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in your dreams | h. shinsou
⇨ he finally falls asleep, and there you are—again. in his hoodie. in his head. his dream girl, literally.
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can u write a hitoshi shinso x reader fic and they have a child or smth cuz i’m in LOVEEE with your dabi smau fic😣💞
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fatherhood looks good | h. shinso
shinso didn't plan on having a kid, but now there's a tiny version of him running around the house and yelling about the moon.
(fic/drabble under the cut!)
there's a crash from the living room, followed by the unmistakable sound of bare feet slapping frantically against hardwood. you don't even look up from your phone.
"he's running," you call.
shinso sighs from the kitchen. "is it a happy run or a 'he's about to break something' run?"
you pause, listening. a door slams. a tiny voice wails, "why did they turn off the moon?!"
"...meltdown," you say casually. "moon's out. emotionally spiraling."
shinso leans against the doorframe with a tired sort of grace, stirring a mug of hot chocolate like this is completely normal. which, unfortunately, it is.
"i told you not to say the moon was a night light," he says.
you shrug. "he was scared of the dark. i panicked. i gave it personality."
"well," shinso mutters, setting the mug down with a small clink, "now it's personal."
you both wander toward the noise—your son has collapsed dramatically on the floor by the window, clutching his stuffed cat, face pressed to the glass.
"they turned it off," he sniffles without turning around. "the moon's gone. my night light's broken forever."
shinso sits down beside him cross-legged, like he's done this a thousand times. because he has. you watch as your husband gently tilts his head to try and meet his son's eyes.
"it's just cloudy, kid," shinso says quietly. "the moon's still there. can't always see it, but it doesn't go away."
your son frowns. "are you sure?"
"yeah," shinso says, voice lower now. "same way i can't always see you when i'm at work, but i still know you're being a tiny menace at home."
"i'm not a menace," he protests immediately.
shinso raises an eyebrow. "you bit your mom over cookies."
your son pauses.
"...she deserved it."
"absolutely not," you say from the hallway, and both of them flinch in sync.
there's a beat of silence before your son lets out a very long, dramatic sigh. "okay," he whispers, still watching the sky. "but tell the moon to stop hiding. i don't like when it goes away."
shinso leans back on his hands, glancing toward you. his expression softens a little—less tired, more tired and in love.
"i get it," he murmurs. "i don't like when things go away, either."
you tilt your head. he doesn't look at you, but he doesn't need to. that's just how he is—quiet affection, full volume in everything except words.
later, when your son's asleep, curled between the two of you with his limbs spread out like he fought ghosts in his dreams, shinso kisses your shoulder and says:
"you made him weird."
you smile. "you made him soft."
shinso brushes a hand through your son's hair, voice barely audible.
"yeah," he says. "we did good."
verryyy rough draft i barfed all my ideas into on my notes app at 1am
cw: self harm, semi-graphic self harm, implied (sorta) eating disorder, erasermic adoptive parent agenda sorry, author SUCKS at dialogue
i love shinso so much i need to project onto him and see him suffer
hitoshi noticed a lot of things—the way people moved, the tone of their voices. it wasn’t that he cared; it was just how his mind worked, always observing.
shinso mostly kept to himself, sometimes joining denki and the others at lunch but often choosing not to say much. one afternoon, denki caught him staring down blankly at the table. “you okay, man?” he asked, concern softening his tone.
kirishima handed him a protein bar with a kind smile. shinso’s hands wobbled as he reached out. “yeah,” he muttered, eyes still downcast staring at the texture of the table.
denki’s expression softened. “we’re here if you need anything.”
the rest of his day was weighed down by exhaustion, hitoshi slipped into the student bathroom and locked the door. tucked in the back of his phone case was a brand new unopened razor blade—what he called his “comfort,” a reminder that he still had at least some control. the first cut was shallow and familiar, offering a fleeting sense of release. more cuts followed, and soon blood pooled down his arm, bringing a harsh wave of reality with it. his hands trembled as he grabbed toilet paper to wipe away the blood, hoping it wouldn’t seep through his blazer. he glanced up at his reflection in the mirror, barely recognizing the face looking back at him.
the rest of his day was worse. he barely passed a test he even studied for, and during class, he could feel his teacher’s eyes lingering on the bandages peeking out from under his blazer making him feel like all eyes were on him.
“i’m going up to do homework,” hitoshi muttered, dragging himself up the stairs as soon as he got home. “hitoshi,” aizawa said, his voice serious but calm. “we know you’re hurting yourself.” shinso froze, his breath quickening. “what?” he managed, panic bubbling beneath the surface. “we found blades,” aizawa continued, his tone unwavering.
shinso stiffened, anger flaring over panic. “you went through my stuff?”
“your teacher called us, we’re worried about you,” yamada said, tone gentle but resolute.
“so you went through my fucking stuff?” hitoshi shouted, shoving past them and storming into his room. he tore through his things—drawers, under the mattress, behind his pc—nothing.
aizawa stood in the doorway, arms crossed. “they’re gone. you won’t find them.”
“where did you put them?” shinso’s voice cracked with desperation.
“i’m not telling you,” aizawa said firmly. “we’re not letting you hurt yourself.”
“please,” shinso’s voice dropped to a whisper, eyes wide with panic, tears filling his waterline. “i need them.”
aizawa’s expression softened but remained resolute. “this alone should be proof you need help, hitoshi. there are better ways to manage your stress. we’re here to help.”
shinso’s panic surged, and he bolted for his bathroom, locking the door behind him. his hands shook as he reached for the last hidden razor hidden away in his phone case. rolling up his sleeve, he stared at the maze of scars, tears blurring his vision.
“i don’t want help,” hitoshi whispered to no one but himself, sliding down the door with his back, grappling with how everything had come to this.
shinso squeezed his eyes shut breath hitching as he heard the lock on the door clicking, signaling shouta found the key. aizawa stepped into the bathroom and crouched next to shinso, eyes steady as he took the blade and held shinso as he crumbled against him.
blah blah blah conclusion very rough draft i made at 2am to at least get my ideas out,,, not my usual content at all but i felt like i should post this on here too
shoutout to the fic i read 3 years ago that keeps making me think about this
“Izuku: So Shinso, How have you been?”
“Shinso: Fine. I have this headache though, It comes and goes.”
“Denki: *Walks into Room*
“Shinso: It’s back.”
Hitoshi Shinsou x Neko?Reader
Summary: Shinsou’s crush is tricked into eating something that turns her into a half-cat half-human
A/N: If you know where I got this idea and picture, we have to talk. So I was supposed to post this 2 days ago and I thought I did but I found it on my drafts and checked my acc and it wasn’t posted
Qurik: Not specified
Genre/Warnings: Fluff, cursing, lack of Bakugou
WC: 1,346
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It was a Wednesday when the group started scheming. The Bakusquad had been trying to help you and Shinsou get together, as pushy supportive friends do. You weren’t really part of their squad, you hung out with the casually and did so with the Dekusquad, and with everyone else. You were more of a social butterfly, spending time with anyone you felt like.
Which is why you befriended Shinsou. You lost your way one day looking for the teacher’s lounge to give papers to your advisor, Aizawa. You went to the first person seemingly heading to the same direction as you and asked them for help. He was the guy. He questioned you if you knew who he was, assuming you knew he had a brainwash quirk. You said no, you were to busy preparing for your battle to watch his and Deku’s.
You and he got close, everyone cheered him on but no one could lie that they were completely comfortable with him, and he could tell. You, on the other hand and quite a few people in Class A, were not afraid of him whatsoever.
Even so, you were the kindest person he met. You would actually go out of your way to find him to eat lunch together, you would invite him to hangouts, often you being the one he stays with a lot during those. You were also pretty. Very pretty. You had received confessions before from other guys but turned them down. You were holding out for someone, you didn’t know who, but it was fairly obvious to everyone all around.
Everyone could tell you were in love with Shinsou, except for you and him, obviously, and they made it their mission to get you two together. You didn’t know why you were in love with him, I mean, you didn’t know you were in love with him, but still. Maybe it was his kindness towards you, reflecting yours to him, or maybe it was the general way he treated you. His comfort when you’re going through a rough time, or how much he radiated safety, you loved to be around him. You also trusted him with your life, he has never used his quirk on you without permission and when he did it was always jokingly to steal your snacks. It was never a big deal.
He loved you for the same things. You were one of the first people he met who trusted them fully. You two got along really well, only having fights when t’s about each others health or grades. You two were protective of each other as well, he often got jealous of all the men confessing to you and you would scold him if he slept too late. He found it endearing because it showed how much you cared for him.
Anyway, this Wednesday your friends were plotting a scheme. There was a new product being sold in a bakery exclusive to Musutafu, it was a quirk-infused cookie that could temporarily make you part-human, part-animal. It came with a wavier that you have to sign and it would last 12 hours. There are cookies to make you part dog, cat, bunny, and even panda. It was also pretty expensive, it cost the same as a pack of cookies but instead it was only a small square cookie.
Yaoyorozu was the one who bought it as a favor to Ashido and she and Kirishima planned it and asked the group to go along with the plan. They explained that they would invite you on a hangout and you would obviously bring Shinsou with you and they would make an excuse for you to eat the cookie and you would turn into a cat.
“Wait why a cat?” Kaminari asked
“CUZ! Shinsou likes cats and we’ll force him to take care of Y/N” Ashido explained
“How do you know he likes cats?” Kaminari asked, not paying attention to anything
“Y/N talks about him all the time” Yaoyorozu sighed, “Anyway, this should be enough for a cookie” she said, handing them bills from her wallet
They all thanked her with a promise of telling her how it goes before leaving and perfecting their plan.
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Saturday eventually rolled around, you got Shinsou to join you and the group and you all were on a train to wherever the next stop is. You sat next to Shinsou, him not as familiar with this group of people as he is with Midoriya’s. He looked over your shoulder as you scrolled through Twitter, looking at the shit that was on your feed. You both snickered whenever you saw something funny, only fueling the determination your group had to set you two up.
The train stopped moving at one point and both of you had gotten up. You held his wrist, not to letting him stray away as he did once before, and guided him to the exit. You all left the train station and went to the closest cluster of food stalls and vendors, hoping to find food and stuff to look at or even waste money on.
You and Shinsou walked together ahead due to your constant pulling. You went to every stall, guided by the smell, and looked at other cute stuff to buy, dragging Shinsou along with you. The group behind you went to enact the scheme, knowing how Shinsou’s eyes were glued to you as you moved about, cheerful and full of energy contradicting the tired demeanor you held toward the end of the weekdays. He looked at you with so much adoration his eyes could turn into hearts.
When you had the idea to go look for a restaurant to have lunch in, you had lead the group to a space with less people, stopping at the front of a sushi place. Ashido had pulled the cookie wrapped in plastic out of her bag, before jogging lightly to catch up to you.
“Hey Y/N, I saw this as a free sample and I thought you missed it, do you want it?” she asked
She knew you loved getting free samples, because of course you do. You thanked her and unwrapped the cute cookie. It was a small square with a cute cat design on it. You immediately stuffed it in your mouth, wondering why the group was just standing around. The cookie tasted strange, it was sweet like a normal sugar cookie with the royal frosting on top but there was an underlying bitter and somewhat fishy taste.
Before you could ask you felt something weird, you felt your ears shift and you’re hearing had sharpened, your vision had changed too, it was weird. Some shadows had become lighter, as if they weren’t there, and reds looked more like greens as purples had dulled to blues. An unknown weight was felt in your lower back as you felt something on your body. Nothing was on your legs or arms so you didn’t know where your new limb was.
You were gonna ask what the hell they gave you before your hands started to tingle. Your wide eyes went to your hands, they had fur all over and contorted to be smaller and... cuter. They were paws. Oh shit. Finally you felt the same tingling sensation on each side above your lips, knowing that these were probably whiskers.
“THE FUCK” you exclaimed
Your group was all excited though, “Woah, it worked!” and “I haven’t seen that” was tossed around
Your eyes went to Shinsou’s, who was also as shocked as you were, “Did you know about this?”
“No, what the hell happened to you?”
“She turned into a cat!” Ashido said excitedly
“The fuck did you give me?” you said in a normal volume not liking the loud sound
“It was a cookie that made you into a cat-person! It lasts 12 hours!” Sero explained
“12 hours? I’m screwed” you said
“Oh yeah and you should start acting like a cat soon too” Kaminari added
You exhaled exasperatedly and looked at them with tired but mad eyes, “Ugh let’s just eat our lunch before any of that happens”
You walked inside and got a booth next to the window, you sat next to Shinsou a little closer than needed with a gap that separated you and Kaminari. Shinsou sat next to the window, the quietest option available, with Ashido in front of him, Sero, Kirishima and Bakugou next to her in that order.
Your sense of smell had actually gotten stronger and you could sniff out the scent of Shinsou’s cologne, which is probably why you sat so close to him. He didn’t complain though, he was enjoying the lack of space between you two, deciding to not let the opportunity slide, he just let it happen. He loved being this close to you anyway, he liked seeing the twitch of your nose and the small smile that played on your lips.
The moment was cut short by the waiter coming to take your order, Shinsou was too busy staring at you and you were too busy sniffing him (not in a weird way), so you had just fumbled and ordered the first item you saw on the menu. It was salmon sashimi, nothing you hadn’t tasted before so you wouldn’t have to worry about not liking it. Shinsou ordered the same thing, slightly panicked and unprepared.
You had turned to Shinsou, talking about the stupid things these guys do including turning you into a neko. He had, in turn, complimented the soft paws, admitting they were cure and pressing lightly on the soft pads that had triggered the claws and caused them to pop up. You did admit it was kinda cool, you could hear better and your senses were hightened. In exchange the color’s were a little weird and your pants had to be pushed down to let the tail out.
The light chatter continued until the food came and only then did you realize the problem. You tried to pick up your chopsticks but it took both of your paws to keep them from falling, and even so, you couldn’t manipulate it to pick up food. Everyone had noticed but no one wanted to help you, “Hey can someone help?” you asked, annoyed
Everyone just looked down at their food and at each other, making it known that they were ignoring you. You huffed, trying again to pick up the pair of chopsticks, but before one could fall from your paws Shinsou had gotten them from you, using their to bring a piece of salmon to you lips. You muttered a ‘thank you’ as someone finally decided to help and let him feed you, taking the piece into your mouth.
He placed your chopsticks down using his own to eat his food. It wasn’t until you had asked him to feed you again did he comply, putting a piece to your mouth, not noticing how Ashido had snapped a picture of you.
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You and your group were back on the train, it was almost empty except for the seven of you. The time spent on the outing had been cut short due to your angered demand to go back to the dorms. You sat next to Shinsou, the rest of the group across from you because you were mad at them. You had latched onto his arm all day out of instinct and you enjoyed it, tail going side to side, despite being infuriated with you other friends.
He kept touching your whiskers curiously, coming back to tickle them even as you swatted his hands away. Your nose twitched in annoyance as his fingertips came in contact with the sensitive whiskers again, you sighed, “Stop” you whined.
“I thought you liked that,” he said, confused, “I’m tryng to cheer you up ‘cuz you’ve been grumpy”
“It tickles then it becomes itchy,” you explained, leaning your head on him and rubbing against it, both a comforting feeling and a slightly possessive one, as you felt the need to mark him with your scent
“Hmm,” he put a finger on hid chin, thinking of how to turn your upset mood around, “lie down”
You didn’t know why he would ask this off you, but still you complied. You lay your head on his lap, hyper aware of your friends’ eyes on you but paying no mind to it nonetheless. Shinsou held an obnoxiously long hoodie string over your head, you squinting for a second before getting the urge to disturb its still state.
You hit it with your paw making it swing. The momentum was too steady and slow for you so you hit it again, and again, and again, not letting it return to its resting form. Shinsou eyes you, pupils like thin slits as you glared at the string, toying with it adorably. The others watched bemusedly at your battle with the long hoodie string and this time, you couldn’t notice them at all.
It wasn’t until you heard Shinsou’s chuckle did your attention turn away from the dangling target. You looked at him, bewildered at your own actions. You then realized you were acting like a cat, your attitude and urges similar to theirs. You sat back up, glaring at the floor, “Damn, I am a cat now.” You looked back at your friends “How long did you say this lasts?”
“Twelve hours” Shinsou replied from beside you.
You groaned, “Is there something else I can eat to reverse this?”
Ashido looked slightly guilty, she thought you would enjoy this more and to think she made you upset made her upset. “Why do you hate t anyway? It’s not thta bad. It’s actually pretty cute” she chirped, “other than the fact you’re more territorial now”
“Am not!” you snapped
“Yes you are! You won’t let anyone get near Shinsou!” Kaminari objected
“That is not true!” you said back
Ashido sauntered over to you and Shinsou “If it’s not then you wouldn’t mind if I claim this, would you” she tilted Shinsou’s head up and leaned in close
“What are you doing?” Shinsou whispered, a scowl on his face
You looked at them, mortified. Ashido noticed the change in your expression and her eyes widened. With her reflexes, she instantly moved back to doge your claws, barely, as you were able to slice of a few strands of hair. Your growling had effectively made her back off as you straddled Shinsou’s lap, closing your eyes with a slight frown and crashed your lips onto his.
Ignoring his yelp as you pulled him closer, kissing him harder. He eventually wrapped his arms around you as you grinned at your new claim. Once you pulled away you buried your face in the crook of his neck, rubbing your scent glands around his, making a silent promise, ‘You’re mine’
Final prompt for erasermicmonth2025! Family ft. Eri winning Uno and Hitoshi being a menace
This was such a fun challenge I love them so much.
Final time posting the prompts below!
Warmups between starting the Mic chibi again. Yes that is Shinsō in a dumpster. And no Zashi is not related at all to the thought process he is just there.
Continuation comic to this post (please click/tap the link to see)! Our loser son cannot handle compliments. (Also apologies in advance if the dialogue is off for Kirishima I tried)
Yet again in case y'all can't read my handwriting:
Bubble panel: Hey, Shinsō!
Panel 6 - K: Sick eyeliner! Lookin' hella manly!
Panel 8 - S: Great, I have to wear this more often... What is wrong with me?!
Below the cut is an alt with effects on the 6th and 8th panel because I was indecisive if it looked good or not.
Alt with effects:
First thing done this year! Like from start to finish. His hair is fluffier, he has a nose piercing, and the one time he wore eyeliner
He just wanted to see what he looked like in his dad's jacket.
Aka: partial design exploration for the end of 2nd year Hitoshi. I had to make it dadmic even if Mic isn't there-
HC: Mic takes every student with a verbal activated/ sound/ lung quirk under his wing
His ARMY
Jiro: Mic takes the most interest with her due to her ability to cancel him out. Some respect earned there. Helps her with support gear (HAGE), building resistance and balancing her passions with hero work. They 100% have sound battles. Very sassy mentor - student vibe going on, where they both still make fun of each other. I SAID she interns with him during her 2nd year.
Koda: After the finals arc he apologizes profusely- like whispering (still uncomfortable talking) but Mic responds in sign! They repair the damage starting from there. Mic helps build his confidence and voice. Is very patient when he goes non-verbal. Both hate bugs.
Shinso: When Aizawa is busy with Eri or his problem children, Mic trains Shinso's voice. Making it louder without damaging his throat and such. ALSO! Vocal lessons. It helps to have a hero know how hard it is to mimic voices.
More on Shinso (a stupid HC really) Mic helps him change his voice faster. Friday Night Funkin style - Like a fun game between them where Mic starts off with 4 notes/ voices, makes a song of sorts which Shinso has to memorize and repeat back to him. Mic then gets faster, more complex, holding voices here and there.
SHOJI. Its not that Shoji can weaponize his voice- again its with safely amplifying his voice which would would a lot in rescue situations. They probably have a hella complex handshake thing going on.
Manga Fukidashi: With Mics frequency changes- he can also mimic sounds. He helps Manga understand these sounds better and how to create them so that he can also mimic them, giving his quirk more onomatopoeia characteristics. Also- throat damage again. Mic gives tips on that as his quirk can also irritate his throat when overused.
Kosei Tsuburaba: LiSTEN- Helping increase his lung capacity. Mics lungs are fucking crazy, and the time he can hold a single note is insane. That's helped by both his quirk and the breathing excersizes Mic does. He recommends these to Tsuburaba and runs him through several of them. It helps strengthen Tsuburaba's solid air and allows him to make more air solid in a single breath. I also think Mic would be the perfect person to test "Air Prison" against as it is sound proof.
I think every cat person can relate...
This gives be A-Band vibes for some reason...
BNHA chapter 195 pastel icons! Free to use, credit isn’t necessary. Just a like or reblog would be appreciated! ♡
Hello, friends. I am back with spam. ;3
Shinso wearing Eraserhead merch 😌😌🥰 HES SO PRETTY 🥺🥺
What would Aizawa smell like???
My friend tells me he thinks Shouta would be stinky and thus Shinso would be stinky
BUT I BELIEVE SHINSO IS NOT STINKY BOI AND SMELLS LIKE LAVENDAR AND CLEAN LINEN
WHAT DO YAL THINK SHOUTA WOULD SMELL LIKE
When you simp for the sleepy duo and you just want to hug them 😩😩
Sleeping Beauty
Pairing: Shinso x Monoma
Synopsis: A movie night with Monoma and Shinso ends up with sleepy cuddles in Monoma's dorm.
Genre: Pure Fluff
Warnings: none :)
It was a normal movie night for Hitoshi and Neito; watching a couple of movies in the 1-B common room with snacks and drinks, Neito trying to hold back his giggles as Hitoshi's hands lightly touched his most ticklish spots, and Hitoshi quietly rating the movie to himself when predictable and seemingly meaningless scenes came on that did nothing towards the plot of the movie.
Neito's head was leaning on Hitoshi's shoulder, his eyes were slowly drifting shut as the minute hand on the clock ticked and tocked continuously. He looked up at Hitoshi, who was flaring at the movie on like a confused elderly man, disgusted at the unimportance of the scene before him.
"Jesus," he began in a little less than a whisper, "You guys don't know how to make a good movie." He shuts his eyes and lightly sighs, though it was inaudible. He slowly looks down at Neito's head on his shoulder. His eyes suddenly seem more gentle and angelic looking at his lover's tired features glaring at him lovingly.
"Are you tired, Neito?" Hitoshi asks worriedly.
All Hitoshi gets for a response is a light "hm" in acknowledgement and more weight on his shoulder. Hitoshi chuckles to himself.
"Alright, sleeping beauty," he agrees, picking up the television remote and turning of the TV, "We'll go to bed."
"No, I wanted to finish that movie," Neito complains with drowsiness in his tone. "We can finish it tomorrow," Hitoshi says, "If you like it that much..."
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Neito knew Hitoshi spoiled him, and he bathed in the attention. Yes, he would spoil Hitoshi, too, but he felt bubbly relieved when Hitoshi treated him like a person.
Neito's body laid on Hitoshi's chest and he tried to drift into his dreams. His eyes closed and quickly reopened. Hitoshi had on hand scrolling through his phone on Neito's back and the other playing with the blonde's hair gently. He knew that was what made him knock-out, and Neito can't help but admire his boyfriend's great memory.
Hitoshi looks down at Neito's exhausted face fighting sleep. "Go to sleep," Hitoshi says commandingly, but his own tiredness made his voice made his intentions clear.
"Wanna sleep with you, angel," Neito replied, exhausted. Hitoshi's breath caught slightly in his throat at the petname. He knows Neito uses petnames on occasion, like 'toshi and dear, but he's never used angel before. Hitoshi doesn't understand why Neito would call him an angel; his quirk made him nothing but a monster with a motivation. However, he can't help but feel touched and defeated.
"Okay, fine," Hitoshi surrenders and he sets his phone aside on the nightstand beside Neito's bed. He slowly moves his body under the covers, trying not to move Neito as much as he needed to.
He lifts the covers over his and Neito's shoulders and finishes adjusting his position before finally relaxing. Neito wraps his arms around Hitoshi desperately as he finally drifts off.
"I love you, Hitoshi."
Hitoshi's eyes widen for a moment, not being used to being told he's loved, before enclosing his arms around Neito's mid-back and pulling him close, kissing his forehead with a grin as big as could be.
"Yeah, yeah. Love you, too, Neito."
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