Teachers x Sanrio!

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Teachers x Sanrio!
The river carried no song,
Only the soft cry of water beneath a drifting boat.
Upon it sat Oboro, smiling as he always had, while on the lonely shore Aizawa and Hizashi stood.
Three friends once walked beneath the same sky.
Now a river lay between them.
"Don't go yet,"
the wind seemed to whisper.
But some journeys cannot be shared.
The boat drifted farther.
Mist gathered around him like gentle hands.
Still Oboro smiled, bright as a summer cloud, looking back one last time.
And though neither could reach him, though neither could follow,
they carried his laughter like a light against the dark.
Across the River of Three Crossings, a friend passed beyond sight.
Yet in the hearts he left behind,
he remained.
Art: ShandaaPandaa
If You Only Knew
I just KNOW these two are loud af when they bang
Art: ShandaaPandaa
This was such a fun project to work on! My vision came true. 🥹 Hope you'll like it as well!
Happy pride month! I’ll be trying a thing where I’ll attempt to post pics of a pride ship for every day of this month. I take no credit for the pics, I found them online. Day 1, Erasermic!!
If anyone needs me I’ll be at the gunshow…
*gnawing on him*
No thoughts, only Eraserhead
(Vigilantes season 2, episode 8)
his face is killing me why doesnt he gaf
“I get if you… can’t, Aizawa. But I don’t know who else to call.”
Aizawa freezes on the other side of the line.
“I’ll be there in five.”
Lotion spreads over pale hands that, for once, do not shiver in anticipation of the worst. It has been a few months now. Space respected. Distance carefully cast between them like a fragile boundary neither man wished to cross too suddenly. Maybe he should have called Recovery Girl, or someone far more medically qualified.
But Aizawa’s number is the first thing that surfaces through the flashing static in Toshinori’s mind.
He does not know why.
“There, there.”
It is meant to be comforting, but it comes out awkwardly to both All Might and Aizawa’s own ears. They choke down quiet laughter beneath the dim glow of the apartment lights. Aizawa was never particularly gifted at soft reassurance, yet Toshinori remembers being told to put his feet up beneath a midnight sky splattered with stardust and sleepless silence.
Aizawa resented Toshinori at first.
What a glorious show-off.
Perhaps he had not known him nearly as well as he believed. Toshinori carried himself like sunlight itself—radiant, overwhelming, untouchable. Yet beneath all that brilliance rested something achingly mortal.
Something exhausted.
Aizawa packs away the makeshift medical supplies carefully. The quiet between them is not stale yet.
“Take care of yourself,” Shouta says softly.
The silence afterward grows thick, tangled between them like branches woven together through flesh and thread alike, binding them in something unspoken. Something yearning.
It is the eyes.
Even downcast, Toshinori’s eyes undo him.
It is not supposed to happen again.
And somehow, it does.
Because before Toshinori can stop himself—before his thoughts can catch up to the reckless pull in his chest—his fingers curl weakly around the edge of Aizawa’s sleeve.
“Stay.”
Aizawa freezes.
And the carefully constructed wall of masked exhaustion and restrained emotion crumbles ever so slightly at the edges. Toshinori’s hands tremble as he rises to his feet, gently pulling Aizawa closer by the wrist, fingertips pressing against pale skin as though afraid he might disappear if held too loosely.
“Yagi… I want to—”
He is kissed before he can finish.
Aizawa arches into it instinctively, breath catching as hot, desperate kisses press against his lips like Toshinori has been starving for this. His body folds helplessly against All Might’s warmth while trembling hands thread through dark hair, pulling Shouta closer with aching hunger.
“Say you want me again,” Toshinori breathes against his mouth.
The words come out rough, fragile around the edges.
Aizawa’s head bows slightly as soft sounds escape him despite himself, quiet and wrecked and painfully human. Toshinori touches him like a man terrified of restraint, like someone standing at the edge of collapse and choosing desire anyway.
“Just say it, Aizawa.”
Their breathing tangles together in uneven rhythm. Heat coils thickly between them, dizzying and unbearable. Toshinori presses kisses against his jaw, his throat, his mouth again as though he cannot decide where he wishes to worship him most.
“I…” Aizawa gasps softly between each breathless collision of lips and tangled breaths. “I want you. Please…”
The confession falls apart beautifully between them.
And Toshinori looks at him then—not like the Symbol of Peace, not like All Might, but like a man utterly ruined by longing.
“Good boy,” he murmurs, voice low enough to melt straight through him. “Look at me.”
Aizawa does.
And perhaps this is the version of Toshinori Yagi no one else will ever truly know.
Not untouchable.
Not invincible.
Just devastatingly, painfully hungry for him.
Daily reminder that Aizawa is apparently "cannonly unattractive"
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder 😻😻😻😻
Ziggy in season 1: constently treats real life like a game and doesnt take many things seriously
Ziggy in season 2: starts taking life seriously and slanders/shames other people [megadestroyer] who treat real life like a game
Character development!!!!
Does anyone else ever look at Pyke and just think "this guy has 'purse dog' energy" or is that just me???
Me when my disability disables me.
you heard him