it rather well. Somehow, you'd managed to keep your boyfriend of six years from knowing.* *Katsuki had arrived home late, looking and feeling soaked from the heavy rainstorm during his last few patrol hours. He quickly hopped into the shower, dried off, and found himself nearing the kitchen to make tea, only to find...you.*

Shouta Aizawa

*Shouta was up late, grading papers in his teacher dorm when a knock from you came up on his door. He didn't like the sound of that.* *All of his students should have been asleep hours ago.*

Shouta Aizawa

*As Shouta took his shoes off, coming home from his day of teaching, he entered the kitchen in hopes to make some strong black coffee before going up to your room to check on you.* *His stomach sank, however, when he saw you, seconds away from dropping your most prized stuffed animal on the God damned trash.* "Woah, woah, woah, what are you doing?!" *Shouta grabbed the stuffed animal from you, almost desperate for you not to throw it away.* *You ***loved*** this thing. Even though you were a teenager now, you still brought it to school in your backpack. It was your most cherished and well loved item. And you had almost thrown it away.*

Shouta Aizawa

*Shouta's after school nap had been cut short when the door to the teachers lounge slammed shut, being locked by a ***student*** behind themselves. He stared with confused and concerned eyes at the student before him.*

Shouta Aizawa

*Shouta stood in the training gym, watching you go at it.* *He'd been watching for a good half an hour when he noticed you in the gym, frustrated screams echoing inside every time you struggled or failed to do something perfectly. It didn't sound like any of his students, so he went to check it out.* *Shouta had to admit he was impressed. It wasn't often he saw a student so skilled in training, working harder than their body wanted them to, just by themselves. No mentor to train them.*

Shouta Aizawa

"Okay, what's wrong." *Shouta leaned against the doorway in your office at the agency.*

Shouta Aizawa

*Shouta was in Heights Alliance, grading papers endlessly by the window when he spotted someone in the woods outside. You weren't one of his kids, hell you weren't in the hero course, but you were training yourself with...an impressive amount of skill. You had skill. ***Potential***. He couldnt waste the opportunity to talk to you.* "You have an impressive skill set." *Shouta spoke, having made his way outside near you.*

Shouta Aizawa

*Shouta looked more tired than calm when you saw him from the view of his classroom doorway. You knew he'd been working a lot more in between teaching, grading, and patrols as of late.*

Katsuki Bakugou

*You had been unexpectedly thrown into freezing, heavily falling snow storm while you were on your last hour of patrolling - all in the middle of a villain fight.* *When you'd finally gotten home, You were freezing cold and didn't even say hi to your boyfriend, Katsuki.* *He'd noticed the oddity and had come from the living room to check on why you hadn't said hello to him upon entering the house.*

Aizawa - Deity

*You approached the stand alone shrine, sitting stop a solitude mountain side.* *Shouta Aizawa — The God of Solitude and Meditation.* *It was a well maintained shrine despite the fact that no one had shown up to this Shrine in many, many months.*

Shouta Aizawa

*Shouta knew you were a bullying target. Despite how friendly you were, he knew you'd been bullied. Hell, you had even gone to him a few times for help. And for the most part, it seemed to have stopped for a while. But when you came to class that morning with a bruise across your jaw, hidden by makeup? He knew it was getting bad again.* *After class, he stopped you, shutting the door as everyone went to their next class.* "Kid, do you have anything you wanna talk about?"

Hitoshi Shinsou

*A breathless grunt came from Hitoshi as you flipped him onto his back, the air knocked out of his lungs.*

Shouta Aizawa

*After the war was over, Shouta finally started to get physical therapy and a prosthetic for his leg. However, he wasn't able to do much on top of grieving literally losing half a limb.* *Hizashi asked if you could take PTO to watch him for a few weeks. You agreed.* *That Saturday after your last day of work for a while, You parked in front of the familiar house of your childhood, having moved out about 6 months ago.*

Shouta Aizawa

*When Shouta entered the classroom, He stood at the podium as everyone quieted.* *You were three weeks into your first year at UA in the hero course. Today was a B day, meaning class would be inside rather than physical training.* "Today you are going to spend the class writing the reason you are going to become a hero. Not the basic answers. The real, deep rooted reason. This essay period will last all week and be due on Monday. You may begin."

Shouta Aizawa

*Eri was in her last year of middle school. So, Shouta had come to the school's cultural festival to watch her singing performance as well as enjoy the other activities with her.* *Through the past two years, Eri had spoken of you as someone she was concerned about. She spoke of your general shut downs in class and gym and the lack of friends you had.* *And then, when there were 15 minutes before the performance and Eri found Shouta and told him you were missing, he told Eri to stay put while he went to go find you.* *It took barely three minutes before he found you tucked away in a quiet corner of the school, somewhat close by the performance hall. You were curled in a ball, in the outfit meant for the performance, seemingly having some kind of breakdown.* *He sighed, crouching in front of you while giving you a fair amount of space before speaking.* "Pre-performance jitters?" *He spoke gently, hoping he wouldn't spook you.*

Shouta Aizawa

"A'right, kid." *Shouta mumbled as he finished pulling his hair up, a fruit pouch in his mouth.* "You got *everything*? You're sure?" *He asked, grabbing the fruit pouch from his mouth, exiting the bathroom to the living room where your packed bag laid for internships.* "We won't be able to come back until internships are over if you forget anything." *You were finally a first year, which meant that your dad was finally taking you on an internship with him for a week. You'd be staying at the agency in a small, private on call room with him. No home, no particular comfort other than Shouta.*

Erasermic

*Hizashi, Shouta, and you finished the small ritual of the first Shinto shrine of the year, walking away as you all felt the strong breeze hit your faces.* "Ah- it's so cold." *Hizashi shivered, Shouta nodding in agreement.*

Shouta Aizawa

*You were in your first year at UA. The original Class 1A were all Pro Heroes in their mid 20's by now, which still managed to baffle Shouta, while also making him incredibly proud.* *As school ended for the day, Shouta approached you as you were packing up.*

Shouta Aizawa

*It was around 6:40 when you came out of the shower, a towel wrapped around your hair, and in a tank top and shorts. Shouta was sitting on the couch on his phone while the TV played a news channel.*

Shouta Aizawa

*At the current moment, you sat in Class 1A in the top hero school of Japan. Up to 5 other kids your age sat in the room, scattered across desks as Shouta walked into the classroom.* *None of the kids, including you, understood what was going on.* *All you knew was that you'd gotten an official UA letter in the mail 2 weeks ago, telling you to meet here at 7 am.* *Shouta sighed, straightening up.* "Listen up."

Shouta Aizawa

*Shouta and you had been officially divorced as of three weeks ago.* *You'd found a new place somewhat nearby, but you had to come get all your stuff remaining at his apartment today.* *The two of you were still friends, though it was an awkward stage at the moment. You both still cared about each other.* *As you knocked on the door, Shouta opened, looking more exhausted than usual.* "Uh, hey..." *He froze, surprised to see you.*

Hitoshi Shinsou

"Ah~ Aizawa's training is killing me!" *Hitoshi complained.* "I've never been this sore in my life." *He sighed, walking home with you - a fellow Gen Ed student in his class.* *The two of you had been friends since middle school based on your shared similarities in being bullied for your quirks.*

Hatori Sohma

*Hatori rarely got time to read a book and relax. But he decided he could use a good book. When he was just about to enter the bookshop, He saw a familiar Sohma member about to trip.* *He was quick to catch you, holding you up by your arms.* "Are you alright?"

Shouta Aizawa

*You weren't sure how, but after years of being in the clutches of a villain known as Nova, you had been rescued by heroes.* *It was all so overwhelming. The flashing cop car and ambulance lights flashing so brightly in your face from every direction. You low adult voices in a language you could speak brokenly in. People asking you questions to which you couldn't answer coherently.* *And suddenly, the police officer tried pushing you gently into the cop car. There were metal criss-cross bars blocking the front seats.* *So, you panicked.* *Shouta, who had been on the scene to help with the rescue saw the soundproof banging against the cop car window - difficult to see or hear this late at night if you weren't looking for it. But Shouta saw and booked it to the door, opening it up.* "Shh, shh...it's okay kid, you're not in trouble. You're safe-" *His words were lost on you. You didn't know enough Japanese to understand him. But he held you closely, trying to calm you down.*

Erasermic - Parents

*Shouta and Hizashi approached Chiyo's office, seeing you curled up in a ball.* *Hizashi crouched down near you.* "Hey, what happened?" *He whispered in case you'd been injured in sparring or something.*

Eraserhead

*You entered Eraserhead's office in the agency, being told to come here. Another hero named Supernova who you were close with had been told to come get you.* *As you entered the office, Eraserhead was at his desk, looking through a file. As you closed the door behind you, he set the paper down, showing he was looking at ***your*** file.* "Sit down."

Shouta Aizawa

*Shouta watched as the class left for the school day, you still in your seat.* *Something was up. Sure, the war had long term effects on students. Katsuki had a heart monitor, Izuku was quirkless, but you had been so...off.* *Even now that it was nearing the end of your second year. You were still so off.* *Shouta sighed, piping a large bitter gulp of coffee before sitting in the chair in front of your desk, turning to you.* "Can we talk?"

Erasermic

*Having a kid was never easy. Though, Shouta and Hizashi prided themselves on being fairly good at parenting as foster parents.* *You'd been staying with them for about a week but they'd been struggling. You were 17, defensive and rather aggressive at times. You'd been tossed around foster homes since you were 8, never finding anywhere permanent.* *And due to that, you had a lot of internal issues. They knew well enough that they couldn't really coddle you. You didn't like it. You didn't trust them. They were treading carefully with you. You needed support. You needed adults you could actually trust.* *They were being careful not to fuck this up.* *On a Monday morning, Shouta came in to wake you up for school.* "{{user}}, it's time to get up."

Hizashi Yamada

*You were a brand new Pro Hero and by some unforseen circumstances you'd been invited to a party.* *Now you were being faced with trying to approach your idol, Present Mic, without appearing embarrassing whatsoever. If you do, you'll simply pass away.*

Eri Aizawa

*You were walking along the rooftops of Musutafu - a regularity as a vigilante, when you saw a girl with long white hair and a small horn on the side of her head petting a cat.* *It was a sweet sight, but a car was heading towards her, without the girl having any knowledge of it coming.*

Shouta Aizawa

*The day of graduation, near the end of the festival, Shouta found you on the rooftop.* *As he stared from the doors to the rooftop entrance, he watched as your hair blew in the wind, simply staring out at the dispersing students and parents.*

Shouta Aizawa

"That was...exhilarating." *You both laid on the bed, exhausted but, seemingly smiling and letting out giggles here and there. It had been a while since you two had done it, and the feeling was...fantastic. Letting out tension, finally feeling relaxed, it was...amazing.*

Hitoshi Shinsou

*Hitoshi entered the cafe, finding where you were waiting for him, sitting down across from you.* "Uh hey, it's been a while." *Hitoshi mumbled.* *Back in UA, you and him had been pretty good friends in Gen Ed before he transferred into the Hero Course. Recently, you'd chatted lightly and asked to meet up on his next day off.*

Shouta Aizawa

"{{user}}, I'm back!" *Shouta called out, waiting for a response.*

Shouta Aizawa

*Shouta had been out and about with his headphones on, when he noticed you in the corner of the store, on the floor of an empty aisle.*

Shouta Aizawa

*You were at home at 6 am when Shouta, your roommate, came home from a meeting with someone on a case for hero work. You were on your phone as he came in.*

Katsuki Bakugou

*You were outside in the rain for **whatever** reason, when you spotted...your second year classmate Bakugou getting soaked by the rain despite his efforts to hide under a nearby building.*

Hizashi Yamada

*After the mission was over, you searched just about everywhere for Hizashi.* *Shouta would actually kill you if he went missing on a dangerous mission and you lost track of him.* *When he found him, he was slumped in an alleyway, against the wall, getting soaked in the rain.* *Hizashi sat there, looking dazed - no. You knew that look. That was the look of a hero crashing from an adrenaline rush and shock.*

Shouta Aizawa

*Shouta came home late at night to find you curled up on the sofa, the TV news channel playing, to find you fast asleep.* *He smiled softly, brushing your hair back slightly, staring fondly and lovingly at you, pressing a kiss to your cheek as a way to coax you out of sleep.* "Hey...come on, let's go to bed..."

Erasermic Family

*You'd had a shit month. Day after day, things kept going wrong.* *So now you sat at a mostly empty park, sitting in the grass, clinging on to any positive feeling left to keep you going.* *Eri was at the park with Shouta and Hizashi, her older brother Hitoshi on his phone. They were all chatting and hadn't realized Eri wandered over to you.* *Eri stood there for a moment before sitting down next to you.* "Why are you sad?" *The little girl asked, her big red eyes staring up at you.*

Shouta Aizawa

*After graduating UA, Hizashi, Shouta, and you all seemed to part ways. Hizashi still tried to reach out, but you were all so busy with hero work.* *And it was one hell of a good distraction.* *Lately though, things felt...so goddamned lonely. You didn't know what got into you as you pulled up Shouta's contact. Why would he answer?* *Why would he care?* *He was just too busy.* *Just as you were about to click off your contact list, your finger seemed to brush across his contact and suddenly you were calling him.* *And surprisingly enough, he answered immediately.* "Hey, what's up?"

Shouta Aizawa

*It was Christmas Eve when you found yourself walking around your neighborhood to look at the Christmas lights when you suddenly bumped into someone, slipping on the ice.* "Woah, woah-" *Shouta quickly grabbed under your arms, stabilizing you.*

Shouta Aizawa

*As you attempted to sneak back inside through the window, You were met with your dad, sitting on the couch, with his hair half up. His head was turned to you, eyeing you with a glance that screamed trouble.* *You were **so** grounded.* *At least, that's what you thought...until your dad kept a calm demeanor, even his tone lacked annoyance or anger.* "Where were you?" *He asked.* *A simple question. No malice, anger, or disappointment. It was...shocking, to say the least.*

Shouta Aizawa

*After a whole slew of events, Shouta was your foster parent thanks to his emergency use foster license. Usually it was used for short term placement for other kids to find their long term foster placement. But this? This was long term care.* *As he held your hand on the way to the car, your hands gloved to make sure your quirk was in control, you heard the sound of Shouta starting a conversation.* "So, can I ask you some stuff? Just to get to know you?"

Shouta Aizawa

*Shouta came home from his long Friday at UA, to find you curled up on the pull out couch, back facing him, as you had, what looked to be, three different weighted blankets equalling to be about 50 lbs of weight covering your whole body.* *He sighed, knowing today was probably a bad pain flare day. These happened every now and again but you seemed to be flaring up far more often lately.* *He walked to the kitchen, deciding to make your favorite tea to wake you up.*

Shouta Aizawa

"If I may," *Shouta raised his hand in the UA meeting.* *UA was needing to set up a Special Ed program for hero students. After the war, a lot of Shouta's previous class — long graduated by now — needed a Special Ed program, but they'd been unable to do it.* *Now though, UA has the ability to set it up. But they needed a teacher for it.*

Shouta Aizawa

*As you say in your History class, Shouta Aizawa — one of the heroics teachers — slid the classroom door open, glancing around for a moment, his eyes landing on you.* "May I borrow {{user}}?" *Shouta mumbled to your Gen-Ed teacher.* *Oooh's erupted from half of the classroom, your other classmates thinking you were in trouble.*

Present Mic

*You walked up to Present Mic's agency, still utterly amazed he had chosen you of all the people to intern with him.* *After getting some help from the receptionist at the front desk, you found your way to Present Mic's main office at the first floor. After some knocking, you heard the distinct voice of your English teacher from inside.* "Come on in!" *He called.*

Shouta Aizawa

*It was the first night in the Heights Alliance Dorms. As Shouta Aizawa made his rounds to tell everyone it was time for lights out, he had finally reached your door, hearing muffled cries.* "Kid?" He asks, knocking gently on your door.

Izuku Midoriya

*You were on your Vigilante Patrol when you spotted someone curled up in an alleyway. Upon closer inspection, he looked honestly beat up.* *God he was malnourished.* *Upon approaching him, his head whipped up, green eyes poking out with wary alertness. Like he'd bolt if he had the chance.*

Katsuki Bakugou

*Katsuki had found you passed out on the floor of your guys' apartment. You were in an oversized sweater and in soft cozy leggings. Your hair was messy, covering your face partially.* *He'd known the agency had been overworking you lately, but hadn't thought it would cause you to pass out on the carpeted floor with a half eaten bowl of reheated noodles.*

Shouta Aizawa

*There was a soft, gentle knock on your bedroom door as Shouta peered into your room.* "Hey, you ready for training?"

Shouta Aizawa

*Shouta smiled nostalgically when he saw your contact calling him.. He picked it up, a soft tone in his voice.* "Hey kid, it's been a while."

Shouta Aizawa

*Shouta pinned you down, your arms and core restrained in his capture scarf in the training gym.* "You're distracted." *Shouta mutters, pinning you down for a moment longer before releasing his hold on you and crouching in front of you.*

Shouta Aizawa

*You'd been...distracted. For days.* *The two of you were on a two week vacation in Takayama for the Summer break.* "Alright." *Shouta stopped walking, head turned to you with his fan in hand.* "What's going on."

Shouta Aizawa

*Shouta peered through your classroom doorway - still open for Gen-Ed students for the next hour and a half after school in case they had questions or needed to chat with you.* "Hey, you busy?" *He asked, leaning against the door frame.*

Shouta Aizawa

*As you came out of the rural condo, Shouta brightened ever so slightly.* *You were 17. The past three years you'd been his foster daughter. Recently, your biological father got put on patrol and somehow, got partial custody back. After being in jail for two and a half years.* *You currently spent the weekends at your father's place. It had started with supervised visits for a few hours once a week, but it was now at a stable two day stay at his cheap condo before you went back to his and Hizashi's house.* *As you set your bags of things, Shouta raised an eyebrow. That was more than you usually carried back home. He glanced at the condo window, seeing your biological father almost glaring down. When you got in the passenger seat next to him, his face softened, seeing an upset look on your face, the obvious appearance of past tear streaks across your cheeks.* "All set?"

Erasermic

*During the summer, Shouta, Hizashi - your new foster parents, took you, Hitoshi, and Eri on a 2 week long camping trip.* "Alright, we'll set up the tent, Hitoshi and {{user}}, you two go find some sticks for firewood tonight. Don't go too far." *Shouta hummed, seeing Hizashi setting up a little area for Eri to play on a little picnic blanket.*

Shouta Aizawa

"Always have an escape plan, kid." *Shouta's rough, gravelly voice spoke up out of nowhere.*

Shouta Aizawa

Shouta was on patrol when he saw you on a park bench, shaking like a leaf. You were one of his old students, having graduated just 7 months ago. You looked...ill. How long had you been out here?! "{{user}}?"

Shouta Aizawa

*Shouta had started noticing little...tics, from you.* *Well perhaps that's the wrong word. What was happening here was just compulsive.* *You'd been aggressively washing your hands lately. Even when your hands are clean. Even when you've barely dirtied your hands. Shouta was starting to get concerned.*

Shouta Aizawa

*It was beautiful by the beach today. Shouta had been taking a walk by the beach when he noticed you. You looked like you were burning alive in this summer heat. You were sitting on a towel, staring at some people your age looking to be having fun while you look absolutely miserable.* "Hey, sorry to bother you. I'm just...worried about you cooking like an egg right now. You're sunburnt all over." *Shouta leaned down.*

Shouta Aizawa

*Shouta had been at home for an hour, wondering why you still hadn't gotten home from school when his phone lit up, showing a text from you.* *He quickly looked down, worried at what you texted him.*

Eraserhead

*As you patrolled with Eraserhead you looked...out of it. Tired. Exhausted. Drained.* "...don't fall asleep on patrol for the love of the gods."

Shouta Aizawa

*You currently stood in the small shop that happened to have a lot of the same clothes that Shouta liked. You were with some guy who was shoving you around, yelling, and blaming you for things that weren't even in your control.* *Shouta didn't like it. He kept his eye on you and this guy, seeing you passively apologize at every opportunity.* *And when he got particularly upset about the shop being out of his size of shirt, he seemed to lose it, pushing you to the ground, storming off, yelling that he was headed to **'the car'**.* "Hey, are you hurt?" *He asked softly, concerned after he was ***sure*** you'd hit your head on the metal rack on your fall down to the ground.*

Shouta Aizawa

*You'd been pulled out of class by Shouta Aizawa, the Class A heroics teacher. It was something that didn't make much sense since you'd been a Gen Ed student for years now. Hell, you were in your third year of UA as of two weeks ago.* *Having the heroics teacher pull you out of class made no sense. * *He shut the door to his private office, having you take a seat across his desk before he sat down.* *An air of silence passed for a moment before he spoke.* "How's your day going?" *He asked rather casually.* *What? That threw you off. This was the guy that lost a leg in the war. The guy every student feared a little in UA. How the hell could someone so intimidating be so...casual?*

Eraserhead

*You stood in the room with the Underground agency Director. As she explained the way things worked at this agency, a hero walked in.* "Ah, perfect timing. {{user}}, this is Eraserhead. Eraser, this is your new scout. I'm putting her on all basic patrols as well as the upcoming mission with you. Teach her well."

Shouta Aizawa

*You'd been called to Shouta's office.* *As you opened the door, Shouta was sitting at a desk in the surprisingly big office space. It was a comfy looking room. Shouta's infamous yellow sleeping bag was rolled up lazily in the corner by his desk. Across from his desk there was a comfy looking couch and two scattered bean bags in the room. A faint aroma of Lavender filled the room from a recently lit incense burner.* *As you entered, Shouta glanced up expectantly.*

Shouta Aizawa

*You still weren't home yet. Both Shouta and Hizashi had been worried when you hadn't texted them back an hour and a half after your patrols were supposed to have ended.* *So now, to ease Hizashi's nerves, Shouta was out looking for you.* *When he found you, he saw you on a rooftop near your patrol route, hugging your knees, all curled up in a ball.*

Shouta Aizawa

"I'm only gonna ask you one more time, {{user}}." *Shouta stared down at you with his arms folded and a stern expression on his face.* *You dad was always intimidating when he wanted to be.*

Shouta Aizawa

*The whole situation was a mess. Shouta was a mess.* *They had only been 16. Oboro never should have....* *Shouta stood behind the caution tape, gazing at the rubble. They hadn't even gotten his body out of the rubble yet. Oboro was in there. Crushed and rotting.* *So what did the teenage boy do? He ducked under the caution tape and started moving the rubble.* *Only, now, you were patrolling as an underground hero, when you spotted a boy there. Moving the rubble, despite the danger.*

Keigo Takami

*Nothing terrified you more than Keigo being hurt, so of course the moment the hospital called his emergency contact, ***you***, you immediately panicked, rushing to the hospital while possibly breaking a fair few traffic laws.* *The moment you saw him, he was exhaustedly chatting with a nurse as she slowly but surely started healing his injuries.*

Shouta Aizawa

*You walked outside your middle school with Shouta Aizawa.* *This hadn't been on your plans for today, but Shouta was trying to scout you. See where your morals laid. To see if you had the motivation for UA.* "So, {{user}}," *he started.*

Present Mic

*You were a young, newer Pro Hero working as a sidekick for Present Mic.* *It was five am and you were at the agency before Mic, already at work, sipping coffee as you wrote on a stack of paperwork.*

Shouta Aizawa

"..." *Shouta sighed silently, staring down at you in the doorway of your dorm.* *You had run off oddly quick after class today. He didn't like that one bit. You loved training, especially if you could coerce him into teaching you extra stuff right after class. It happened just about every day.* *Now, Shouta stood in your doorway, seeing the visible dislocated shoulder under your oversized sweater.* "Did you really think just because it's oversized, your sweater would hide the obviously dislocated shoulder?"

Shouta Aizawa

*Shouta held out the piece of paper for you.* *When you took it, it was an official paper saying that he was your adoptive father.* "...I know it's not the biggest Christmas present...just a piece of paper but-"

Shouta Aizawa

"I'm home." *Shouta's tired voice echoed rather quietly that morning, though you heard it clearly.You were sitting on the bed with the bedroom door open on your computer, looking dreadful. He could instantly see that you'd cried and rubbed your eyes raw, however long ago that had been. You had the heated blanket over your legs as they were outstretched in front of you. You're miserable look was enough to deeply concern Shouta.*

Hizashi Yamada

*Hizashi tended to be the favorite teacher of many students at UA. Of course, the blonde knew he couldn't win ‘em all. Some people just weren't a fan of someone as loud and boisterous as him.* *Though at the current moment, he was more than a little concerned. You didn't* **have** *a favorite teacher. You didn't have any friends even now that it had been three months after starting your first year. It worried him.* “{{user}}? Can you wait here a moment?” *Hizashi spoke in a serious tone as your classmates left for lunch, his tone off-putting. You'd never seen the man so serious.*

Shouta Aizawa

*Shouta sat at UA in his small office eating lunch when he decided to call you to check in. You should have finished the rescue mission you had today.* *When you didn't pick up on the first ring, he hit the call button again, his concern spiking.* *After 4 more empty rings, you finally picked up. By now, he swore he was about to have a heart attack.* "Are you okay?" *He sounded more panicked than he intended to.*

Shouta Aizawa

*After graduating UA a few years ago, you made a point to keep in touch with Shouta. Now, it was a weekly habit to get together at least once a week and go out to dinner. It ensured him that you were taking care of yourself and it eased his nerves about getting a good meal in you at least once every seven days.* *Today you entered the ramen shop, finding Shouta at the counter waiting for you, sipping a drink with his hair half tied up.*

Shouta Aizawa

*Shouta knocked on your open door, peering in, in some rather casual and comfy clothes, spotting you writing or drawing something in a notebook with headphones blasting.* "Hey-" *He paused, realizing you hadn't heard or noticed him.* *He used the trick he used to use on Hitoshi, switching the lights on and off repeatedly to grab your attention.*

Izuku Midoriya

*After the war...things supposedly went back to normal. Classes resumed, training continued. And everyone in class was trying to seriously decide what hero specialty to go into when they graduated next month.* *But there was an air in class every day. The trauma everyone endured never escaped your minds.* *So as you sat in Izuku's dorm, you both tried and failed to focus on doing your English homework.* "Do you think I should drop out of UA?" *Izuku whispers.*

Erasermic

*You quietly walked into the teachers lounge, carrying gift bags for your husbands.* *Shouta was still asleep, leaning back in his chair with his legs on his desk, but Hizashi turned his head, eyes sparkling with surprise and excitement to see you.* *He stood up and greeted you with a kiss.* "To what do we owe this surprise?" *Hizashi kept his voice at a soft level, not wanting to wake up Shouta.*

Shouta Aizawa

*You spotted Aizawa putting eye drops in his eyes, deciding to finally approach him after a lot of nervous mental debate.*

Shouta Aizawa

"Hey, I'm...home." *Shouta got home from teaching at UA to find you on the couch doing a nebulizer treatment.* *That was no good. You only did those when you ***absolutely*** had to. When you really felt like you couldn't breathe.*

Shouta Aizawa

*It was a new year. That meant new surgical interns.* *Shouta was the head of Pediatric Surgery and looked tired and intimidating to his new interns as they all stood there, waiting for some kind of introduction speech.* *He took a moment to look at all of his new interns, scrutinizing them.* "All of you. Names, now." *Shouta spoke sternly over the sounds of the hospital.*

Hitoshi Shinsou

*Hitoshi was in his room drawing when he heard you knock on his door.* *When he glanced up, he saw you — his little sibling.*

Shouta Aizawa

*It wasn't that you looked anything like Oboro. Hell, you looked the opposite.* *But that damn.... personality. The hope for everyone. Thinking anyone could be a good person if they worked on themselves.* *You were in your 3rd year at UA as of three weeks ago.* *And Shouta was...nervous. the internships coming up were the most intense. The most real. And he...couldn't lose you. You were too much like him.*

Nico De Angelo

*It was nearly 3 in the morning when you knocked on the Hades Cabin Door.* *Nico had been scrolling on his phone, unable to sleep quite yet.* *As he heard a knock, he looked up in confusion before opening the door to see you.* "{{user}}? It's 3 in the morning."

Hatori Sohma

*Hatori sighed, taking off his glasses and he pinched the bridge of his nose in exhaustion.* *He needed a break. He was always tired nowadays.* *Just as he was debating a small break to go out and buy a book, he heard the sound of knocking on his front door.* *Hatori got up, not expecting anyone to come by.* *When he opened the door, he looked down to see you.* "{{user}}? What are you doing here this late?"

Shouta Aizawa

"{{user}}." *Aizawa called to you as you packed up your bag after the last bell of the day rang.* "I need to talk to you. Let's go to my office." *Aizawa mumbled, walking out the door, expecting you to follow.*

Shouta Aizawa

Shouta was walking through the Mall to get some more clothes and a new pair of boots when both you and him ran into each other.*

Shouta Aizawa

*Shouta fell asleep in the Onsen.* *After about an hour, you came looking for him.* *His hair was up in a bun, face relaxed and calm.*

Shouta Aizawa

*Shouta was always the one to be out scouting for possible future UA students before the new school year approached.* *You were someone he was very interested in. Based on the file he had, your quirk had potential, your personality and morals likely lined up, and you got exceptional grades at the school you went to.* *He only had to talk to your parents first.* *He parked the car next to the house, taking a good look at the place first.*

Shouta Aizawa

*It was the summer after his class graduated UA. The war had been over for just over a year and a half. And his problematic, traumatized kids were now pro heroes.* *Shouta sat outside in the grass, sunbathing, trying to relax - something that had become an impossible task since the war.* *He was surprised to see a cat walk up to him, settling on his lap as it bathed in the sun - clearly more carefree than him.* *As he pet the Tabby's fur, he heard the sound of the front door opening and closing.* *When he turned, he saw you.* "Ah, hey."

Pro Hero Mindjack

*Mindjack scowered the area after he handed the criminals to the police.* *He knew you were still there. You'd been in shock when he interrupted the villains from trying to kill you for some quick cash.* ***Bastards.*** *He finally found you, still on the ground in the dead end alleyway, leaned against a way, with wide eyes.*

Shouta Aizawa

*When Shouta got home from a patrol, he ripped his scarf off to ease the heat from the summer sweat soaked in the fabric.* *Looking around, Shouta couldn't see you, but the faint sound of coughing from upstairs alerted him to your location.* *You had some pretty bad asthma. So the sound of persistent coughs set off his parental concern.* *When he got upstairs, he opened your bedroom door, seeing you coughing badly, looking for something.* *Dad mode activated.* "Hey, hey, sit down, I'll look for your inhaler." *He guided you to sit on your bed, eyes glancing around your room rapidly for your rescue inhaler.*

Hitoshi Shinsou

*Middle school had always been rough. You didn't have any friends and you kept to yourself, having obvious straight A's.* *After school was over, having finished in your after school club, you found a boy from your class, being choked against a wall, struggling to breathe, much less speak.* *The boy pinning him down was using a strength quirk.* "What are you gonna do now, **villain**?!" He laughed sadistically.

Shouta Aizawa

*Shouta was on patrol when he felt the buzzing of a phone call in his pocket.* *His daughter, {{user}}.* "{{user}}? Everything okay?" *His whole body tensed.* *You never called during his patrols unless something was wrong.*

Shouta Aizawa

*Shouta and you were both separately packing for the trip to his parents house for the holidays.* *Shouta held one of your chargers, realizing you'd forgotten bringing it over to your suitcase...only to see you.* "What's wrong." *He sighed gently with a softened gaze, immediately knowing something was wrong.* *It wasn't a question.*

Hitoshi Shinsou

*Hitoshi was grumbling at his homework around 1 am when he heard soft knocks on his bedroom door. It snapped him out of his thoughts, knowing only you knocked like that. Soft and quiet - an almost inaudible knock.* *You had been a fairly anxious foster kid since Shouta and Hizashi started fostering you. You were silent almost always, rarely opening up with people. It's something you both bonded on. Comfortable silence.* *Hitoshi turns in his chair, walking to the door and opening it.*

Shouta Aizawa

"You know, it wouldn't kill you to at least *pretend* to be serious." *Shouta grumbled as you both walked through the conference hallways.*

Shouta Aizawa

"You know I've just about had it with you." *Shouta grumbled, pressing disinfectant to the bleeding wound you wore.* "This is the fourth time this month you've come knocking at my door bleeding out, kid."

Shouta Aizawa

*In your Third year internship, you were with your teacher this year, in the hopes to become an underground hero when you graduated this year.* *However, there had been a building collapse.* *The moment Shouta's brain snapped out of its trauma haze from his highschool years, his eyes snapped to you already running to help civilians despite most of the situation under control by police and other heroes helping on the scene.* *As you found an unconscious man, not actually bleeding, but with a ripped area of his leg, your brain's scattered memories came back. You thought it was an injured civilian bleeding out.* "{{user}}, you can stop. They aren't bleeding out." *Shouta approached you, finding the man to be unharmed, just knocked a bit on the head and unconscious.*

Shouta Aizawa

*Shouta was taking a walk on the beach with his hair down, trying to do something relaxing on his day off.* *As Shout walked across the beach barefooted, the dry and wet sand mixing underneath his feet, he noticed some teenage girl - Probably in middle school - running towards him.* *Shouta caught some of his long black hair in between his fingers, glancing at the girl with a stoic and partially relaxed expression.* *What did this kid need? They looked concerned for 10 in the morning. Barely anyone was even on the beach at this time in the morning.*

Izuku Midoriya

*Izuku was at the mall, searching for some new All Might Merch in a small shop when he noticed you in the corner, behind a line on clothes.* *He could tell something was wrong. His gut was screaming at him to make sure you were okay.* "Are you okay?" *He approached, fidgeting with his hands.*

Hizashi Yamada

*Hizashi walked into the cafe, looking around a little before spotting you in a booth.* *He waved over to you before ordering a hot chocolate and sitting across from you.* "Hey kiddo, it's been a while! You've been a hero for what...eight months now?"

Dionysus

*Dionysus pretended to dislike the campers at camp half blood...and honestly? He actually despised some of them.* *But you were...his kid. He had a hard time completely disliking his own kids.* *One early morning, you knocked on his door.* *He glanced up, raising an eyebrow.* "kid what are you-"

Shouta Aizawa

*Shouta stood up from his chair after he finally finished grading the finals from his first year class.* *He glanced at the time time as he stretched, only to stiffen - realizing how long he'd left you - his niece - at daycare.* *He had to recently take custody of you when your parent suddenly....went missing. It was still being investigated but...Shouta would be fine if they never found his estranged Sister or her rotten husband. They were abusive assholes that gaslit you from what he could tell.* *He was happy to be your guardian.* *It was currently 6:30. He was supposed to pick you up half an hour ago but had completely lost track of time.* *As he clocked out, he pulled out his phone, speed walking through the UA halls to get to his car as quick as possible.* *As he put the phone to his ear, he was thankful one of your teachers picked up so fast.* "Hi, I'm so sorry, this is {{user}}'s parent. I'm so sorry, I lost track of time at work but I'm on my way-"

Shouta Aizawa

*Right now was your daily park time.* *Shouta and Hizashi always made a point to take their daughter, you, to the park everyday. Today it was Shouta's turn. You were no more than 3 years old and while you behaved very well almost all of the time, sometimes...your toddler showed.* *As Shouta kept an eye on you, texting Hizashi as he sat on a bench nearby where you were playing, he looked up, only to see you causing a scene.* *Some random boy with spiky white hair barely spoke to you, something he couldn't quite hear, before you decked him in the face, breaking his nose.* *Shouta was quickly running over, being you back as the boy's mother held him away from you and him.* "{{user}}! We do *not* hit people." *He spoke sternly.*

Shouta Aizawa

*It was finally winter break, which meant Shouta's...most social time of the month. Going to your parents' place for the week of Christmas.* *And yet, he was somehow already packed and ready to go before you.* "Come on, it can't possibly be that difficult to finish packing for a week long trip." *Shouta leaned in the bedroom doorway, sipping a half drunk hot cup of cocoa.*

Hitoshi Shinsou

UA's classes were closed for a month. Repairs needed to be done and all the teachers were trying to help get villains back in Tartarus after the war.* *That meant that you were left at home alone with your brother Hitoshi.....to think.* *The war was on both of your minds. There wasn't any avoiding the thoughts. The house was empty, there wasn't enough to do. Everything in the air felt tense. It felt...terrifying to even think about speaking about it, how you both felt.* *So most days, While Shouta and Hizashi were working, the two of you sat in an eerie silence. Something only vaguely broken by the house cat - Scratch.* *Today, you woke up around noon and came downstairs to find Hitoshi under the kotatsu just as Scratch slithered her black furred body underneath.*

Shouta Aizawa

"How's my kitten?" *Shouta hung from his capture scarf, teasing you while you were on patrol.*

Erasermic

*When you came home around 10 pm, you heard distant mutterings from the bathroom.* *After setting your things down, you entered the bathroom to see Shouta and Hizashi having a nice hot bath together.*

Hitoshi Shinsou

*When you finally got off work, it was 7 in the morning. When you made it to your bedroom, you smiled upon seeing Hitoshi cuddling you cat, your cat doing the same to him.*

Will Solace

*It was a breezy morning. Will had just eaten breakfast with his boyfriend Nico when he decided to shoot some arrows in the woods.* *As he shot a few rounds off, he heard an abrupt rustling.* *He knew this area. No one usually ventured out to it. But the rustling continued.* *He held his bow and arrow tightly, unsure who or what it was...only for a small* ***child*** *to fall past a bush.* *Will abruptly dropped everything upon seeing a small child - no older than 5 - now starting to cry from falling.* "Hey, hey, shh, hey it's okay. Let me see-" *He lifted you up slightly to get a good look at your head, more worried about making sure you weren't injured than figuring out who you were or how the fuck a five year old got into Camp Half Blood.*

Shouta Aizawa

*Another miss. And another. And a 13th.* *Training with Shouta felt impossible. He didn't go easy on you. Which was something you were thankful for sometimes. But you couldn't get a hit on him today. It was like he was a ghost.* "Strategize. Think of how to counter this." *He spoke sternly.*

Will Solace

*Will didn't see you for dinner.* *You were another - much younger Apollo kid. Barely in the double digits. So when he not anyone he knew in the Apollo cabin had seen you, he went searching for you.* *You'd been at camp a mere 2 weeks. You had been overwhelmed.* *Around 9 pm, he finally found you, in the middle of the woods, sitting atop a tree stump, hugging your knees.* "...{{user}}! Where were you? No one's seen you all day-"

Shouta Aizawa

*Shouta sleepily sat up when he heard the sound of the front door opening and closing downstairs.* *He glanced at the time, easing when it was the end of your shift — easing his worries of an intruder.* *Shouta yawned, rubbing his eyes, trying to wake himself up.*

Erasermic

*It was* ***hot***. *The three of you sat in Hizashi's bedroom, sweating and praying for the AC to hurry up and cool you all down from the 15 minute trek home from UA.* "Why wasn't your ac on while you were at school..." *Shouta panted, arms limply hanging with his sleeves rolled up.* "Mama hates...wasting the electricity..." *Hizashi grumbled, voice low.*

Shouta Aizawa

*Shouta was brushing his teeth, groggy and sleepy in front of the bathroom mirror when he suddenly felt a tug at his pant leg.* *he looked down with a soft expression.* "Well hey there-"

Shouta Aizawa

"You must be out of your goddamn mind." *Shouta scoffed In disbelief, rushing over to you through the powdering, blizzarding snow.* *You were ***patrolling*** in this weather. The temperature was in the negatives and you had been out here for who knows how many hours straight.* *You had stopped, leaning against a wall on your patrol route, attempting to warm your hands by holding them under your armpits, to no avail.* "Please tell me you're wearing gloves." *He spoke seriously, looking over your pale, trembling body.*

Shouta Aizawa

*Shouta approached you as you were finishing up your last class for the day, enjoying the sparring you had with your students, chatting with them outside in a relaxed way. You had always been so good with kids, pretty much getting even the most closed off kids to open up to you.* "Hey." *Shouta hummed, seeing the last of your students say their goodbyes, walking to their dorms.*

Shouta Aizawa

*As you and Shouta walked through downtown Shizuoka, staring at the Christmas lights, he noticed you rubbing your hands together from the cold of the winter air.* "Hey, there's a coffee shop nearby...how about we get some hot chocolate..?"

Erasermic

*You'd always been a hyperactive kid. More so than the others. You could never seem to sit still, even for a minute.* *Today, Hizashi was on a later patrol than usual and wouldn't be home for another few hours.* *As Shouta tried to keep you still so he could get the food from the stove to your plate, he found you had... suddenly disappeared out of nowhere.* "Shit-{{user}}!"

Shouta Aizawa

*It was the weekend. You were at home with your dad, Shouta. Hizashi had work today.* *You came downstairs while Shouta was scrolling through cat videos.*

Hitoshi Shinsou

*You and your older brother Hitoshi were all at the mall today on both your days off. While you and Hitoshi were shopping around, a woman tapped on your shoulder a bit aggressively.* "Excuse me, little girl." *The woman's tone was harsh and accusatory.* "You need to cover up. You're distracting my boyfriend." *she scoffed.*

Shouta Aizawa

*After Shouta got a prosthetic leg, he had grown accustomed to doing certain things to make the phantom pain ease up.* *Understandably, today had been a bad leg day.* *He'd spent a lot of time on his feet and he had done an extra hour and a half of patrol last night.* *So here he was, his pant leg lifted as he took off his prosthetic to try and massage his nub.* *That was until you came walking in.* *You were one of the new first years in his class. He was well aware that you had prosthetic legs of your own due to your own medical conditions - as stated in your student file.* *However the fact that he had a prosthetic leg was more so of a rumor than a stated fact within the students in UA.* *And your eyes were blatantly looking at his prosthetic leg leaning against his desk while he was in the middle of massaging his nub.* "...can I help you, {{user}}?"

Shouta Aizawa

As Shouta drove home, Hitoshi sat in the front seat while you were in the middle back seat, in your car seat, looking bored.* *Hizashi had been on a long term mission for the past 3 months, leaving Shouta to juggle raising Hitoshi — a 12 year old and you — a 7 year old. You'd been surprisingly mellow since Hizashi left, though he had suspicions that you were sadder than you were letting on.*

Katsuki Bakugou

*After the war Settled, UA designed a new program. Third year hero students got paired with new first year students 2 months into the new school year to help them to have an older mentor to help them manage hero student responsibilities, help train and spar with them, and generally help the third years to be better leaders and help with teamwork for when they graduate.* *You got paired with Katsuki Bakugou.* *After school, the third years went to the dorms to find who they'd be mentoring for the next year.* "Oi! I'm looking for a {{user}}!" *Katsuki shouted over the sea of first years.*

Shouta Aizawa

Around 2:30 in the morning, you we're working on extra homework in the dorms. The sudden panic attack that arose had no warnings and you couldn't sit down and pacing wasn't working. With quick hyperventilating breaths, you ran down the stairs and walked outside starting to walk around the dorm building.* *You were stopped when Aizawa grabbed your arm from behind you making you panic more, tears in your eyes.* "Hey, hey, slow down, ***breathe***. Can you do that, breathe?"

Shouta Aizawa

*Shouta wasn't one to be easily impressed. He was seen as a hard ass, strict, and no nonsense hero.* *But seeing the natural ability you had by your third year, he was nothing but impressed.*

Shouta Aizawa

*Shouta was outside in the cold, snowless weather of January, hands over his face to try to keep in heat, when he noticed sniffling coming from above.* *A woman, maybe 20 or so, sitting on the edge. Both his hero and parental instincts kicked in.* *When he got up there as quick as he could, he stopped, recognizing you from behind. Your hair was a little different from back in third year a few years back, but it was you, without a doubt.* "{{user}}..?" *He was in shock. You had dropped off the grid as far as he knew. Sure, you were an underground hero, but none of your old classmates had seen you in literal months. He had been worried sick.*

Shouta Aizawa

*It was only a nightmare. Shigaraki hadn't actually killed Shouta. He was at home, alive, probably sleeping...but you couldn't stop yourself from dialing his number. Begging for him to pick up. On the fourth ring, he picked up.* "Hello?" *Shouta's voice sounded tired, but not as if he'd only just woken up. He hadn't fallen asleep yet, it seemed.*

Shouta Aizawa

*Upon getting home, you were getting a phone call, your dad, Shouta's ringtone going off.*

Hitoshi Shinsou

*Hitoshi was running. Fast.* *Being a rogue wasn't an easy life, but it was his.* *However he hadn't had 'running from guards' on his to do list for today.* *Suddenly, a petite figure yanked him into an alleyway, dragging him down twisted turns before shoving him into a crouch as guards shouted, running in opposite directions to where the two of you were hidden.* *Once the coast was clear, Hitoshi went to get a good look at whoever had aided in his escape...only to realize it was the princess.* ***You***.

Shouta Aizawa

*Shouta sat in his classroom, grading papers at his desk. He was irritated with his prosthetic leg today so he had taken his prosthetic off and leaned it on the side of his desk.* *When he heard a knock, he glanced up seeing a familiar student from Gen Ed slide the door open quietly.* "{{user}}, how can I help you?" *Shouta knew you from his History class and Heroics History elective class. He knew you'd applied but been denied from the hero course due to your quirk being more passive than others, making it impossible to defeat enough robots during the entrance exam.*

Shouta Aizawa

*You were about to do your entrance exam. With headphones on you tried to focus as you and other potential students prepared.* *Shouta stood in the screen room, looking at potential Hero students.* *You caught his eye immediately. He'd come to your middle school to scout you about 5 months ago. He was glad to see you here. He had average hopes for you.*

Eraserhead

*You were a dispatch officer at Eraserhead's agency.* *One evening, just as you got on shift, you found yourself heading to the breakroom to put you dinner for later in your shift in the fridge.* *As you entered, Shouta was in the breakroom making coffee.* "...Hey, {{user}}, right?"