may justice find you all @just1cefor4ll - Tumblr Blog

Posts

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ just1cefor4all— 9teen `✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ she/her

·˚ ༘ asks are always open

⚠️ spoilers for shows & movies, read with caution

I do not write smut on this blog 🚫

request rules || character list || tag system || anons

📜 masterlist under the cut

#⚖️just1cefor4all #🗞️.navigationsz #divider creds: cafekitsune

MOODBOARD;

for my lovely friend @man3eater 🤍

—Dabi as your bf ⚠️

#⚖️just1cefor4ll #dabi x reader #mha dabi #bnha dabi #dabi todoroki #dabi #dabi my hero academia #dabi moodboard #touya todoroki x reader #touya x reader #touya todoroki #mha touya #bnha touya

my blog is apparently 2 years old :,)

happy bday to my blog and thank you to any veterans who have been following me this long <33

#⚖️just1cefor4ll #just1ce or injust1ce?

i miss when i was in my prime writing era

if youve been here since my sbg days you know cuz i was posting sometimes even twice a day

manifesting that much motivation and creativity for 2026

#⚖️just1cefor4ll #just1ce or injust1ce?#sbg

if u like girl blogs go check out my friends @man3eater blog!! def recommend that whole blog is an extreme vibe 💕

#⚖️just1cefor4ll #just1ce or injust1ce?#girl blogger #tumblr girls #hell is a teenage girl

man3eater

i wish for technolgy to stop evolving

nsfw!! opinion on smut

am i the only one that gets the ick when characters call reader ‘slut’ or ‘whore’ in smut fics?

like smh idk whos rutting into reader like a wild animal fuckin pimps

#⚖️just1cefor4ll #just1ce or injust1ce?#smut #x reader smut #nsfw #jjk smut #kny smut #mha smut

may I request hawks coffee shop au fluff… or just hawks fluff in general I love that guy :3

—Bittersweet love

Keigo Takami x f!reader (coffee shop au)

A/N. this is long asf so sit down for this lmfao

Being a college student meant you were made of 80% caffeine.

Yeah, studying into the early mornings and doing your work on the bus wasn’t anything new to you.

And so when one of your proffessors approached you that you needed to drop one of your classes because of how unrealistic your schedule was, you found yourself with an hour of free time in the middle of the school day, not knowing how to spare it.

An overworked student like yourself didn’t really know what to do with the given break, and so you followed a few of your classmates to a coffee shop across campus.

You ordered a plain turkish coffee, the only thing that actually kept you awake and functioning during the day and sat down near the counter. You opened your notebook and laptop and decided to get some work done, going through your notes and doing some research for asignments due very soon.

You actually felt relaxed for the first time in a while, but your peace was cut short when your drink suddenly floated towards you, red feathers carrying it. That wasn’t the thing that startled you, although you were quirkless you didn’t get amazed by the quirks of others— it was the fact that the drink had spilt all over your notes and clothes. “Ow— fuck.” You cursed, grabbing your laptop out of the way before the spilt beverage could ruin the device. “KEIGO FOR THE LAST TIME STOP USING YOUR FEATHERS TO SERVE THE CUSTOMERS AND JUST CALL OUT THEIR NAMES.” A furious voice yelled, which made you look up.

A plump, elder woman was coming your way with tissues and a man who she had grabbed by his ear. “Ow, woman— jeez I’m sorry for trying to be efficient.” He groaned, quickly shutting up once seeing her murderous glare. “I’m so sorry ma’am, we will be happy to pay for any damage done.” The woman bowed, wiping the table off. “Goodness you must be a student— look at your clothes they’re all ruined.” She gasped, putting her hands on her hips.

You shook your head, dismissing her worries. “It’s fine, I’ll just go buy a shirt in the shop next door.” I sigh, smiling awkwardly. “I’ll be taking my leave now.” You say, gathering your things.

The two employees exchanged sympathetic looks, looking at the clearly frustrated woman in front of them. “Hey— to make up for the damage we’ll offer you free coffee for the rest of your semester.” The woman smiled, clasping her hands together. “And Keigo here will lend you his sweatshirt for today and you can cover those nasty stains with it and return it tomorrow! If you have time of course.” She said, helping you gather your things.

You take a deep breath, running a hand through your hair. “Really, ma’am, it’s fine.” You smiled, grabbing your soaked notebook. “I really must insist. It’s the least we could do.”

‘She really won’t give up, will she..?’ You muse, taking your book from her. “Fine. Thank you for your kindness ma’am.” You bow. “Of course, now.. KEIGO!” “I’m literally right here..” He deadpanned. “Oh! There you are sweetheart. Go give your sweatshirt to this young lady here since you caused the damage.” Keigo nodded, sending the woman a polite smile. “What a gentleman.” The woman whispered to herself before smiling proudly, leaving you to wait by your table as she went back to work.

The winged blonde came back just a minute later, handing you the sweatshirt with a slight smirk. “There you go ma’am.” He winked. “See you soon.” He chuckled at your reddened face. “Yeah, thanks.. see you.” You muttered, leaving the store as you slipped the piece of clothing on.

‘Can’t say it’s the most fashionable thing I’ve ever worn.. but it’ll have to do.’ You think to yourself as you walk back onto campus, a certain blondes smile clouding your thoughts for the rest of the day.

—The next day you arrived at the small café again. Today you didn’t have any free classes so you decided to drop by before your first lecture started.

You made your way over to the counter with the man’s sweatshirt in hand, smiling at the lady from yesterday. “Good morning! I came to return the sweatshirt to.. Keigo I believe?” You smile sheepishly, placing your order as she called the blonde from the back.

“Yeah wha— oh. Heya it’s you.” He grinned as he rounded the corner and locked eyes with you. He leaned against the counter. “You come to see me?” He teased, which made your brows furrow. “No. I came to simply return your sweatshirt.” You stated, sliding it over. “I washed it since the coffee stains hadn’t fully dried when I put it on so it was dirty. Hope you don’t mind.” You say, clutching the straps of your messenger bag.

He only smiled, nodding before going to make your order. “I’ll be right with you, ma’am.” He winked, which made you roll your eyes. ‘He’s one of those guys, huh?’ You thought to yourself, sighing.

Keigo soon put the order on the counter and called out your name. “See you! Good luck with your lectures!” He waved, dissapearing into the back again before you could respond.

You grab your drink, running to your lecture as you realised you wasted a little too much time in that café. ‘Stupid! I can’t get distracted like this.’ You think to yourself as you plop down into your seat, sighing as you try to catch your breath. As you set down your cup of coffee, you do a double take and riase a brow.

You’re like my coffee. You keep me up all night. ;)

You look at the stupid pick up line in amusement, shaking your head. ‘Well that’s real mature.’ You scoffed, but a small smile made your way to your lips. ‘Stupid blondie.’ You think to yourself, sitting back and letting yourself focus on the lecture.

—Two days later as you were getting ready for your lectures, your phone chimed with a message from your colleges principal.

“Good morning students,

We’re sorry to announce that lectures will not be held this week due to an incident involving villains.

We cannot disclose any further information. Classes will start on Monday next week.

Thank you for your understanding.

sincerely, the staff and Principal Lee.”

You read through the message and groan. ‘So I got up so early for nothing?’ You whine, plopping yourself back onto your bed. What now? Sure you could study, but your brain functioned better at night so it would be of no use.

You sighed, staring at the ceiling with a bored expression when the coffee shop came to mind. Should you go? What would you even do.. Your eyes drifted towards the unread books on your shelf, which made something in your mind click. You grab your bag and slip in a book, your wallet, headphones and keys before leaving your apartment.

The walk wasn’t long, you got there at about 10:13AM and to your surprise it was pretty stuffed unlike the last time you were here.

Baristas were running left and right, taking orders and serving the customers. ‘Yikes, so much for wanting to read in peace.’ You walk over to the counter where Keigo looked nothing like his usual care free self. His brows were furrowed, wings tucked in but twitching in what seemed like annoyance every now and then and his whole aura looked just.. sad.

You cleared your throat which made him snap back from his trance. “Welcome what can I get— You!” His eyes light up, his robotic voice switching to one of excitement. “Hey, you ghosted us for a few days! Lectures keeping you busy?” He asked curiously, leaning on the counter. You nod, running a hand through your hair. “Yeah, I was a bit busy, sorry about that. But I’m free for the week. Something about villains and lectures being canceled, y’know?” Keigo nods, writing something into the register. “Your order will be with you in a moment.” You raise a brow, completely caught off guard.

“How do you know what I was going to order..” He laughed as you looked at him like a deer caught in headlights, shaking his head. “One, this is the only thing you’ve ever ordered here. Two, you’re a college student that looks like they’re surviving on the last of their energy so I doubt you’ll be changing this order anytime soon.” He smiled smugly, but he wasn’t wrong.

You grabbed the cup after he set it out for you, going to sit down outside since that was the only place where you’d be able to sit at the moment.

You set the cup down, grabbing your book before deciding to check the cup out of curiosity. And of course, there, in black ink, another flirty message awaited you.

I envy the cup of coffee that gets to kiss your sleepy lips awake every cold and bitter morning</3

Your cheeks burn a bright red as you look inside the shop through the display window, and of course, the red winged man was staring at you, leaned against the counter without a care in the world. He sent you a wink before walking to a table that needed assistance.

A frown painted your face as you set the cup down, grabbing your book that you almost forgot was the whole reason why you came here.

You got lost in thought as the words barely registered in your mind, when the café doors opened and someone sat across from you. You glanced up, locking eyes with a pair of mischievous golden ones. “What’cha doin?” He smiled, leaning on the table. You put your book down, taking a deep breath. “I was reading.. but now I’m talking to you.” You scowled, taking a sip of your coffee.

“ Aw, don’t be so bitter! Or is it the side effects of that god awful thing you drink every day?” He asks, teasing you. You scoff, rolling your eyes. “Not everyone likes drinking sugar with a side of coffee.” You said matter-of-factly, setting the steaming cup down. He chuckled, resting his head in his palm. “Come on, grumpy. Kinda hoped my message sweetened your mood just a tiny bit.” He smiled, keeping his eyes on you.

“You’re being childish.” You state, sitting back and crossing your arms. “Why do you work here anyway? You have a hero-worthy quirk so why do this?” You ask curiously.

He thought for a bit, a little taken aback at your sudden questioning but he took that as a win. “Well, grumpy..” “Don’t call me that.” “..I was a hero two years ago but my wings got pretty damaged during a nasty attack which forced me out of that field.” He frowned, which made you soften your harsh gaze.

“I came here for a while to sulk and think about what to do with my life.. I mean, being the no. 2 hero and then getting shot down to a mere civilian kinda had me depressed for a while until miss Yoshida, that old lady, offered me a job here.” He smiled softly, looking back into the shop where the woman was serving customers. “Without her I’d probably still be haunting this place with my depressing presance everyday.. So I’m grateful to have her even tho she can be a bit harsh at times.”

You stayed quiet, what could you possibly say to that anyway? You felt bad, but in that moment you couldn’t bring yourself to offer him any comforting words.

Keigo suddenly stood up, almost knocking down his chair in the process. “Well! That’s my queue to get back to work!” He smiled, waving at you as he opened the door. “Next time you should tell me something about yourself, grumpy.” That was the last thing he said before he headed inside, leaving you to your own thoughts.

Over the next few months you’d come to the café before your lectures or during your free classes, ordering your usual and getting a free pick up line right to it. Sometimes he’d sit down with you, either talking your ear off or getting you to open up as well.

As much as you didn’t like him at first, he started to grow on you and you couldn’t imagine him out of your day to day life.

As you sat in the lecture hall, eyes locked on your coffee cup, you could’ve sworn your heart skipped beats every few seconds. ‘I wonder if he means any of these stupid words.’ You think to yourself, letting your thumb graze the black ink.

I can feel something brewing between the two of us. ;)

Your thumb lingered over the ink, tracing each letter until the words blurred. ‘Something brewing, huh?’ You swallowed hard, forcing yourself to look away before your brain spiraled into places you weren’t ready to admit existed. Not yet.

You shoved the empty cup into your bag so you wouldn’t keep rereading it like some hopeless idiot and went through your day pretending your brain wasn’t replaying the stupid wink he’d given you earlier.

You didn’t go back the next morning.

Or the one after.

Or the one after that.

Not because you were avoiding him — you weren’t. Absolutely not.

You just had.. reasons.

Logical reasons.

Reasons like:

He flirts with everyone.

He’s bored.

You’re a customer, nothing more.

Your heart doesn’t get to act like this over a barista with wings and a stupid smile.

And so you made your own coffee at home. (It tasted like burnt mud and regret.)

For weeks you couldn’t focus, your grades poor which concerned most of your proffessors so you finally sat yourself down and tried to focus. But of course, by noon you’d spent hours staring at assignments without absorbing a single word.

Frustrated, you snapped your laptop shut, groaning. “Fine,” you muttered to the empty room. “I’ll go study somewhere else.” You packed your things into your messenger bag like an old routine; laptop, notebook, pens, your favorite book— and only when you zipped your bag did you realize what “somewhere else” meant.

Where your feet were already planning to take you.

The café.

You froze in your doorway, shaking your head in denial. “No,” you told yourself. “I’m not going for him. I’m going because the tables are big and the lighting is good and—” You groaned and headed out before your brain could finish the lie.

You got to the café quicker then usual, stepping up to the register just as Keigo had turned around.

His eyes widened a little the moment he saw you, but his demeanour brightened instantly like someone flipped a switch inside him. “Hey! Look who decided to show up.” He smirked, leaning on the counter, ready to type in your order. “The usual—?” “No,” you interrupted, face flushing at how awkward the silence was.

He blinked. “..No?” “No,” you repeated, crossing your arms. “I don’t feel like it today.” You mutter, playing with the rings on your fingers.

“Oh?” He tilted his head, feathers fluffing slightly. “Trying something new?”

“Yeah.. I guess it was about time I changed things up.” You shrug, which only made him more amused. Keigo leaned in closer, like you just told him the most fascinating secret in the world. “Well, color me intrigued. What’ll it be then?”

You scanned the menu for the first time in a while then ordered something you had never gotten before — something sweet, and crazy. Nothing like what you’d usually get.

Keigo raised both brows, almost as if he was waiting for you to say ‘sike’. “..Really?” he asked, voice low with surprise. “You’re serious?”

“Yes..” You said, feeling the judgment from miles away.

He laughed under his breath, pushing off the counter to start your drink. “Huh. Look at you turning a new page. Didn’t think I’d see the day.”His tone wasn’t mocking but definitely amused.

When he finished, he set the cup in front of you, smiling at the way you eyed the drink. “One sugar-high coffee for this bitter soul who shocked the entire café by not ordering her beloved Turkish coffee.” He grinned. “Seriously, I’m still recovering.”

You rolled your eyes but felt your lips twitch into a smile anyway. “Whatever bird brain, don’t you have orders to take?” I gesture towards the tables waiting to be served, chuckling at the way his grin fell into an annoyed scowl.

You sat near the back of the café, the warm hum of conversation filling the air while you eyed the unfamiliar drink in front of you.

Hesitantly, you took a sip of the mysteriois drink in front of you— but as the liquid touched your tastebuds, you immediately regretted every decision that had led you here.

It wasn’t exactly awful, it tasted fine — but it wasn’t you. It wasn’t strong or rich or bitter enough to slap your soul awake like your usual always did.

It was soft. Sweet. Wrong. Just not you.

“Okay,” a voice said directly beside you, “you hate it.” You jumped slightly. “What— how—” Keigo was standing at your table with a tray in hand, golden eyes narrowing at your barely-touched cup. “I knew it,” he sighed dramatically. “Your face is doing that thing.” He snorted, making you scowl. “What thing?” You ask, exasparated. “That thing where you scrunch your nose like the order the person in front of you put in personally offended you.” He took the drink right out of your hands. “Here. Let me save you.” Before you could protest, he slid a steaming cup onto the table — your usual.

He slides into the seat across from you, taking a sip of what you originally ordered before sticking out his tongue in disgust. “Eugh— okay, this definitely personally offended me too.” He stated, trying to get the taste of pure sugar off his tongue. You laugh at his antics, shaking your head. “You’re impossible Keigo.” You put a hand over your mouth, giggling quietly.

Keigo looked at you awe struck, resting his head in his palm as he admired the way your smile lines became more visible with the curve of your lips. “You should smile more often, it suits you, grumpy.” He mused, hearts practically forming in his eyes.

I scoff, smiling softly. “Well if I have a stupid bird like you making me laugh all the time, you might just see it through.” Keigo chuckled, leaning back in his seat, letting his wings spread out more. “It’s a deal.” He winked, grinning.

Keigo glanced at your now-empty cup, then at you, something soft lingering behind the gold in his eyes.

“You know,” he said lightly, “if I didn’t know any better, I’d think you actually enjoyed my company.” You snorted, tracing the usually ink stained cup. “Don’t push it.” Keigo smirked, his eyes narrowing slightly. “Oh I am pushing it.” He said in a low tone, sending over one of his feathers to graze down your cheek to your chin, making you look up at him. “Cut it out, birdy.” You swat the feather away, but he didn’t take it back, letting it fall into the palm of your hand.

The two of you went quiet, your leg bouncing under the table while Keigo simply stared at you, watching as you played with the red feather which made his heart swell with an unknown pride.

“Hey could you make me another cup?” You ask, breaking the silence and Keigo’s admiring time. He nodded, gesturing for you to follow and so you did.

He made the coffee like a bedtime routine, knowing it by heart by now since most of Japan never really drank this strong of a coffee, but at least it was special to him— you were special to the ‘retired’ hero.

He took a deep breath, his fingers writing something down before he could think it over, sliding the drink over. As you took one sip, you quickly gagged, putting it back down. But before you coule complain about the salty taste in your coffee, you noticed the little message the barista had left for you.

If I asked you out—

would you say yes?

Your heart thumped against your ribs, pounding so hard you thought he could hear it.

When you looked up, Keigo was leaning forward slightly, wings stilled, waiting— genuinely waiting — for your answer.

“I..” You started, looking at his hopeful face. You observed the man you’ve know for a little over six months.. the man who flirted with you, bothered you, teased you, never failed to make you roll your eyes— but always made sure you smiled before walking away. “..yeah,” you whispered. “I think I would.”

His smiled in relief, running a hand through his blonde hair. “In that case..” he said, untangling his apron., “I get off in ten minutes.” He stepped around the counter, feathers ruffling with excitement he didn’t bother hiding.

“Stick around?” he asked, grabbing your hands with a sheepish smile. You nodded, smiling up at the love-sick man. “Good,” Keigo said with a soft, satisfied laugh, “because I’ve been waiting months to take you on a date, grumpy.” He said, giving your forehead a sweet kiss before walking behind the counter again, placing your real drink in front of you.

You scoffed and gave him the most unimpressed look you could muster.

“Could’ve just asked me like a normal person instead of offending the entire country of Turkey by putting salt in their coffee.”

Your tone was flat, deadly serious — but your mouth twitched.

Keigo immediately threw both hands up as if the police had entered the café.

“Oh no!” he gasped dramatically. “Arrest me. I’m a danger to international relations.” You snorted as he backed away toward the staff room, walking with an exaggerated limp like he’d been gravely wounded.

“Bird brain,” you muttered which made him pause at the doorway just long enough to shoot you a wink that went straight to your heartbeat.

You stepped outside to wait for him, cup warming your hands as the cool air brushed your skin. You looked down at the writing scrawled across it, eyes softening as your cheeks warmed ‘That sly bird..’ you thought, biting your lip to hide the smile forming.

For my grumpy, yet gorgeous date who I love a latte. <3

#⚖️just1cefor4ll #hawks x reader #mha hawks #bnha hawks #hawks #keigo takami x reader #keigo takami #mha takami keigo #bnha keigo #keigo x reader #mha x reader #mha fanfiction #mha #fanfiction

send me aizawa, hawks, shigaraki and dabi requests (for now only these four might add to the mha list)

#⚖️just1cefor4ll #just1ce or injust1ce?#aizawa shota x reader #aizawa x reader #hawks x reader #keigo takami x reader #tomura shigiraki x reader #shigaraki x reader #dabi x reader #touya x reader #touya todoroki x reader

Join me in death

Aizawa Shota x f!reader

tw: death, angst, probably inaccurate to both the manga and anime, bad grammar

A/N. I’m so happy with how this turned out one of my best pieces yet🤍

The war left a massive impact not only on the citizens, but the city as well.

The lively streets of Musutafu, Japan, once filled with laughter and the peace of knowing heroes were there, ready to strike at all cost was now replaced with an unmistakeable dread— people drowning in the sorrow of losses, yet the hope of a new beginning began to shine in most hearts as the war had been declared to be over.

Ruined buildings and craters filled with stains of blood or crushed cars littered the streets, people shouting names— those who were capable helped heroes with carrying the injured and those who didn’t make it to the makeshift medical camp they had been able to set up on short notice.

People were either sobbing, holding onto the memory of what once was a happy life, and others laughed bitterly with their friends or strangers who were seeking solidarity in one another during a tragedy like this.

A bitter sight indeed— a traumatizing event that would take years for the people to get through and forget, although the damage would never be fully repaired again.

The students of class of 1-A and B were gathering their classmates, everyone yelling to see if they had any losses, but thankfully there were none for their class— or at least they thought.

Yaoyorozu quickly realized their teachers— Aizawa and [Last Name] hadn’t shown up at all since the war had ended.

She panicked and screamed in terror— “Where’s Mr. Aizawa and Ms. [Last Name]?!” Tears flowing down her cheeks as the panic spread like wildfire through the others.

Iida— trying to calm everyone had yelled; “Everyone please calm down! They’re pros for a reason! We have no reason to worry they most likely ended up fighting on a different front than us!” Everyone nodded, but there was still a feeling of dread inside them— but hope flickered in their hearts aa they finally relaxed and got their wounds treated.

Present Mic, Hawks, and Vlad King set out to search for the heroes who didn’t show up for the calling. They had a list of heroes who were fighting on their front, and there was no sign of exactly two heroes Present Mic had hoped would be the first to show.

Aizawa and [Last Name].

They searched for hours, Hawks flying over the buildings that still stood strong, while Vlad and Present Mic searched the grounds and narrow alleys, their anxiety ticking as they felt like time was running out.

Hizashi couldn’t bear the loss of his friends, and knowing one of the two possibly was sentenced to a life without the other sickened him even more. “Damn it, Shota. This is no time to be hiding from a crowd.” Hizashi whispered, a rare thing for the loud man whose voice was unlike today always heard throughout the whole of Japan.

“Here! I found them— They’re over here!”

Their blood ran cold as Hawks sent his feathers to guide the two to him— but they both stopped dead in their tracks as Hawks fell to his knees, wings slumped.

Hizashi’s knees gave out the moment his eyes landed on the two of you, his best friends since his high school, laying there— lifeless.

[Flashback, first year of UA]

The hallway buzzed with the usual chaos of first year students, all nervous with fresh ambitions, but Hizashi Yamada’s voice somehow managed to rise above it all.

Hizashi slid through the hallways, having his eyes on a certain black haired boy who looked like he wanted to dissapear into the air— but little did he know a certain blonde had an imaginary light aimed right at him like a target.

“HEEEYYYY, YOUU! With the black long hair!” He yelled, emphasizing his greeting with his quirk. “I’m Hizashi Yamada! Future beloved Voice Hero of Japan!” He flashed a grin so bright it almost blinded Aizawa. “And you’re—?”

“…Trying to walk,” Aizawa muttered, turning away.

Most people would’ve taken that as “go away.” Hizashi took it as, “Yes! Let’s be best friends.”

“HEY WAIT—!” He jogged next to Aizawa, walking backwards so he could keep talking. “Come on maaaan, don’t be cold! You look cool! Brooding! Mysterious! Bet you’ve got a tragic backstory or something—”

“Or something..” Aizawa scoffed.

Before Hizashi could latch onto him again, he bumped into someone— You. “Oof— sorry!” He yelped, steadying you and himself. “It’s fine, you should watch where you’re going tho.” You smiled softly, looking between the two. “Are you two.. friends?” “No..” “Hell yea we are!” The two say simultaneously, which made you quirk a brow. “Oookay..?” You laugh awkwardly, walking beside them. “We will be! And I’ve decided you’re our friend now too…” “[Name] [Last Name].” You add, making him grin, “Yes! [Name]!”

“And you are?” You ask curiously, looking at the antisocial looking boy. “Shota Aizawa..” He muttered, walking into your classroom. He sat in the left, back corner— so you sat beside him to his right while Hizashi sat in front of him.

“Okay, okay, guys, listen to this,” Hizashi said, spinning around in his seat. The grin on his face definitely meant trouble even if you’ve known him for barely 5 minutes there was no denying that.

“I’ve been working on a new catchphrase for my hero persona ever since I got my acceptance letter.” Aizawa looked at the boy in front of him, sighing as he brushed through his messy locks of hair. “I’m already regretting being here.” You leaned your cheek on your hand. “This can’t possibly end well.”

“It’s gonna be AWESOME,” Hizashi declared. He stood dramatically, one foot on his chair, posing as if cameras were already surrounding him. “AND I’m going to test it live. You two get the honor of being the first to hear it!”

Aizawa sighed. “Please don’t—”

Hizashi sucked in the biggest breath you’d ever seen. “CAN YOU FEEL THE—”

Nothing.

Silence.

His expression froze mid yell, mouth open, pose held dramatically in place. You blinked, raising a brow. “Did he break?” You asked, shifting your gaze to look at Shota, whose eyes were glowing red— faint but noticeable, hair floating as he stared daggers into the blonde. “Yamada,” he muttered, “sit down.”

Hizashi slowly lowered his arms, stunned. “BRO— DID YOU JUST— DID YOU TAKE MY QUIRK?!” He yelled, throwing his arms up dramatically. Every head in class turned. Aizawa calmly blinked, his hair falling back around his shoulders. “You were being loud.” “‘LOUD’ IS MY BRAND DUDE!” He whined, making you giggle quietly. “You don’t need to shatter everyone’s eardrums to prove it.” you say in between giggles, putting a hand over your mouth.

Hizashi dramatically clutched his chest, rambling about how Aizawa crushed his spirit and how if he turned into a villain this moment would’ve been his 13th reason.

You bit back a laugh, covering your mouth. “Hizashi, sit down before the teacher gets here.” He flopped into his seat, sulking. “I can’t believe you silenced the future Voice Hero. My voice. My beautiful voice.” “It’s really not that beautiful,” Aizawa mumbled.

“EXCUSE ME?!”

Aizawa smirked softly, his unemotional facade cracking for a mere second— but you caught it. Hizashi gasped, slamming his hands onto Aizawa’s desk dramatically. “ARE YOU SMILING?! AT MY SUFFERING?!” He pointed at you for backup, stunning you in the process. “You saw that! He SMILED. He SMILED at me. Take note— this is literally a historic event.”

You giggled. “To be fair.. it is kind of funny.”

“YOU TOO, [Name]?!” Hizashi clutched his chest again. “BETRAYED BY MY OWN FRIENDS!”

The teacher finally entered, Hizashi spinning around to face the board— not before whispering a quiet; “This betrayal will not be forgotten.”

Aizawa stared blankly at his notebook. “I’m sure I’ll lose sleep over it.”

You tried not to laugh, smiling warmly at the two. This was perfect. You found your people in the frisr few hours of school— and you wouldn’t trade them for anything in the world.

[End of flashback]

[Second flashback— your hero years]

The trio you formed back in U.A. stayed the same even as life pushed you all in different directions— Hizashi becoming the hero everyone recognized in an instant, while you and Aizawa kept yourselves on the quieter side of things. There weren’t as many flashing cameras for you two, little to no interviews, but the people who mattered knew you. Veterans respected you. Young heroes whispered about you like legends.

Despite the different paths, the three of you always found your way back to one another— late night meals after missions, exhausted laughter in your shared agency office, quiet moments where it felt like you were sixteen again, sneaking around dorm hallways.

As the years passed, something else began to take brew between you and Aizawa— something that had been there longer than either of you realized.

You’d catch him looking your way more often than not, his bored expression softening whenever you walked into a room. He’d stand a little closer to you during missions and he always checked if you were behind him before sprinting into action, always holding onto your wrist a second too long when pulling you away from danger.

Hizashi, of course, saw all of this from a mile away. He spent months pestering his best friend, slapping his back, elbowing him, throwing not so subtle smirks his way every time he’d turn red while interacting with you.

Eventually, after Hizashi had practically ripped out his own hair trying to convince him, Aizawa finally decided to confess.

The mission that day was supposed to be easy— a quick response, an evacuation, nothing you and Shota hadn't handled before. But the moment the villain set the bank ablaze, everything spiraled.

Fire erupted through the building, glass shattering, alarms blaring while heroes rushed inside to get civilians out before the structure gave out.

Smoky air burned your lungs as you guided the last few people down the stairs, ignoring the sting in your eyes. Outside, the firefighters’ panicked orders echoed through the collapsing structure. “The building’s collapsing— everyone OUT, now!”

You pushed the final civilian toward the exit, stumbling after them as the heat and exhaustion swallowed you whole. Your knees buckled, and you barely shoved the person into another hero's arms before everything blurred. “[Hero name]!” Shota yelled, his voice laced with raw emotion as his capture scarf shot forward just as a massive slab of rubble came crashing down; the scarf wrapped around you, jerking your body toward him. Your legs gave out entirely, and you fell into his arms, coughing violently as soot covered every inch of you.

“I need a medic— NOW!” he yelled, panicking as he saw you slip in and out of consciousness. After that, everything became a blur.

The ambulance doors slamming shut, Hizashi’s frantic voice somewhere behind him, and a soft, trembling whisper from someone near your stretcher; “I don’t think she’ll make it.”

Aizawa and Hizashi refused to leave your side, not even after being told visiting hours were over, the two stubbornly never leaving your side.

Shota sat hunched over your hand most nights, thumb brushing over your knuckles like he was terrified you’d fade away if he let his grip on you falter even for a second.

Days passed, heavy and cold, until finally, your fingers twitched around Shota’s hand. Hizashi almost tore the door off its hinges calling for the doctors. After they ran their tests, asked their questions, and finally left the room, the three of you breaking into relieved laughter. The fear drained from the room like water down a sink, replaced with warmth and memories and the familiar teasing that glued you all together.

Later that day, when Hizashi stepped out to give Aizawa a moment alone with you, a quiet confession filled the space between you— something shy, trembling, but honest. And when Shota stepped out afterward, face flushed and eyes refusing to meet anyone’s, Hizashi instantly knew, nudging him with the smuggest grin imaginable. “Finally,” he whispered, unable to keep the pride hidden from the tone of his voice.

[End of flashback]

[A few hours earlier]

You winced as you sprinted toward the enormous pit of smoke blooming across the battlefield, panic tightening in your throat. Shota hadn’t answered a single one of your calls over the earpiece he’d insisted you wear before the war began.

You’d been separated within minutes after Kurogiri warped the battlefield, scattering heroes across the city and dropping each exactly where they’d struggle the most. You were trapped with a Nomu built to make your quirk do little to no damage to it and a villain whose attacks kept you from fleeing. You managed to defeat the villain with everything you had left— your body screaming, lungs burning— just barely dodging the Nomu’s heavy swing that cracked the ground where you had been a second earlier.

“Shit, Eraser.. please tell me you’re doing better than I am…” You groaned, stumbling around a corner and pressing a shaking hand to the wall for balance. Smoke clouded your lungs, forcing a painful cough out of you.

You ripped a strip from your tattered costume, tying it around the lower half of your face as a makeshift filter before running again.

You finally saw the man you’ve been hoping to see for hours. Aizawa was fighting a Nomu just like you had been minutes ago, struggling to keep it at bay with his capture scarf. You noticed an opening for you to jump in, and so you took the opportunity.

Using the shattered remains of a nearby building as leverage, you launched yourself forward, slamming your heel into the Nomu’s face. Pain shot through your legs— your thighs burning, your body screaming at you to stop— but you refused. You struck again and again, giving Aizawa the opening he needed. His scarf tightened brutally around the Nomu, binding it until it finally collapsed.

The moment the creature hit the ground, you felt your vision warping at the edges. You were slipping, zoning out, adrenaline draining too quickly as you ripped the piece of fabric off of your face, gasping for air when a sudden embrace snapped you back.

“You’re such an idiot [Name]. You’re just like those problem children— I could’ve, it coul’dve..” You cut him off with a soft smile, cupping his cheek with a gentle rub of your thumb. “I’m fine Shota calm yourself.” You whispered, clinging to him as if he’d dissapear any second. “I’m glad we’re both okay.” He stayed silent, only tightening his hold on you which made you chuckle. You loosened your grip, walking the way you came from. “Come on, we should try and find Hizashi. I bet he won’t be hard to find with how loud—”

You’re sentance got cut short as a sudden punch blew you away and into the building ahead. You wheezed, your vision bluring as you slipped in and out of consciousness. “No.. not now, I can’t— Shota.” Your thoughts raced as you tried to get up, but your body was weak and your head was pounding.

Shota was on high alert, the moment he saw your body get hit by the giant monster, he was fuming. [Name]!” He yelled, running to you. “[Name], love, darling, wake up.” He tapped your cheek, brows furrowed with concern. He cursed, pulling you onto his back and pulling the two of you away with his scarf. You guys flew for only a minute when the Nomu appeared right in front of Shota, the hair on his neck sticking up as goosebumps prickled his skin.

He had no time to react, the giant hitting you both to the ground. Shota flipped you around so you were on top of him, grabbing the nearest thing with his scarf to lessen the fall, but it was of no use.

The moment he hit the ground his back broke, head just barely getting saved from the impact. You let out a pathetic whine, the only sound you managed as the pain coursed through your whole body. Your legs were broken and your back no doubt too.

“Shota..” You sobbed weakly, slowly turning your head. The black haired man locked eyes with you, slowly reaching out his hand towards yours. “[Name].. th—ank you.. for everything.” He whispered, hoping you could hear him over the loud footsteps of the Nomu. Tears streamed down your face as a dreadful feeling of fear drowned you. “Shota.. Prom—ise me…” You coughed, choking on a sob. “Promise that.. you’ll find me.. in the next life.” Shota smiled weakly, even now in your last moments he looked ethereal, like he didn’t belong to this world. “Of course I will, my love.” Your fingers touched for a second, but in that moment, you felt at peace, your vision blurring as the life you’ve learned to love had come to an undeniable, cruel, end.

[After they found your bodies]

The students were shattered once they saw your bodies getting carried by the only hero left of the old trio, everyone shocked and frozen in what felt like denial.

Their teachers who pushed them to be the strongest? Dead?

No..

No, that wasn’t possible. Heroes like you didn’t die quietly. Heroes like you didn’t fall so unceremoniously.

But the world kept spinning without hesitation.

There were no headlines. No speeches. No towering statues immortalizing your sacrifice. Just a few short reports filed away like any other casualty of war. You were pros— another pair of names in a long, endless list of losses.

It infuriated everyone, especially Class 1-A.

How could the world brush you off like dust?

How could so little be said about people who shaped the future of hero society?

However Hizashi knew you’d be happier this way. Left unknown, only surrounded by the people who really knew you and cherished who was under the hero costume you had once strived and also unfortunately fallen in.

Unfair? Yes.

But grief rarely followed rules, and the absence you left behind was sharper than any blade.

[Four year later]

Musutafu had fully recovered from the damage done by the war, civilians slowly got back into their day to day lives and the students graduated and carried what they’ve learned into practice in honor of their departed teachers and other brave souls who unfortunately hadn’t made it to see the war end.

People moved on, even class 1-A had accepted the quiet tragedy that left a scar deep in their hearts, but one that was healing over time.

They met each year without fail on your death anniversary, leaving fresh flowers and lighting candles before catching up with each other and remembering on their high school memories when you still walked the same halls as they did.

Meanwhile Hizashi retired from hero work far earlier than anyone expected. He wasn’t old— not even close— a big hole was left in his heart the day he lost his dear friends. Maybe it was trauma or maybe it was the simple fact that the people who once kept him grounded were no longer there to cheer him forward.

So he stepped out of the spotlight and opened his own radio show— a quieter, gentler life. It helped him breathe again. It helped him heal.

And every year on the same day, he dedicated a short segment to “two anonymous friends” he had lost in the war. His voice always softened as he described how peaceful and in love you both looked, even in death— how your hands had been intertwined, a bittersweet image he carried like a scar on his heart.

Then, he’d always play “Join Me in Death” by HIM, letting the song fill the studio as he looked through old photos and videos from when you were alive.

During that song, his two cats— a black Persian and orange tabby he adopted for comfort— always behaved strangely. They’d curl up beside each other, tails gently intertwined, heads resting close as they drifted into sleep. It made him smile every time, a small, sad warmth blooming in his chest.

Sometimes he wondered.. No.. he hoped..

Some things were meant to remain mysteries— soft, quiet blessings whispered by the universe.

And in those moments, watching the two cats sleep in perfect harmony, Hizashi allowed himself to believe— even if just for a breath— that maybe, somewhere beyond this life…

you and Shota had found each other again.

#⚖️just1cefor4ll #aizawa #aizawa shota #aizawa shōta #shota aizawa #shōta aizawa #aizawa x reader #shota aizawa x reader #aizawa shota x reader #mha #mha x reader #shota aizawa angst #aizawa angst #mha angst #mha fanfiction

Learn some respect!

Sirius Black x f!reader

A/N. sorry for the wait but here it iss! I’m lowkey proud of this but lets see how you like it🤘

—Sirius Black was a jerk.

Sexist, rude, mean, cocky.. not even those cruelly honest old people could insult him in a way that would tear up his unstoppable ego.

He was also very well known for him having dated— or better said; played with every girls’ feelings just to leave them feeling like a pile of junk in the whole of Hogwarts.

Why he hasn’t been expelled was a mystery not even the wise man himself Dumbledore could solve— but, it was the last year the school would have to endure him before he graduated and finally went to go be someone else’s problem.

Everyone in the famous Marauders friend group had matured drastically over the summer— even Lily Evans who hated James’ guts up until now noticed and finally gave the poor, lovesick Gryffindor boy a chance. But not Sirius. It was as if he had done absolutely zero self improvement and still was his awfully annoying self. Girls however still somehow fawned over him. Let’s not lie— if it weren’t for his good looks everyone— especially the girls— would probably leave him feeling like a pile of junk instead.

As the first snow fell, students ran out into the small village of Hogsmeade to fool around, and so followed to Marauders boys.

They went to the small opening where the ‘Shreaking shack’ was clear enough to see from a distance, a secluded area not many dared to approach unless to just observe the old building from a distance.

“You know I don’t get why people are so scared of that place.” Peter mumbled— which made the rest of the three boys look at him in disbelief. “Well no shit you don’t get it. You run around with the person that shrieks in there once a month dumbass.” Sirius says, scoffing. Remus hits him over the head, glaring. “Thank you for the clarification but could you not scream it for the whole of Hogwarts to hear?” Sirius groans as he rubbed the back of his head, mumbling curses under his breath. “No one’s even—“ Remus cuts him off by pointing into the distance— a girl about their age sat on a rock, a book and quill in her hand as she scribbled mindlessly into her book.

Sirius barks out a laugh, looking at them with a devious grin. “Her? You’re scared miss bookworm over there is going to rat it out to the whole school?” He rolls his eyes, smirking. “Well watch this.”

James looked at him with a raised brow, hands in the pockets of his jacket. “What’re you doing this time, Padfoot?” Sirius only waves for them to follow, ducking to hide behind a tree. He grabbed a handful of snow, forming it into a ball before he threw it full force into the girls head.

The boys quickly hid— glaring at Sirius like he was mad— which right now, he definitely was.

“Idiot why would you do that?” James whisper-yelled as he hears the collision of the snowball with the girls head, a gasp escaping her lips. “Who’s there!” She yelled, standing up. Sirius stiffled a laugh, putting a hand over his mouth before one of the three boys pushed him out from behind the tree.

Sirius froze, glaring at the bunch before James mouthed ‘apologize, NOW’.

He groaned, putting on his charming smile as the girl stood there alarmed. Her nose was flushed from the cold and she was rubbing her head from the hard impact the ball had on it.

“You’re Sirius Black, aren’t you?” She questioned, which only made Sirius’ pride swell. “Of course you know me, I’m pretty famous with the women.” He winks, the look of disgust the girl had given him made something (his ego) in him hurt. “Well I find that hard to believe with how childish you’ve been so far.” She looked him up and down with eyes that could kill. “Now apologize.” She demanded, her voice intimidating and harsh.

Sirius looled at her, his smirk faltering as he looked at her with a raised brow. He began to laugh awkwardly, stepping back. “Yeah as i—” He got cut off by the girl pulling him down by his jacket, glaring into his eyes. “Now or else I can go rat out you and your pitiful girl squads secret to the whole school.” She said, gesturing to the shack, her grip tightening.

You could hear snickers behind them, James, Remus, and Peter standing behind Sirius which made the your eyebrow quirk, smirking mockingly.

Sirius huffed, rolling his eyes and finally with furrowed brows he murmured; “I’m sorry..” “Pardon? Couldn’t hear you with the wind and all.” She mocked. Sirius groaned, pulling out of her grip and pushing her hand away. “I’m sorry for throwing a snowball at your head, okay? Jeez, woman.” He mumbled the last part, walking away. “You’re a jerk, Black!”

“And you’re a nuisance!”

The following day Sirius had strayed from his friends to follow the girl who gave him a scolding yesterday— you.

You were just leaving the Astronomy tower, heading from your divinations lesson with a bunch of books in hand. You were chatting with some of your classmates before you felt eyes on you— not pleasent ones.

Once you turned your head you quickly turned back, growing irritated. “You guys go ahead, I’ll catch up!” You smiled, waving your friends goodbye before going up a few steps where Sirius was stood— leaning against the railing.

“What are you doing here, Black? I know for a fact you don’t take Divinations so what do you want?” You spat, disgust evident in the way you scrunched your nose and looked him up and down with that piercing gaze.

Sirius smirked, continuing down the stairs which made you scoff, following him. “Oh you notice when I’m not there? How adorable of you!” He smiled mockingly, stopping abruptly to face you. “You really are obsessed.” He said in a low tone, chuckling. Suddenly he felt something heavy impact with the side of his face— you’re book. “Hey! You— ugh, you bitch.” He hissed, grabbing his cheek, a small pout left on his lips.

You tug his hair— making him yelp. “Ow, ow, ow— what’s with you and tugging at my things is this a kin—” He was cut off by another harsh tug, making him shut up and look at you. His eyes widened a bit with how unexpectedly close you were standing, your face twisted in an angry frown. “Listen here, Black. You are nothing to me and many other girls at this school. You’re just a dimwitted, cocky asshole who thinks women only exist to drop to their knees at any chance they get for a man’s attention.” You yelled— students stopping to look at the commotion.

“You’re not at all important nor are you ever going to find love with how.. how sexist and misogynistic you are.” You said, blinded with anger. “I’m surprised with how many girls claim they’ve been fucked by you since I’d bet you have more dick in your personality then you do in your pants.” People ‘ooh-ed’ as Sirius gritted his teeth, grabbing you by the collar. “At least I’m not a [your house].” He spat, glaring.

You snorted, shaking your head. “Again with the house slander? Let me tell you it’s not original and actually quite boring, really. I mean, is your ass jealous of the things that have been coming out of your mouth for the past 5 minutes or am I the only one sensing the jealous energy?” You laughed at the was his grip loosened, taken aback since no one’s ever dared to put him in his place before— it intrigued him.

“Well if you’re done harassing this ol’ gal, I’ll be on my way.” You smiled simply, going back down the way you were heading before. “And Black?” You turned your head, grasping his attention. “Learn some respect over the holidays, will you?” You grinned, getting lost in the sea of witches and wizards scurrying to get to their class.

Sirius looked out of the window, zoned out— the snow falling down lazily while the coolness outside fogged up his view. “You alright mate?” James nudged him, frowning. “You’ve been out of it all the way from Hogwarts. What’s up?” Remus put his attention onto the two boys, listening in since he had his own worries for his friend too.

The curly haired man scoffed, resting his feet on the seat opposite of him. “It’s that [your house] girl.” James smirked in amusement, but quickly hid it with confusion. “Oh? The one that called you a jerk two weeks ago?” Sirius gritted his teeth, nodding as his ears turned a bright red. “Yeah.. her.” He scoffed. “Well she’s been up in my mind ever since!” He threw up his hands like a mad man, burying his face into his palms. “Doesn’t help that she humiliated me in front half the school yesterday.”

Remus snorted, which earned him a glare. “Well.. you were sort of a jerk the last time we saw you two interact.. doubt this instance was any different.” Peter butted in, but he quickly blushed red as his friend sent him a deadly glare.

“You guys aren’t being very helpful.” Sirius yelled, angered by his friends. “Whatever, she’s nothing to me.” He grumbled, resting his head on the window before ignoring his friends for the rest of the ride.”

“What a idiot..” They all thought, letting their hot headed friend be.

Sirius and the others had decided to spend the last day of the holidays before they had to go back to endless lectures by going out into this year’s Christmas markets. They were run by witches and wizards of course, hidden far away from muggle eyes.

The markets were spread out beneath a towering bridge, where the Hogwarts Express occasionally passed through, its whistle echoing throughout the winter air. Strings of golden lights illuminated the stalls below, while floating lanterns drifted gracefully among the falling snow. Tiny enchanted reindeer and jolly toy Santas fluttered around laughing children, filling the night with warmth, wonder, and the joyful spirit of Christmas.

The boys were messing around, throwing snowballs at each other as they let their younger selves out for the night, but Sirius had been a bit more quiet then usually, which didn’t go unnoticed or unsolved by his friends.

They knew what was bothering the curly haired ‘rockstar’. He was burning holes into the back of a familiar [house] girl who was laughing with her friends, drinking hot chocolate and enjoying the cozy feeling of snow flying through their hair.

Sirius had done some serious thinking over the holidays— whether it was about him or you.. it didn’t matter. He’d been an arrogant prat, and he knew it. You told him off more than once, your patience thinning each time he brushed off your words with that infuriating grin of his. But your last interaction had stuck with him. For once, it wasn’t just your words echoing in his head, but the look in your eyes when you said them— disappointment, maybe even a little hurt.

Now, as the snow fell and laughter filled the air, he found himself wondering if this was his chance to show you that maybe, just maybe, you’d been right about him all along.

James nudged Sirius, snapping him back into reality. “You’re smitten, Black.” He grinned teasingly as his friend turned redder then a betroot. “You’re a lunatic, Potter.” He scoffed, but his friends didn’t give up on pestering him, and so they shoved him full force towards you— which ended in you spilling hot chocolate all over yourself.

“What in the— You.” You yelped, narrowing your eyes as they landed on the messed up bunch of curls. “What? Is your life really that sad that you had to come and ruin mine over the holidays too?” Your face turned red from rage as you stomped away, your friends trying to follow behind but you yelled sometint about wanting to be left alone, making them stand behind— watching with pity. “You’ve really done it now, Black.” They pushed by him, forcefully shoving his shoulder which made him glare. “But I— It wasn’t my— Ugh.” He made a ‘really?’ face at his friends before he ran after you, going behind stands and closer to the far left side of the bridge where the markets ended.

After a while he spotted you sitting in the snow, making drawings with light from your wand with knees to your chest.

He took a deep breath, approaching you with a bit of a red face which he tried to hide with his scarf and hair. “Hey [Last Name]— I uh, didn’t mean to ruin your night— really believe me.” He sighed as he looked at the way you turned your head, gripping your wand angrily.

“I— You— fuck, you made me think about the way I’ve been acting for the past few years and I.. I want to thank you for that. I’m slowly learning to respect everyone around me and I know I have much room for growth but.. I guess you made me realize I can really be a misogynistic asshole sometimes and that I want to change.” He said, his eyes softening, hands falling to his side. He took out his wand, casting the Lumos charm which made your patronus dance around you.

You looked up in surprise, smiling softly as the animal flowed with energy— but you quickly furrowed them again, muttering a quiet; “You forgot to say sexist, smooth brained, ignorant asshole.” Sirius snorted, sitting down next to you and playfully nudging you. “Okay, okay, spill the insults now before you hurt my feelings anymore, love.” You punched his shoulder, making him groan but laugh at the same time. “Don’t get too ahead of yourself asshole.” You smirked, chuckling.

You sat there in silence for a while, when Sirius cleared his throat. “Another thing is I.. really fucking like you.” He looked away, but you pulled him by his hair, glaring playfully. “Come on, tell a lady you fancy here properly and not like a wuss.” You smirked, which only fueled him. He pulled his wand out, making a mistletoe appear above you.

“Well, [Name] [Last Name], I am one hell of a fool for you and I’d like to ask if you’d let me have the honors of being your boyfriend?” He whispered, tilting your chin up towards him. “Merry Christmas [Name].” You smiled, leaning into the gentle kiss. It was a simple peck but it made your heart explode with disastrous emotions.

“Merry Christnas, Black. And learn some damn respect.”