Bnha Aizawa - Blog Posts

I'm missing out because i'm working on a kiribaku animation and it's going to take a while to finish, ~since I work too~, but I'm thinking of posting the progress here on tumblr (or I'll delete everything myself and fuck it) , stay there with a little bit of the my shit storyboard 😅

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Aizawa 🤭🤭 I can never stay consistent in a style… but I enjoyed coloring his stomach mmm

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Bnha rant #9

This one is also super short but!! Its the last of the hero costume saga! I'll be moving onto quirk theory next :)

Todays rant is the 0.5 of the positive rants. Its about Eraserhead or Aizawa!

The only real issues I have with his hero costume are his support item and the fact that he doesnt put his hair up. The support item one will come later when I do the support item saga so I'll start with the hair!

His hair is the biggest give away of when he is using his quirk so its very illogical of him to have long hair. He could cut it short and then bam! No one would be able to tell! Orrrr, if he wanted to keep it long he could just put it in a bun and then nobody would be able to tell!

There are so many simple solutions and it just bugs me that he doesnt put his hair up.

I, however, do think his overall hero costume is great for similar reasons to Tokoyami !

TLDR: Aizawa has a great hero costume that really only needs small changes to be perfect.

It would be interesting to see an AU where aizawa finally teetered over the edge of insanity due to trauma, with present mic there of course in some way to attempt to help.

Hopefully this doesn’t seem too far, intrigued by how this plot may go.

I wasn't sure what direction I wanted to take this and so after much research this is what I came up with. I'm not completely satisfied with it but may continue it in another part eventually.

“Aizawa maybe you should get some help-” 

“No” This wasn’t the first time he and Mic have had this conversation despite not having really spoken in a couple months now. In fact, Aizawa hadn’t even come out of his house in the last two months, always muttering about something coming to get him much to his friends and coworkers' confusion. Of course this was strange even for the raven haired man as he was usually on top of his work. But from the smell of him, he hadn’t been on top of anything in his life recently. His house was dark and unusually messy for the usually neat and logical hero. “I’m serious Shouta this can’t be healthy” the usually loud and upbeat hero said seriously as his coworker looked around wildly as though seeing something that nobody else could. “They’re watching me, they’re always watching me” the dark haired man muttered walking away from his friend who stood there in the living room silently as Aizawa once again, shut himself in his room. What or who was watching him? What was he talking about? And how could they help him? All these things Mic wondered as he made his way out the front door, distraught from not being able to truly help his friend as he teetered on the edge of complete and utter insanity.

Hi Hi

How about a scenario where Aizawa's daughter takes a hit for him and almost dies?

Thank you for your time!!

Thanks for the request! I'm not sure how I feel about what I wrote but I hope you like it!

It wasn’t supposed to be like this.

It was only supposed to be a simple patrol, that's why he brought you along to begin with. He thought it would be safe to finally let you on the field with him. He was wrong. Very, very wrong and it’s probably shaved a good few years off his life as you lay against him in an alleyway, the pool of blood below you only growing larger and staining both his and your own hero suits as he tries to suppress his panic. “Why the hell did you do that?” he asked wincing at the way his voice cracked “I couldn’t let you get hurt” you whispered as the two of waited for backup as “you idiot, It's my job to stop you from getting hurt” he sighed as the sirens got closer “your job as a hero or as my father?” you chuckled only to wince in pain as you did.

Before he could respond an ambulance quickly pulled in blocking the entrance to the alley, your vision narrowing as voices shouted for you to stay awake, to keep your eyes open, to keep living. The first thing that came to you was the smell of antiseptic, quickly followed by the various sounds of the hospital equipment and hushed voices. “The suspect didn’t get very far and is now in police custody” an unfamiliar voice whispered as a much more familiar voice followed it with a tired sigh “that’s good”. The next sense to return, although slowly and almost painfully, was your sight as the overhead lights almost blinded you, the hushed voices now silent. The raspy groan you let out was almost inhuman as the man you could only assume was a police officer hurried out of the room silently.”Water” you rasped attempting to sit up only to be eased back down by familiar hands. “Let me raise the bed,” Aizawa said, the look of relief that flashed on his face quickly and almost unseen as he held down the button almost hidden away on the side of your bed. Once the bed was raised enough for you to drink without spilling you quickly sipped the water ignoring the pain in your throat from the rush of liquid that flooded it as your father chuckled at you. “Am I in trouble?” you asked nervously hoping that his amusement meant you’d be let off the hook “You’re definitely in trouble” he said as if it were obvious and to you, it should’ve been “shit.” you cursed hoping he’d at least ease up on the punishment since you were his favorite child (his only child). But at least you were alive and that was all that mattered to him, and hopefully you’d think twice before throwing yourself into danger (you’d do it again).

Hiii, i was wondering if you could please write a bnha Aizawa oneshot (or drabble) in which he has a daughter and he dreamed she died in his arms but she was safe and sound sleeping in her bedroom 🩵 thanks you🩵

I hope it's ok that I used Y/N as the name cause I couldn't think of anything else.

It was dark.

Much darker than any of his dreams had ever been before, with nothing but darkness everywhere he looked. 

Or so he thought.

Glancing to his right, his gaze landed on something he’d hoped he would never encounter; his child, facing off against the very nomu that messed him up at the USJ. His panic flared as his heart beat quicker than it had in a long time, but he couldn’t move. Something had him stuck in place as he watched his daughter fight the nomu using the capture weapon he himself had taught her to use. She put up a good fight, despite how much it hurt to watch as the nomu threw her to the ground over and over again he still couldn’t move no matter how hard he tried as she lost more and more blood, slowing her down enough for the nomu to get devastating hits on her, the sounds of bones breaking all too loud for him to handle as tears gathered at his lash-line. 

Finally, when it seemed she could no longer get up off the ground was he able to move as he sprinted towards her as her body twitched and limbs were splayed out in directions that surely weren’t natural. “Y/N, wake up” he said frantically, lightly smacking her face in an attempt to wake her from a slumber that seemed all too eternal. But it was no use, as her breathing slowed until it stopped all together and sobs wracked his body. She was dead.Waking with a gasp, sweat poured from his body and tears he hadn’t even noticed stained his face as he tried to ground himself, telling himself it was only a dream but it was in vain as his breathing only sped up as he rushed out of bed and into the hallway. He had to make sure she was ok, that she was here, that she was breathing. Quietly, he opened her door, wincing at the sound it made as it eased open revealing the dimly lit room where Y/N lay sleeping. Walking closer, he watched relieved as her chest rose and fell, a sure sign that she was breathing. Sitting on the ground against her bed, he let relief flood his body now that he was sure of his daughters safely if only for now.

Hello there :)

I was wo dering if you could write a platonic Aizawa please :D

He has a daughter and she has a school talent show and he does everything to assist even though he has a lot of work and he made it just in time to see her doing an incredible performance

Thankssss

Thanks for the request! I tried to make it longer but I'm not sure it's much longer than a drabble.

He was running late.

After a month of everyday practice between not one but two jobs it was finally time for all that hard work to pay off and unfortunately he was running late. 

It was like the world just didn't want him to watch his daughter's performance. First his alarm didn't go off, then he got side tracked doing paperwork, and now there was traffic. If he didn't move fast he'd miss the start of your performance. 

Something that nobody really took that seriously, he still wasn't going to miss the school talent show you had been so excited for. 

The bouquet of flowers in his grasp wouldn't last forever either but it seemed he had some sort of luck, because right as he slipped into the crowded auditorium he could spot you taking the stage. With a sigh of relief he found a seat not far from the stage.

It was worth it.

The late nights prepping, the early days practicing, and the stress of it all. It was all all worth it to see you get on that stage and absolutely smash the competition, a feeling of pride swelled in his chest even as you spot him from the stage and especially as you accept the small plastic trophy that, though small, meant the world to both of you.

Could you do a shota Aizawa playlist? And could you try to avoid metal (and others similar) genres in the playlist? Thank you sm 💗

a quick drawing of aizawa because he is a good dad. I made this in like 2 hours...so I know its not as great as it could have been but I tried :-)

Time for Himiko’s backstory as promised!

Warnings in advance

1: I don’t know what I’m doing

2: ⛔️ do not read if triggered by the following ⚠️

Physical abuse

Mental abuse

Experimentation

Murder

More murder

Death

Arson but only once

Swearing

Guns

Syringes/needles/scalpels

And kidnapping.

Now let’s start!

her birth parents names were

Aka Shinamoru

And

Tani Shinamoru

No Himiko is not related to Akatani Shinamoru in any way I just used the name twice in the past because I was out of name ideas at the time and by now it’s too late to changer her name

Now when Mei was born her parents were already disappointed because she was born female and they were sexist assholes who wanted a boy so he could “carry on their legacy and become a hero” but apparently a girl couldn’t do that as well.

So of course they mildly abused her it was mostly just mild neglect and yelling but sometimes hitting her if she did something wrong, horrible parenting technique really.

they named her a mix of their names so her legal name was Akatani Shinamoru

I was dumb and named them the same ok?

Her life sucked at home and at school it was ok she didn’t really have any friends except for one, Jun Hano. Jun was her best friend they got along well because her parents also thought she should’ve been born a boy.

Then just a couple weeks before her fifth birthday Jun got a quirk! It was similar to her parents it gave her the ability to see the true nature of people meaning if say a random kid was acting nice she could tell if they were genuine or not.

But a month later Akatani still hadn’t gotten her quirk so her parents took her to the doctors to see why. But the doctor told them the worst possible news.

Akatani was quirkless.

She had the double pinky joint and therefore would not gain a quirk

But it seemed her body should be able to handle a quirk if she had one, her body was fit for whatever quirk she should’ve gotten.

Her mom was able to take energy from the surrounding area and give it to herself allowing her to feel more energized, she could also take energy from people. Her dads quirk allowed him to heal people using the persons own energy and her body seemed to be fit for holding more energy than most people but without a quirk she couldn’t do anything.

When they got home her parents finally showed their anger and beat her.

And it only got worse from there.

Seriously this is when her life had some joy in it, it only gets worse.

Every little thing she did wrong she’d get yelled at and hit for, even just making a little bit of noise would wind up in her getting hit.

Her best friend noticed that Akatani was acting different and when she asked what happened she told her the truth.

She was quirkless.

But Jun didn’t care, so they made a plan, on akatani’s half birthday they would run away together changing their names to Mei and Tei and never looking back.

It would’ve happened but that night her parents had called someone to the house. From what Akatani heard they were talking about her, but she could only barely hear them, until they called for her.

When she came down she was met with what looked to be an old man with odd glasses and a mustache, along with her parents and two other people who looked like bodyguards of sorts wearing all black and carrying firearms.

The weird looking old guy greeted her kindly and said she could simply call him the doctor, he said he was here to help with her quirk problem.

She got a little excited if he was here to help then she’d have a quirk and when she runs away she’d have a better chance at getting a job!

But then it all went to shit, after her parents gave him the money he told the guards to shoot her parents.

And they did.

Her parents were shot, and dead.

Being only five she of course tried to scream but “the doctor” covered her mouth before she could.

The guards then lit her house on fire and ran, with the doctor picking her up and running with them.

She was shoved into the trunk of a car and was stuck in there for what felt like hours crying and realizing she was never gonna get to run away with Jun.

Also I forgot to say, Jun’s name is pronounced like the month June.

When she was finally taken out of the trunk she seemed to be in a large garage it was well lit with white walls and a concrete floor, there was no clutter in the room except for five other vehicles. There was a large white van, a grey Volvo, a medium sized box truck that was blue in the front and its back was entirely white, a blue minivan, and another van but this one was black.

She wasn’t taken towards any of these vehicles though, instead she was taken out of the room and into a hallway, it was small but not too cramped and had the same white walls and concrete floor as the garage except it was a bit darker and had a dozen doors across each wall.

They kept on making seemingly random turns down different hallways in this maze of a building until she was finally taken into a room.

Oh gods she wished she was back home.

The room was medium sized with white tiled walls and matching floors, to the left was a table covered in scalpels, syringes filled with mystery liquids, quirk suppression cuffs and dozens of other things she didn’t know the names of. But the worst part was the middle of the room, there was a chair that looked like a dentists chair but ten times more uncomfortable, it was made of solid steel, had cuffs for the hands, feet, and torso, and had wires coming out of the back of it like those star wars torture devices they often put Jedi in.

She did not want to be put in that chair.

They put her in that chair. She tried to escape the man’s grip when he was putting her in but she was five and he was maybe sixty so he was much stronger than her and he managed to put her in the chair.

The doctor grabbed a syringe filled with a clear liquid and injected it into her arm. Immediately after she felt tired and drowsy, she tried to stay awake but after a few seconds she was out.

She woke up in a small dark room. there was nothing in the room other than her, but it was cold and the floor was hard. She got up and realized she was in what looked like an oversized white t shirt and white shorts, her arms and legs were covered in bandages and her hair was cut into a pixie cut.

Akatani didn’t feel any different than usual so what did he do?

Time skip to six months later cuz I’m lazy and on a swing.

Better question what didn’t the doctor do?

In maybe, six months? She had been put in the chair so many times that at this point she didn’t even fight. Her hair had turned white, from stress or the injections she didn’t know. And now the doctor says he has a special thing for her, whatever that is she honestly doesn’t want to know.

Forgot to say this is what Himiko looked like as a little kid

Now back to the story. Also it’s after the doctor gives her the surprise.

Everything hurt, every single part of her body felt like it was being stabbed by burning knives and she just wanted it to stop. The part that hurt the most was her left eye, whatever the doctor did to it was horrible. before the pain even came in she already couldn’t see out of it and it stung.

She hoped it would stop soon, maybe the doctor would decide that he was done with the experiments and he would send her out on the missions he keeps on talking about. at least then she wouldn’t be in this cell any more.

After what felt like days but was probably only a couple hours the pain finally subsided and only her eye hurt, she still couldn’t see out of her eye but at least she wasn’t in extreme pain only mild pain.

Then the doctor came in.

Great she thought, he’s either here to torture me more or hopefully send me off on one of the missions he says he’s been preparing me for.

It wasn’t a mission, but luckily it wasn’t experimenting either. Instead he was taking her to what he called “the training room” apparently she was going to practice using her quirks and learning different fighting styles and techniques which didn’t sound too bad, especially compared to how her life usually was.

Time skip to six hours later

She takes it back this is almost as bad. She’s been training for hours and the doctor says that she’s only halfway through her training for today. She’s already, practiced her teleportation abilities which she didn’t even know she had until today, she has practiced karate and taekwondo, and now she’s working on what the doctor calls “Jieitaikakutōjutsu” which he said was a military self defense fighting system that focuses on hand to hand, bayonet, and knife fighting.

He also said that after she gets used to fighting in taekwondo, karate and jieitaikakutōjutsu she would work on incorporating them into her own fighting style. Which he said she should be able to start doing in four or five months and should finish in a year. After that she could start going on missions.

She wished she could go on missions now because then at least she could go outside, but at least the experimentation is finally over.

Time skip to four months later.

The doctor says that she can now start incorporating all the fighting styles she’s learned into her own personal style, which should hopefully be a bit funner than this because after four months of almost constant practice she’s tired and bored of doing the same stuff every day. But at least with all this training she gets fed more. She gets one full meal a day along with four five minute water/bathroom breaks a day.

The first thing she has to do is work on slightly altering the moves she’s learned by adding maneuvers from separate techniques. It was fun especially since she got to choose what moves she was altering and what she added to them. She hadn’t really gotten to choose things for most of her life so this was a good change.

Ok so you probably don’t know what jieitaikakutōjutsu is and if you do that’s impressive.

Jieitaikakutōjutsu is a Japanese military self defense fighting style that uses knives, hand to hand, and bayonet fighting.

I found out about this when searching for knife fighting techniques in Japan because himiko was taught knife fighting in her past but has her own fighting style so I picked jieitaikakutōjutsu.

Jieitaikakutōjutsu is pronounced

jee-et-tai-ka-ku-to-jutsu

Which is hard to say but not as hard as

Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis which is actually my favorite word

Now back to the story!

She’s been been creating her own fighting style for three months now and has gotten pretty good at incorporating different moves into preexisting ones, along with constantly adapting her fighting style mid fight to better defeat enemies. The doctor has also started having her research into different heroes fighting styles, specifically underground heroes since the doctor says she’ll be fighting them more often.

One hero she is especially interested in is Eraserhead who’s an underground hero with a quirk that can erase other quirks and uses a scarf as a support item.

Eraserhead is apparently the top underground hero so the doctor is having her practice using a scarf similar to his so she can counter his attacks.

Time skip to three months later.

The doctor is sending her on her first mission today and she has a plan. A plan to escape.

Yes this place has been okay as of late but she knows that there are better places she could be. Plus she doesn’t want to be fighting heroes, she in fact wants to be one and she can’t do that if she’s their enemy.

Her mission is to infiltrate the musutafu police station and download all the information they have onto a hard drive then bring it back to the doctor unnoticed. Her plan is instead to take the information then also steal some piece of police equipment and use it to take off her cuffs, after that she’ll destroy the usb stick and teleport outside before running away.

I’m gonna leave this here for now because this is already a fanfic at this point so I’ll do it chapter by chapter

Also I’m thinking about posting this on wattpad as an actual fanfic, should I?

If you want to learn more about jieitaikakutōjutsu Wikipedia has links to two different videos showing it along with talking about it. But really just searching jieitaikakutōjutsu will get you results

Have a nice day and I’ll post chapter two soon! I’ll also post a chapter index that lets you access each chapter easier! :)

Here’s the link for the chapter index!

Who agrees with me?

Stop equipping every character with therapy speak and instead consider placing them somewhere on this chart

If anyone here is interested in this absolute daddy I have a one-shot I wrote! So incredibly NSFW as are all of my fics because I'm a degenerate and I will not apologize 🥰

This was my first fic though, so it's back when I still used y/n 🫠 if anyone gives it a read let me know if I should change that!

aizawa just huffing readers pussy really. ones something to me😵‍💫 like it makes ME SHY

hes a top notch guy

Spoilers for the final manga chapter 430 in case y'all haven't seen it. It's nothing big, just Shōta's timeskip haircut that finally grew on me.

I don't draw Shōta nearly enough and he's my fave other than Zashi and other characters. I've drawn him with short hair before back in August but I never felt comfortable enough to post it so I didn't. I'm very comfortable with this one tho.

Btw, this is between me reading stuff for my new classes I just started for college so he's very much a doodle again. He was gonna be a part of a bigger doodle page but I got lost staring at him and then by proxy coloring him that I cropped the canvas.

Anyway hope y'all enjoy Zawa while I write stuff.

These two look too epic В/

This fucking man has me in a vice grip

Something that I think doesn't get talked about enough is the fact that erasermic always ALWAYS come in a pair. If there's one, the other is bound to show up eventually. It's so prevalent not only in the fandom spaces but in canon as well. They are inseparable, whether you ship them or not. They met one day and now one can't live without the other. One can't die without the other. They are so intertwined with each other that they almost become one. And yes, that is contradictory in the sense that they are complete opposites of each other. But I think that's the thing that makes them so dependent on each other. They are NEVER going to find someone as far from the spectrum that they share because they are so far away from each other that it loops back around with their ass cheeks pressed together. Again, it comes back to the point of inseparability of these characters. And it's driving me crazy that it doesn’t get talked about enough.

Have some Aizawa sketches since I’m still processing the recent manga chapters ._.

I don’t really have context for this drawing and I was too lazy to do shading but I felt like drawing my absolute favorite character from bnha!  

All Might: I think they [UA students] have had a great year. I feel like a proud mama hen whose baby chicks have learned to fly.

Aizawa: Insteresting analogy, All Might. Chickens are famously bad at flying.

Capa para o desafio dos designers proposto por @littleyoonportfolio com o tema 1, no caso que é uma capa com poucos elementos.

Essa capa é para uma fanfic que eu ainda planejo escrever que era para aquela tag da escrita que eu to devendo já fazem mais de 84 anos UHSAUHSAUH

Então do que se consiste o desafio dos designs Mafu? É simples, é um desafio que a cada dia, no total sendo 10 dias, nós temos que entregar designs de acordo com respectivas propostas. No caso, o desse foi o uso de poucos elementos, o que eu acho que consegui porque só usei 3 fundos, duas imagens, e 5 psd’s já que normalmente quando edito fica umas 30 coisas lá na tela do photoshop USHAUHSAUHSAUH 

Normalmente sou muito detalhista, to com mania de vazio e essa capa tá ate me incomodando pelo vazio dela, mas ela tá uma gracinha com esse Aizawa e o Shirakumo que eu shippo muito sim UHSAUHSAUH

E é isso, se inspire! Não copie! Créditos aos artistas de ambas as imagens, @sugarforkfull e @mogamoka 

Se quiserem acompanhar o andamento do desafio ou tiverem curiosidade, acessem neste link aqui para lerem o jornal e quem sabe participarem do desafio? todos estão convidados! <3

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[NSFW] ‼ 18+ >MDNI<

Summary: Aizawa Shouta goes to a suspicious spa for a relaxing day, when things take a turn

Pairing: Aizawa/Harem Boys

Content Warning: Male Gay Sex, Smut, Dub/Non Con, Gangbang(?), Harem Boys, Hypnotism, Brainwashing, Drugging, Kidnapping, Chastity Cage, Cock Cage, Anal Fingering, Anal Play, Prostate Massage, Prostate Massager/Toy, Nipple Play, Cumming Untouched, Milking, Prostate Milking, Unethical Masseuse Actions, It's porn, Body Oil, Body Hair, Pampering, Loosely based on Aladdin's aesthetics, This is not meant to be offensive in any way, though it is pretty stereotypical

Word Count: 5.8k

Disclaimer: Character belongs to Kohei Horikoshi

A/N: This was my first requested fic!! I had sm fun writing this, especially researching stuff to be at least somewhat accurate lol

Hope you like it @princeasimdiya12 !!🥰❤

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Aizawa Shouta has been notably stressed lately; more so than usual. And as his friend, Hizashi decides that he needs a break. Just a day to relax and unwind. He knows that even that might be asking too much of him by himself, so he enlists their other friend Nemuri for help.

Together, Hizashi and Nemuri conspire and come up with a plan, and they somehow convince Shouta to go along with it.

They book him a spa day at a themed spa, Arabian Nights, and though he rolled his eyes and grumbled, Shouta is secretly grateful for the reprieve.

When they all get there, because they both feel the need to make sure he actually goes, Shouta gets the feeling that something is off.

He voices this to them of course, but is brushed off because they think he's either just trying to get out of it or the stress is making him paranoid, it could be either or both.

As they check him in, he scopes out anything and everything he can. The outside of the building looked normal enough, but the interior, even just the reception room, is like a whole new world in itself.

Intricate designs cover the cream walls and high ceiling, with gold accents; tapestries and paintings lining them tastefully. The carpet beneath their feet, and decorative pillows on the available seats are plush and a matching wine colour, while the furniture are all dark reds and browns, with potted plants placed at the corners of the room.

He takes notice of all the employees he can see, all of which are male, though of different ethnicities and stature.

They're all dressed to fit the theme of the spa, in puffy, cream coloured pants with the crotches dropped, tight, black, low cut V neck vests, and maroon sashes tied around their waists. Gold sashes are draped across their chests from their right shoulders to their left hips, and thick, gold bands adorn both of their wrists, along with a cream coloured headpiece, each with a slanted gold stripe across the front and a red jewel at the top center, most likely rubies.

When they're finished checking him in, he's lead through a detailed, arched doorway, to get started, with Hizashi waving him off, saying that they'll come pick him back up later when he's done.

Though, as Hizashi and Nemuri exit the building, they don't see the eyes of one of the employees glow a bright, swirling mix of red and gold as he looks at them leave.

And by the time they reach the car, they can't remember why they're here, where they are, and with no recollection of an Aizawa Shouta.

*****

The man leading Shouta is taller than him; slender and lithe, almost serpentine in his movements. He's dressed in a black, floor length robe with red bell sleeves and a low cut neck that shows off his muscular chest, a matching red sash around his waist, along with a tall, black headdress, a thin and wavy gold pattern wrapping around the middle, going downwards at the front, with a garnet stone situated just above his forehead, and a long, crimson feather above the gem; a maroon cloth attached to the base of the headpiece is draped over his shoulders. It's extravagant as it is, but to top it all off, a black, dramatic cape with a scarlet interior flows behind his every step.

Shouta thinks that that might be a bit much, but who's he to judge?

Just as he's starting to wonder just how far they're going, the man leading him stops in front of what seems to be a shower and changing room and turns to him, allowing him to take in his features properly. His eyes are dark red, lined in black and lidded, and he has a neat goatee and mustache which just seems to emphasize the sharpness of his jaw and high cheekbones.

His voice is low and damn near hypnotic as he djrects Shouta to shower, just to freshen up, showing him to the towels and amenities. Shouta quickly obliges, as it seems to be like a pool or a public bathhouse; rinsing yourself off beforehand so that you don't bring in any outside dirt and germs.

When he gets out, the same man leads Shouta, now clad in nothing but a towel, to a large, opulent hot spring.

Ornately patterned tiles decorate along the walls, the high ceiling and around the spring itself. There are intricately carved pillars and arches, and statues of cobra snakes with embedded rubies for eyes placed around the room.

Shouta hides a scowl as he thinks how how much time and money is being wasted on this, though it's quickly wiped away as he settles into the water, it being far more pleasant than he anticipated.

He lets out a soft sigh as the warmth seeps into his skin, easing his muscles and draining the tension from him; sitting and soaking in the water for a long while, his head tipped back on a rock, eyes closed. Beads of water drip and trickle down the pale column of his throat, pooling in the dip of his collarbones and sliding down his pecs; facial and chest hair glistening with the droplets.

After only a few minutes, he begins to feel woozy. Though, the steam of the hot spring is rather thick, so he just chalks it up to it being the heat.

An attendant, dressed the same as those in the front lobby, brings him a bottle of water. It's sealed, so he assumes it's perfectly safe, and drinks.

By now he's completely relaxed, pliant really, and somewhere in the back of his mind he thinks that something is wrong, but he doesn't know what.

Eventually, the same man in the dark robes come back to collect him. Shouta stands from the water, about to head over to the changing rooms, when the man stops him. It's then he realizes that the man has a towel thrown over his forearm that he holds out to Shouta, and a maroon pillow, with gold stitching and tassels hanging from the corners, in his hands with a black and gold box atop it.

Accepting the towel with quiet thanks and beginning to dry off, Shouta thinks he should really worry that he hadn't noticed that until then, but the thought is shoved down almost as quickly as it appeared.

At Shouta's questioning look, the man nods to the box with a smile. He steps forward, gently unclasping the latch. When Shouta sees what's within the box, he blinks confusedly, wondering if he's hallucinating.

A chastity cage.

All shining gold metal, nestled in velvet pillowing.

Brows furrowed, he asks, "Why?" The corner of the man's smile twitches, because really, he shouldn't be questioning anything at this point, but he takes a breath to keep himself calm. It probably just hasn't settled in properly yet.

Keeping his eyes locked onto Shouta's, he says, with that same low, hypnotic tone, that people often get aroused from the massages, ending up uncomfortable when they're face down because the position presses on it. The man smiles contentedly when Shouta accepts this and complies without any complaint or fight, not seeing anything wrong with what he said.

Shouta reaches for it before the man stops him. "Allow me to put it on for you, Aizawa-san." Shouta furrows his brows in hesitation, and seeing this, the man adds, "It is part of my job. I must ensure that it is on properly and securely." Shouta nods slowly, accepting the answer and ignoring the nagging hesitance at the back of his mind.

He's guided back inside to another room with a massage table, being directed to sit on it, thighs spread.

Propped up on his hands, Shouta gasps softly as the man kneels in front of him and grasps his soft cock in his large hand, his cheeks burning with embarrassment at the contrasting sizes. He's a grower, not exactly a shower, and it's obvious.

The man's hands are slender and graceful as he works, placing the gold ring of the device around his balls, then slipping the rest of the cage itself over his shaft.

"How does that feel, Aizawa-san?" 

Shouta does his best not to squirm as he replies, voice strained. "Weird." 

"But it doesn't hurt? There's no pinching?" He holds Shouta's gaze as he asks this, eyes intense and searching.

"Well, no, but—" he cuts himself of when his breath hitches at a stray jolt of pleasure when his touch brushes his tip.

The man hums in acknowledgment, ducking his head to hide his pleased amusement, fiddling with it a bit more before Shouta hears a soft click. "There we go."

A low heat settles in his stomach as he sees the gold cage surrounding him, contrasting prettily off of his dark body hair and pale skin.

A dangerous glint of satisfaction flashes

in the man's eyes and Shouta flushes when his finger drags through the openings along the cage as he pulls his hand away. Shouta sucks in a sharp breath. The sensation is light, but that almost hungry look in his eyes makes it feel like so much more.

"Perfect." The man practically purrs, his voice hot and low, eyes dragging over him with intensity so potent that it feels like a caress in itself.

Shouta bites his lip, lest he says something mortifying, as the man stands back up. He moves over to a cupboard, taking out a few items of cloth before going back over to Shouta. "Please change into these, Aizawa-San."

Swallowing thickly, Shouta nods and stands, taking the clothes and quickly slipping them on.

It's a matching set of an open chest vest and baggy, puffy black pants with thick gold trimming, though they may as well be nonexistent with their thin, sheer material. The gold of the cage can still be clearly seen through them.

After he's finished changing, he's guided back to the same massage table, now adjusted to more resemble a chair, where other workers join them, quickly introducing themselves.

They're all of course unfairly handsome. Some with sharp features, others soft, with varying skin tones and ethnicities. Some are tall and muscular, while some are shorter and more lithe, but they're all dressed almost the same. All of them are in all white, silk, low cut robes, puffy pants and tall headpieces, with a matching cloth attached to the base of the headpiece, draping over their shoulders; the only difference among them being the variety of colours they each chose for their accessories, specifically the gem and feather adorning their headpieces, the sashes tied around their waists, and the sheer veil masks covering their noses and mouths, which match their eyes that are lined in black which make them stand out.

There are five of them, two dark skinned men with peridot and aquamarine eyes respectively, two tanned skin men dressed in emerald green and sapphire blue, and one with pale skin and amethyst eyes, seemingly albino, with snowy white hair peeking through his headpiece.

At first, it doesn’t register with him what’s happening, with them bustling around and setting up tables, appliances and products, but then they talk through the options of scents for the humidifiers, incense and massage oil. He chooses a light coffee and vanilla scent for the humidifier, cinnamon for the incense and rose for the oil.

When they're finished setting up, the same man in the red and black robes stands in front of him, hands clasped behind his back.

"They will now treat your hair, nails and skin, before the massage. Please be patient and enjoy." He explains, and they immediately begin as he leaves with a bow.

They adjust his seat, reclining it back to wash and treat his hair, while two take each of his hands, the ones with peridot and sapphire eyes, and begin carefully treating his nails, and another two, emerald and amethyst, does the same to his toenails after soaking, scrubbing, and treating his feet, all while the one with aquamarine eyes is behind him, treating his hair. When he's done with his hair, he moves on to giving him a facial, along with neatening his eyebrows and stubble.

And Shouta sinks. There's a low buzz of calm and peace from being pampered and taken care of, his eyes closed and breathing even as he relaxes with the aroma of the incense and humidifier in the air, and he's pretty sure they're all wearing the same sweet but mild perfume, though he can't place the scent. He doesn't know what could be causing it, but he feels loopy, his ability to think straight slipping away bit by bit.

By the time the manicure and pedicure are finishing up, along with the man doing his facial treatment, including a massage, his head is fuzzy and light.

The rose oil is warm on his skin when they begin the massage itself.

He starts at his jaw, going down his neck. From there, he goes to his shoulders, and then eventually his chest, all from behind him where his chair is tilted back, and Shouta barely reacts when they slip the vest off his shoulders and fully adjust the seat back into a table.

Now laying on his back, he pays no mind when they strip him back out of the very pants they instructed him to wear, now leaving him completely bare yet again, barring the chastity cage.

With multiple pairs of strong yet soft hands gliding over his body, Shouta feels utterly blissful as he basks in their ministrations, letting out soft, relaxed moans.

Every inch of him is given attention, from top to bottom. His upper half is paid great care as oiled hands knead his muscles and caress his skin, while the men at his lower half start from his feet and gradually move up his legs, rubbing out the tension.

He can't help but pant and squirm as hands simultaneously squeeze and knead his inner thighs and his chest, hands brushing over his now sensitive nipples, trying to muffle his little gasps and groans.

"Fuck," He whispers, voice all soft and breathy, then going higher and more breathless, turning into almost a whimpering moan as the man repeats the motion, grazing his palm over his nipple. "Fuck." 

And Shouta freezes, going dead silent; his whole body locking up as his brain blanks. He feels himself flush to his chest as he clenches his jaw, eyes darting to them to gauge their reactions. It's absolutely mortifying to be affected like this, by this, but before he can begin to fully panic, one of them drags the nail of their thumb over his other nipple, while another rubs soothing circles into his upper thigh, making his breath hitch and hips twitch.

He sees the pleased smiles on their faces through their masks at his reactions, the intensity in their eyes, and he bites his lip, considering.

He really shouldn't. It's irrational, perverse; downright whorish really, and he's never done anything like this before.

Though, seeing the prominent bulges in their white pants and the heat of their gazes, feeling it in their lingering touches, settles his decision.

He spreads his legs further, arching his back into the touch. The man's smile widens, pale blue eyes shining as he presses a thumb to the pert bud, rolling over it and taking in the way Shouta's face melts. The man huffs a soft laugh, pinching the nub between his fingers, eliciting a gasp from Shouta.

From there, he suffers sweet torture.

They run their hands over his skin leisurely, along his sides, tummy and chest, play with his nipples until they're puffy and sore, and massage and stroke the sides of his crotch without ever actually touching his cock, teasingly only focusing on everything but where he needs it most, and all he can do is pant, moan and whine.

Humiliation burns through him as blood tries hopelessly to rush to his cock, but the cage does it's job and doesn't let it fill, only pathetically twitching. His nerves are alight with the pulsing, needy heat with nowhere to go.

He doesn't know how long he's played with like this, basking in their groping, deliciously torturous touches.

Momentarily freeing him from torment, he's mercifully flipped over, face directly in front of a taunting bulge that's so close, yet too far for him to actually reach without stretching.

Their mercy does not last long.

Brushing his dark hair to the side, exposing the pale expanse of his neck and back, they start at the base of his neck and his calves at the same time, and Shouta melts into the table as the sweet torture begins anew. Their hands move down his back, and up his legs to his ass simultaneously, more forceful than he expects, like they're actually massaging out the tension, lighting his every nerve aflame.

A part of him feels silly for thinking that he’d released all of his stress back in the hot springs. Shouta doesn’t remember his muscles being this loose in his life.

Though, that’s not exactly a surprise. With his career, it’s a miracle he hasn’t keeled over from stress before now, honestly.

.

.

.

What is his career again?

......

...........He—

He's quickly distracted from the thought when he realizes that his sensitive nipples are brushing against the table and the chastity cage is at an awkward angle, so he shifts, raising his hips a bit to alleviate the discomfort.

That's when he feels hands spread his thighs further, rubbing and squeezing the flesh there's before moving up to knead and spread his asscheeks, while another hand slips between them, brushing over his hole.

Face down, ass up, his breath hitches and his hands tighten into fists beside his head as he feels oiled fingers glide over him there, a thick thumb rubbing over the tight ring of muscle.

He can't help but gasp and writhe as they tease and prod at him, slipping in just the very tip of a thumb, tugging at the tight rim, before immediately removing it, over and over again, all while the others continue to grope at his thighs and chest, hands slipping under him from where he's now propped up on his forearms.

And eventually, he can't take much more. "Mmn, stop teasing me." His voice is gruff and strained as he complains, but it just comes out thready and begging.

The men shiver at the sight of him, dark eyes glazed over and needy, lips shiny and swollen from biting them parted in panting little gasps, back arched beautifully and hips swaying tauntingly; his shiny, unshaven hole on show, winking and clenching around nothing, just begging to be filled.

They lament being unable to stuff him until he's dripping this very instant, knowing it's against the rules during working hours, but feel their cocks twitch in anticipation of the day they get to feel him wrapped around them, tight, pliant and hot.

For now, they settle for seeing him feel good and bask in it; some biting their lips at the sweet, low moan that's pulled from Shouta at a finger slipping into him slow and deep, others moaning right along with him at the sight of his hole greedily sucking in the thick digit.

It does nothing to make the desperation for his cock to get any sort of friction lessen, but Shouta can't help but rock back onto the finger, impatient for more as the man fucks it in and out, loosening him up.

It isn't long before he pulls out nearly all the way, a little whine of protest starting in the back of Shouta's throat, that quickly turns into a moan when instead of pressing in one, he has two of those long, thick fingers sinking into him.

His hole burns a little with the stretch, but even that feels good as he slowly pumps in and out, stretching him. He thrusts and twists them, dragging along his walls deliciously, before crooking his fingers, pressing them down and moving them inside of him like he's trying to create a hook towards his belly button, searching.

A long, low moan escapes him as his hands scramble for purchase on the table when a bolt of pleasure rushes through his nerves. He keens desperately, grinding back; the fingers pressing against his prostate again and he sees stars.

He feels mouths on his shoulders, lower back, and the back of his thighs, hot and wet as they nip as suck at his skin, leaving pretty marks and bruises in their wake on the pale canvas of his flesh, all while a hand fondles and plays with his balls just as a third finger slips in; and eyes rolled back, cock twitching in its confines, he can't do anything but moan and roll his hips, wanting them deeper, even as his nerves scream at him.

Because really, he shouldn't want it so badly, not when every stroke inside of his greedy hole is just making his cock hurt more, just making his muscles tense and fingers grip tightly onto the sheets of the table as his body tries desperately to find something to do with the pleasure wrecking his nerves.

The man scissors his fingers lightly while continuing to rub against his prostate, and Shouta's thighs tremble; practically vibrating and his cock aching.

And then the fingers are removed.

He whines needily, wantonly, as he tries to push up to complain, only to be held in place. One of them, the one with peridot eyes, chuckles lowly, tucking a strand of hair behind Shouta's ear and whispers, "Stay still, Gorgeous. We'll take good care of you." His voice is breathy and hot, all saccharine velvet as he tilts Shouta's head by his chin to the side.

Shouta turns, going with it, and sees the man dressed in sapphire blue holding something.

A toy. 

It's black silicone, and thick, but Shouta can't help the breathy laugh that comes out as he takes in the shape of it.

Not a replica of a cock like one would expect, but not one of the less human and stranger variations he knows exist either. No, this is shaped like an upside down 'T', but also almost like a genie's lamp, with a handle and everything, with the top of it elongated and curved like a dick, away from the handle part, more towards the other end.

It takes a second with his brain so soaked in his heady arousal mixed with amusement for him to make sense of the shape, realizing the curve of it is going to push against his prostate perfectly.

Shouta hum a moan, desperate, sweet, and excited, ass swaying in anticipation.

When the thick, slick head presses against his twitching, stretched hole, Shouta forgets how to breathe. And when it starts to push inside, he thinks he forgets his name. His world narrows down to the glide of the solid weight that's gliding over his quivering walls as it pushes so achiniy slowly in, and in, and in.

By the time it's all the way inside, Shouta doesn't care one bit about rationality, or decency, or reputation.

Because he feels full, so full and so good, and oh fuck he was right about the shape; that thick head pressing up against his sweet spot has his thighs shaking, to the point that he feels like he's going to shake apart completely.

"How does that feel, Aizawa-san?" The man purrs, tone all teasing, velvet heat as he presses the toy in deep, rocking it, while hands and mouths continue to map Shouta's skin.

"Good, good, so fucking good, please—" the words trip over themselves to get off his tongue, it already feels so good, so much, but he already wants more, wants him deeper, wants him to move—

Their eyes are molten on him as they hear him beg so prettily, the man pressing the toy in firmly and grinding it against his prostate. They revel in the moan he sends echoing off of the walls, and it's all they need to keep going.

He pulls it back, about halfway out, before thrusting it in again, and grinding, and Shouta trembles and strains against the hands keeping him in place, not actually wanting it to stop but it's just so much more than he's used to, so new and so good. And though futile, he doesn't know what to do other than try to escape the pleasure before it completely consumes him.

The man does that over and over for a while that feels like hours on his frayed nerves, and all Shouta could do was pant and moan and take it.

He feels someone tuck his hair that fell back into his face behind his ear. Focusing his pleasure hazed gaze, he sees it's the one with amethyst eyes, the albino, though he doesn't know when they switched places. Seeing Shouta looking at him, he smiles, rubbing his thumb against Shouta's bottom lip, tugging on it. When Shouta parts his lips, slick tongue licking at it before sucking it into his mouth, he moves his thumb back and forth inside his mouth, fucking into it, eyes hungry on him as he coos, "Oh you were made for this, weren't you, Sweetheart? Who would've thought that the great Eraserhead would be so desperate to be stuffed full."

His tone is all teasing heat as he rubs his thumb against his gums and tongue, caressing and playing with his mouth, and Shouta wishes it was more than just a thumb that's pressing on his tongue. The man shudders as Shouta looks up at him from under his dark, glistening lashes, moaning around him, seemingly in agreement, until he pulls it out of his mouth with a wet pop.

Shouta's cock hurts. They won't touch it, and the man won't pull the toy back more than an inch before he's pushing it back against his sweet spot and it feels so good, feels like so much more than it really is with his cock all locked up and useless, his hole so much more sensitive. 

He's close, so close to cumming, his orgasm is pressing against his nerves, pulsing across his whole body with a building insistence, but he knows he can't, knows his cock can't let it out; and it makes the need burn that much more. He didn't know he could feel so good, so desperate for release, without going over the edge, the pleasure instead just building on itself.

"I need to cum, plea-please let me cum, please—" he pants, voice slurring and strained, breathy and sweet as he begs. The man with amethyst eyes just smiles behind his mask, caressing his cheek and throat, the others running their hands all along his heated skin as the man fucking the toy into him hums in acknowledgment.

"You will, Aizawa-san. We'll help you, don't worry." He soothes, thrusting the toy in a little harder, drawing out another low moan from Shouta.

A hand pushes up lightly on his lower stomach as he grinds and rocks the toy against his prostate, settling the base of it directly against his perineum and balls.

"I'm going to help you now, Aizawa-san. I'm going to count down for you, and when I get to one you're going to stop fighting it and let go, hm?" 

What?

"Five."

He can't—

"Four."

He can't cum with his cock locked up like this.

"Three."

Can he?

"Two."

Oh fuck.

"One."

Shouta's whole body tenses as the toy starts to vibrate. Against his prostate, his perineum and his balls, the entire thing takes him apart from the inside out. That sudden burst of new sensation along with the grinding pressure, tips him over the edge, and he dissolves into nothing but loud pants and desperate moans.

But he's not orgasming.

His body feels like there's a thinner kind of pleasure pushing through it, taking away a little of the pressure, but it doesn't feel as immediate, as strong or good, as his orgasm usually does.

And then he feels it. His cock twitches in his pretty golden cage and he looks to sees a slow constant trickle of cum spilling out of him against the sheet covered table, before his vision goes white; his mouth dropping open in a silent, screaming moan, painting the table with thick globs of his release.

"There we go. Perfect, baby. So good for us." The man praises, breathy and fond as he keeps the toy vibrating, low but on, as he shallowly fucks it in, grinding it against him. But it's still enough, still too much, still perfect.

Still makes Shouta let out another little moan when he moves it, making more spill out of him as his eyes roll back. And it doesn't stop, it keeps going, trickling out in thick globs; that burning ache slowly being drained out of his soft cock, spilling out and out against the table, soiling the cloth there.

It's so much, both almost too much yet not enough. Though amplified by the hands and lips roaming his skin, it's not satisfying in the way an orgasm usually feels; it's more of that continued, gentle, pressing pleasure, but stronger. No, this is different from an orgasm, he's not cumming.

He's being milked.

It lasts so much longer than he's used to, like it's pulsing out across his veins for ages, before it finally stops, turning into just a few more drops, and he finds himself laying limp against the sheets, his arms giving out beneath him, muscles trembling as he tries to greedily fill his lungs with air, though his lower half is still being held up by them.

And he can't do anything but lay there and let out a thin whine as the man pets his hand over the swell of his ass as he eases the still vibrating toy out of him. 

The drag of it over his sensitive walls and swollen hole gives his body another little flicker of utter bliss as it slips out, his cock giving another tiny, pathetic twitch in response in its cage.

The man with amethyst eyes strokes his hair, running his blunt nails over his scalp, easing him back to his senses. When Shouta blinks glossy, dazed eyes up at him, he pulls his mask down, running his tongue along Shouta's bottom lip, licking up a line of drool from the corner of his mouth, before fully slotting their mouths together in a deep, languid kiss.

Shouta moans weakly into his mouth when he feels his grip tighten in his hair while hands grip his asscheeks, spreading him open. He shivers at the cool air hitting his sensitive, gaping hole, hips twitching at a thumb running along the puffy rim. The man pulls away from his kiss swollen lips, leaving a thin string of spit connecting them still that snaps when he moves far enough.

They gently coax him off the table, quickly switching the soiled sheets with clean ones before guiding him back to it, laying him flat on his back, rubbing over his muscles and joints to ease whatever tension he regained.

They clean him up as he floats, eyes lidded and hazy as they wipe him down so gently he manages to doze off, a small, dopey smile on his lips.

The men smile contentedly over him as they take care of him, another beautiful Jewel to add to their Master's collection.

They'll need to finish his training first of course, as this was just the first stage. Along with teaching him to be a legitimate masseuse, they still need to properly train his throat, which they will have very much fun doing, along with his ass to take more than just a toy. And after how wonderfully sensitive he is, oh the Master will enjoy him.

But they get the privilege of doing so first, and they will savour that thoroughly.

For now though, they need to get their new fellow Jewel settled in.

*****

[Two Months Later]

Shouta barely remembers his past life by this point. He knows his name, and knows he's a hero, or at least used to be, but most importantly, he knows he enjoys his new life as a Jewel. He's pretty and pampered, precious and treasured as his Master's Jewel, and he loves it.

The other Jewels take care of him as well, and he cherishes his relationships with them, whatever they may be; be that friendship or as lovers.

He exchanges gentle smiles with Aoi, the man with sapphire eyes, as he prepares the equipment and products to be used today on a trolley.

They have a new guest today after all, one Yoshida Kogane.

It's the first time he's being allowed to tend to a guest, and possible new Jewel, rather than just observe since his training is finally complete. It's also the first time he's finally allowed to wear his Jewel uniform during working hours, rather than the plain black he'd been wearing before.

Now, he's dressed in silk white robes, the low cut showing off his toned specs and chest hair, pants that hug his ass wonderfully, and a tall headpiece, matching with the others, but with black with a red sheen as his added colour. The sash tied around his waist, the sheer veil mask, and of course the feather and gem on his headpiece, a black opal stone, with flecks and swirls of red mixed in, suit him well.

Master chose it for him himself, saying it matched him perfectly.

Shouta's eyes are lined in black, making them appear that much darker; his inky hair falling in waves over his shoulders, barely hidden by the cloth attached to the headpiece. His facial hair is neat and groomed, trimmed into a light stubble beard and mustache, his skin smooth and glossy, almost porcelain, lips soft and supple.

His reflection is happy and healthy, pretty and perfect.

They soon move out to the room where Akashi, the man in the red robes who led him to this new life, is settling in their guest.

He's adorable really, on the shorter side, tanned, freckled skin, curly, blonde hair, and bright, golden eyes, and Shouta thinks his name suits him perfectly.

He would be a lovely addition to the Master's collection.

⭑⭑⭑⭑⭑⭑⭑⭑⭑⭑⭑⭑⭑⭑⭑⭑⭑⭑⭑⭑⭑⭑⭑⭑⭑⭑⭑⭑

Gonna gargle it

I wasn't done yet

YEEEEEEEEEES

Feast your eyes upon this MASTERPIECE

Yes

I love it

I will scream now

Eraser Fam in Among US

have u guys seen that one vid on tiktok where it’s like the person just repeatedly saying “full bush. in a bikini!!!” yea aizawa is the #1 advocate for that shit!!!!!

like i have such a strong belief that that man is a rug muncher LMAO. like he doesn’t mind either way!! bare, trimmed, full bush, whatever!!! he’s a grown man, something as silly as that isn’t gonna phase him whatsoever (plus, it’s not like he keeps his body hair super well maintained, so who is he to say anything?)

but. BUT. i do believe he’s partial to a good bush.

like okay okay imagine him scrolling through his phone during his lunch break, swiping through video after video on the godforsaken app that you had begged him to him download (“you have to keep up with the times, sho! plus, i wanna send you cute cat videos.” you had insisted. so guess what he did?)

and his for you page was just that!! cute cat videos with an occasional repost of yours (usually just an edit or some sort of silly meme he didn’t understand), so it wasn’t really surprising when a tiktok you had commented on made its way to his for you page. and honestly? he didn’t pay the video much attention! … until he saw your comment. who knew a simple declaration of “me this summer” with a silly emoticon would be the thing to temporarily put eraserhead out of commission?

you didn’t see the way he had to collect himself for a few minutes after seeing your comment, but you did see the notifications of him liking the video and the texts he sent you seconds later!!! (“let me know when you go bathing suit shopping for the summer.” another message. “i’ll go with you to help pick some out.” short, sweet, and to the point. charming.)

older bf! aizawa fixing all of my daddy issues. yeeeea. yeeeeeeeeeea.

i don’t even mean sexually!! like imagine opening up to him for the first time. you’ve been dating for a while and he knew some of your familial relationships were… strained to say the least, but he didn’t know the extent of it. you’re recalling some of your experiences — maybe a specific event, maybe just an overview — and he’s humming and nodding while listening to your words, his brows knitting together in a pitying expression. you think he’s pitying you anyway, you’re kind of avoiding his eyes as you speak.

your voice starts shaking after a moment and you’re internally cursing yourself for tearing up because why are you still so affected by the actions of your father? you pause for a second, swallowing against the lump in your throat and it’s so humiliating to fall apart in front of your boyfriend like this and—

and shota places a hand over yours. his hand is rough and calloused from hero work but so warm. he’s gazing wistfully at where your skin meets, his thumb so gently grazing over your knuckles before giving your hand a small squeeze. “i’m so sorry that happened to you, baby. you didn’t deserve that.” oh and his words are just barely there, but they ring louder than what anyone has ever told you in response to your past.

your eyes meet his after he speaks. you want to snap back out of some deep seated need to defend yourself (to make yourself seem less vulnerable, less pathetic, perhaps). of course you didn’t deserve what happened to you, that’s a dumb thing to point out. that’s what you’re about to say when your lips part, but only a small, shuddering breath leaves you.

you don’t even notice the tears rolling down your cheeks until shota brings up a warm hand to wipe them away, his body leaning closer to yours to press his lips against your forehead. you want to curse at him, to push him away and storm off for even daring to see you in this state… but you don’t.

instead you wrap your arms around his middle and hide your face in his neck (shame, maybe?) and cry. you’re not sobbing, but you can’t help the hiccuped breaths that leave you when his hand slips under the hem of your shirt to run his warm palm up and down your back. he doesn’t say anything after that.